Merry stared. "I thought you said you had no memory."
"I don't."
"And yet, you sang every note and word perfectly…"
I bit my lip. "Look, I swear I'm not lying."
Merry just turned away. After that, I didn't talk to anyone for the rest of the night.
That night, I had no dreams. How could I, with no memories other than earlier that day. In the morning, I woke up feeling unnaturally warm. Someone had covered me with their cloak during the night. I opened my eyes and sat up, searching for someone other than Boromir without a cloak.
It was Frodo. I quickly got up and walked over to hand it back.
"No, you should keep it," he said when I tried to give it to him.
"Why?"
"I noticed that you're cold at night, Alex."
"You don't need it?"
"No. I… I'm used to it."
"Okay. Thank you Frodo."
Then Sam came running up.
"Mr. Frodo and…"
"Alex," I told him.
"Alex, then. We have to get moving. Strider and Legolas spotted a group of orcs headed our way."
"Um, I'm sorry, 'orcs'?"
"Oh, they're monsters that come from Isengaurd and Mordor."
"Monsters. Great. I feel so safe."
"Don't worry. There are only a few. Even so, we have to keep moving."
With that, we packed up camp and headed in the opposite direction from the orcs.