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Hang On
Part 2 Sam's POV
Strider must not think that hobbits can hear well. Those words, 'Hang on, Frodo', they ring with irritation. How in the world can he hang on? I reply "It's six days to Rivendell, he'll never make it!"
I knew no good would come of it, Mr. Frodo taking up with this Ranger when Mr. Gandalf did not show. He tried convincing me and his cousins that this were the best way for him to get the cursed Ring away from the Shire.
The moment Mr. Strider left, the pit I felt in my stomach increased tenfold. I know I shouldn't have ought made that fire, but with the prodding from Mr. Frodo's cousins, I gave in. He did need something hot, and he were sleepin' so good, a nice hot meal would do him worlds of good. Seeing him comin' out of his slumber by the smell, he was more annoyed than surprised as he kicked out the fire.
I heard them creatures screaching, my feet would not move until prodded by my master's high pitch voice,"Go!". I knew then he was afraid. We were all afraid, but nothin' would keep me from protectin' Mr. Frodo.
"Get back you devils!" I heard myself exclaim before I was knocked to the ground, my eyes blinded with darkness.
My master's scream brought me back to my senses and to a world of clashing swords and wielded fire by none other than Mr. Strider. He had come back, but too late with one look seein' Mr. Frodo cryin' out in agony as blood seeped through all his clothes. I duck between the Black Riders, making my way towards Frodo. I drop to my knees snatching up his blood coated hand into mine as I hear him cry,"Oh,Sam".
Repeating the words in my mind, 'Hang on,Frodo' I am brought out of my reverie as I hear my master calling out as a hurt son for his father, the last coherent word he would say for a long while, "Gandalf".
tbc.
Hang On
Part 2 Sam's POV
Strider must not think that hobbits can hear well. Those words, 'Hang on, Frodo', they ring with irritation. How in the world can he hang on? I reply "It's six days to Rivendell, he'll never make it!"
I knew no good would come of it, Mr. Frodo taking up with this Ranger when Mr. Gandalf did not show. He tried convincing me and his cousins that this were the best way for him to get the cursed Ring away from the Shire.
The moment Mr. Strider left, the pit I felt in my stomach increased tenfold. I know I shouldn't have ought made that fire, but with the prodding from Mr. Frodo's cousins, I gave in. He did need something hot, and he were sleepin' so good, a nice hot meal would do him worlds of good. Seeing him comin' out of his slumber by the smell, he was more annoyed than surprised as he kicked out the fire.
I heard them creatures screaching, my feet would not move until prodded by my master's high pitch voice,"Go!". I knew then he was afraid. We were all afraid, but nothin' would keep me from protectin' Mr. Frodo.
"Get back you devils!" I heard myself exclaim before I was knocked to the ground, my eyes blinded with darkness.
My master's scream brought me back to my senses and to a world of clashing swords and wielded fire by none other than Mr. Strider. He had come back, but too late with one look seein' Mr. Frodo cryin' out in agony as blood seeped through all his clothes. I duck between the Black Riders, making my way towards Frodo. I drop to my knees snatching up his blood coated hand into mine as I hear him cry,"Oh,Sam".
Repeating the words in my mind, 'Hang on,Frodo' I am brought out of my reverie as I hear my master calling out as a hurt son for his father, the last coherent word he would say for a long while, "Gandalf".
tbc.