Thank u for showing enough interest at this point to keep reading. I swear the chapters will get more interesting.
My name's Sam. Sam Gamgee. I'm a gardener, or rather, was a gardener, if you take my meaning. Ever since I went off on all these queer adentures, I haven't stayed in one place long enough to start a garden. But on to my tale.
We had left Rivendale a little less than two months ago. I'll assume at this point you'll know all about our trip and the Fellowship. Anyway, nothing at all had happened, except for black riders showing up. No one had talked much for awhile, except for when Strider and Gandalf debated our next turn. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a bag. It's orange, with no designs I've ever seen. Not being able to help myself, I wander over to have a closer look.
"What have you got there, Sam?" asks Pippin, coming over to have a look. I show him the bag and we open it up to see what's inside. Quills, parchment, and a knife. The knife is unlike anything I had ever seen, too good to even be elves' handiwork.
"Think you'll show it to Strider or Gandalf?" Pippin asks. "Wonder what they'll make of it." I think a moment. I don't feel much like showing it to anyone for some reason.
"No, I don't think I will. I'll keep it quiet, and don't you say anything about it Mr. Pippin." He shrugs and we follow Strider. I put the bag in my pack.
Tonight, Gimli takes the first watch. Tired as we all are, we go to sleep quickly. Too fast it seems, I was woken up, but not in the usual way. Something heavy is on my chest, it feels like dog paws, and whatever it is, is licking my face. I open my eyes and look into the face of the biggest dog I've ever seen.
AN:I realize these chapters are too short, but im trying to lengthen them, so be patient.