Falling Leaves
Four: Dusty Memories
"My, Mr. Frodo. Things get awfully dusty while you're away, don't they?" asked Sam, swiping the grey film from a shelf of books with an old cloth.
Frodo brushed a hand across his forehead, wiping away perspiration. "Indeed. I can't believe everything that's happened."
Sam nodded. "'Tis amazing the things hobbits can do when they puts his mind to it."
Frodo blew dust from the surface of a book. "But I would never do it again. I could have lost so much." He glanced at Sam. "We might not have survived to clean this dust together, my friend."
Sam smiled.
Written for the "Dust" challenge at the tolkienweekly community at LiveJournal.