You all now the drill, im not getting paid I don't own the fellowship. Only Samantha and Annie are mine, and any other characters in WV I happen to mention.

"Sammy, what is going on? I go to wake you up, and find out that some character from a book, a fantasy book moreover, is in your body. And you've got questions for me?" I admit I'm being a little rude, but can you blame me?

"So Sam Gamgee really is in my body?" she didn't sound surprised.

"He expects me to explain everything, and suspects me of poison. So you see, Sammy, I've got bigger problems than your little worries," I snapped.

"I really doubt that." she retorted. "I made breakfast for the fellowship. You probably forced Sam to make his own cereal. Plus I slept on the ground and received a call from a guy named Loki."

"You always have all the fun," I joke. "Do you realize you called me from a cell phone from a place in a book?"

"No kidding? So that's what this plastic contraption in my hand is. Thanks Annie, I was beginning to wonder." I glance at Samwise. He was giving me a weird look.

"Annie, it can't understand you. It isn't alive, right?" Samwise asks me,talking slowly as though I am an idiot.

"Just a minute, Sammy. Samwise, do you mind? I'm on the phone. Hey, Sammy, do you realize you two have the same nickname?" She's silent for the first time in this whole conversation.

"That had never occurred to me. That's awesome! Listen, I gotta go. I think they've noticed my absence. Bye."

"Talk to you later, I have to give Samwise a lesson in modern communications."

"That is one of the weirdest things you'll ever say in your life." I laugh and hang up.

Samantha's point of View

I hung up my cell phone. For the love of all that's holy, my plans included bowling, doing nothing, and my summer job at the day camp. It did not involve marching off to Mordor. Day camp! If Sam was worried now, what would happened when he had to deal with the kids? This is not a camp known for its peace and quiet and well-behaved children we are talking about.

"Sam," Aragorn called out, "we must leave now." I picked up the pack, filled, I might add, with iron cooking supplies, and caught up with Frodo.

"Trying to avoid packing, eh Sam?" I just shrug. "I must say, those rolls were delicious." I resisted the urge to say something like, "You are hobbit for Pete's sake! You'd eat anything that doesn't kill you first." Instead I just coughed. And hummed, "Oh when the saints."

Pippin began singing a hobbit drinking song, one that repeats itself, so once I caught on, I sung along.

Suddenly, it began to snow. Great, I thought, Cadadhras. Well, the snow will be nice. Pippin is making me nervous, the way he stares at me. I wonder, Does he know or suspect something?


"The snow is too much!" Gandalf shouts. "We must stop so that the hobbits can rest."

"Oh sure," I yell back. "Oh great and powerful Wizard just doesn't want to admit he's tires so he blames it on the little people," I tease Gandalf. As it turns out, "Oh great and powerful Wizard" doesn't appreciate teasing. His glare makes me shut up right there and then.

Under the rock, we discuss our options. Quite frankly, I don't see what a little snow is. I've always loved it myself. Now don't get me wrong, I realize the danger of the situation.

"To go back is to admit defeat, which I cannot stand to do unless absolutely necessary," Frodo muses.

"Folks, there is no option. We go on or we head back to Rivendale and hand the Ring to the enemy along the way." Everyone stares at me, as though trying to read my mind. Now that would be a scare they just aren't prepared for.

"How do you mean," Boromir, the one who seems less surprised by my reaction, asks.

"Gandalf just said that we can't return until spring if we go back. That gives the enemy plenty of time to come seek the Ring and take over the world and everything," I explain.

"Sam is right. I think." Aragon is possibly more confused than he ever will be. And it's all thanks to me. "We shall continue, and the sooner the better." I feel like jumping up and making snow angels in the snow. I contained myself by starting up a snowball fight with Legolas. As it turns out, he's a pretty fun-loving guy. I love winter and the snow that comes with it.

Each of us hobbits climb onto the backs of Boromir and Aragon. It took two trips, so I insisted on going second so that I could finish the fight. I hit Legolas with a final snowball and we take off, out of Caradhras. Bill, the pony, starts bugging me. "Look pal, there isn't any grass," I insist. He gives me a mournful look. "Don't blame me, apparently a much greater source sent this snowfall. I tell you what;" those sad eyes are too much for me. "Next carrot I find, it's yours." I wonder if the games on phone will work out here. Hey! I could take pictures with my phone. That would be fun. I make sure my phone is turned off so that the batteries won't run out. I doubt Loki would have the courtesy to pack by charger. Not that I could plug it in anyways, so who really cares?