Sam was shocked into silence.
Frodo.
That thing, that dog, had killed Frodo.
And he'd given her the chance to do it.
Sam ran. He couldn't stop. "She's done it!" he yelled. "She's killed him! She's killed Mr. Frodo!" He ran as fast as he could, finally reaching Bag End. He slammed the door with his palm, until he laid against the door in exhaustion, tears streaming down his face.
"Sam?" Bilbo opened the door and caught the young hobbit as he fell forward. "Whatever is the matter?"
"She…" Sam murmured, but was lost for words.
"She? She who? What is it Sam?"
Sam swallowed, and then whispered, "She killed Mr. Frodo."
Bilbo's eyes widened. "I…I…no, she didn't. Not Flisa. She couldn't have! She wouldn't…" He looked down at Sam, as if he was expecting an answer.
Sam stood up. "It's true. She took him into the woods and killed him. I'll show you, if you don't believe me." He walked out of Bag End, and found the Bilbo was plodding behind him, as if in a daze.
The silent pair walked into the slowly darkening forest, paying no attention if a leaf fell or a branch rustled.
"We're almost there," Sam whispered. Bilbo said nothing; he merely nodded and continued walking down the path. Finally, Sam stopped, and started to turn towards the clearing.
He hadn't taken even one step forward before something large, black, and heavy landed on his chest. He looked up, and saw flaming red eyes and crimson-stained teeth.
It was Flisa.