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Frightened Eyes

Frodo enjoyed his supper greatly. All his favourite foods were mixed together into a meal with his two favourite people. Not long after tea Frodo began to get very quiet.

"Are you tired Frodo?" Sam asked, concerned.

"I am, Sam." Frodo nodded his head, as though ashamed.

"There is nothing to worry about, Frodo." Sam tried to smile. "I am tired as well tonight. I think I'll go to bed myself."

Sam wasn't tired. In fact, he was quiet awake tonight after his many late mornings up but he hated Frodo feeling ashamed of how weak he was getting lately and Sam thought that by going to bed himself, Frodo would feel better.

Frodo guessed what Sam was doing but he was very tired and decided to go along with it.

"Good night Rosie." They both called as they left to retreat to their rooms. Sam nodded goodbye to Frodo and then walked down the corridor to his own room.

Once inside the safety of his room he sat down on the large padded bench that ran the length of the bay circular window. Looking out over the many fields and trees Sam watched rabbits running around the bushes. His gaze wandered up to the dark blue sky. Tonight the sky was clear, not a cloud in sight, but the deep blue velvet colour it held made Sam begin to think. The sky was forever changing. It never stayed the same for more than a few minutes, yet never did it grow tired or get old. Never would the sky die and get to rest. It was forever up there, deciding whether it was sunny or whether it rained.

Tears began to form in Sam's eyes. Slowly they dropped down onto his cheeks like huge rain drops. He tasted the saltiness as a stray tear slid along his lips. Licking it dry he got undress and slid between the sheets of his bed. Burying his head in his pillow he began to sob. Deep wracking sobs that caused his stomach to ache and his eyes to sting.

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Sam had been awake now for many hours. Rosie had come to bed not long after he had slipped into an uneasy sleep, the tears still glistening on his eye lashes. After that, Sam had hardly slept. He had tossed and turned and eventually dragged himself out of bed very early in the morning to avoid waking Rosie.

He sat in the chair in the living room that he remembered Frodo sitting in as he greeted many of his children. His sad eyes were drowning in a pool of tears.

Sam had been sitting there for many hours before he realised that it was now late in the morning. He heard Rosie moving around in the kitchen. She had probably started making breakfast, knowing that Sam needed some time alone. He went to say Good morning to her.

"Good morning, Sam." She greeted him as he entered the kitchen.

"Morning Rosie." He answered back. She could see his tear stained eyes and red face but she knew he wouldn't want to talk about it.

After breakfast was ready they waited several minutes for Frodo to get up but when he didn't appear they decided that it would be best if they ate without him so that he could rest.

The breakfast was delicious but he hadn't taken Sam's mind of Frodo. It was now very late and Sam wondered if Frodo was alright. Slowly he made his way to his friends door and knocked quietly. Peering his head around the door he found that Frodo was still in bed but he could tell he wasn't asleep. As he got closer Sam could see he too had tears in his eyes.

"Mr Frodo." Sam sat silently next to his on the bed and placed a hand on his shoulder. "What's the matter Mr Frodo?"

Frodo smiled. "I've missed so much Sam." Frodo managed to say. "Yet being here still hurts. And now I am going to have to leave again. Never to return. I am growing weaker Sam."

"I know Mr Frodo." Was all Sam could managed to say.

"Sam I'm afraid." Frodo confessed.

"There is nothing to be afraid of Mr Frodo." Sam swallowed down his own urge to cry so he could comfort his friend. "I won't let anything hurt you. I'll be with you."

"I know you will Sam." Frodo turned to look at him. "But I'm worried about you. I don't want you to cry for me Sam. Your tears are precious and please don't spill them when I leave you. I don't want you to grieve."

"Mr Frodo.."

"No Sam. Please?" His voice was pleading with his friend.

"Frodo. I'm going to miss you so much." Sam couldn't make that promise.

The two friends sat together on the bed for what seemed like hours. The silence between them reflected the good friendship they shared. They didn't need to speak to each other to say something.

At last Sam helped Frodo to sit up in the bed. He had grown very weak in what seemed, to Sam, a few days. Hurrying off to the kitchen he brought him some tea and something to eat. He would have to look after Frodo now. Make the most of their time together. He wouldn't let him suffer, he couldn't. Sam would make sure everything was going to be alright.

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Breon Briarwood: Yes I know. it is sad and it made me so sad even writing it. I'm lad it has the same effect on you. That doesn't make me look as sad lol. Thank you for reviewing.

Anastasia who: Thank you for reviewing. I don't know what has happened to the rest of my reviewers lately. I seem to be loosing them all. Is it something I' doing? lol. Thank you for reviewing anyway and glad you are enjoying this so far.

Tulip Proudfoot: Thank you for pointing that out to me. I will definitely go and re-read chapter five and see if spot any mistakes. I do read it through several time before I post and my friend read the whole story for me as well, I guess we just missed some of them. Thanks again for your advice.