Sorry it's been forever since I've posted, I haven't had much time and I had some bad writers block. But I'm back now! Please R&R, I would like to get 2 more reviews before I continue :)
Merry and Sam's mouths were agape, but Gandalf just laughed "I knew that boy would come back!" Pippin shook his head "it's not like that, Gandalf, he didn't come back just to see the Shire, something's wrong." Gandalf gave him a questioning look and the three young hobbit's ran out the door, Gandalf was close behind.
They ran all the way to the boatyard, stopping for nothing and nobody. They arrived at the boatyard, usually a fifteen minute walk from Sam's hobbit hole, within three minutes. When they arrived, what they saw was not what they had expected. They saw a boat, but the boat was not fit to sail. The mast had fallen down and there were holes all over the deck. In many places the reddish oak wood was charred black. The deck was swarming with hobbit boatyard workers. Sam ran closer, hoping that he would get too see Frodo. As he pushed boatyard workers out of his path, Sam saw Frodo. His small form was trapped under the fallen mast, pinning him to the deck. His skin was a chalky white. His eyes were closed and he looked like he had lost weight. The boat yard workers were trying to lift the mast, but there were not enough of them. Sam slid his hands under the beam "come on!" He shouted "help me get this off him!" Everybody ran over and grabbed the beam. "1, 2, 3!" Merry shouted. Everybody lifted as hard as they could and the beam moved a little. Sam grabbed Frodo and pulled, but the beam still had him pinned. The rain had started to pick up from a drizzle to a downpour. Sam wiped his hands on his trousers and shouted over the drone of the rain "again!" Sam felt the beam lift a little higher and he grabbed Frodo and pulled. Little by little, Frodo slid out from under the mast. Twenty minutes later, Sam gave one final tug and Frodo was out from under the mast. A small groan of pain escaped his lips as his head hit the deck, hard. Frodo looked up at Sam with clouded, non-seeing eyes. Frodo's hand reached up and grabbed Sam's collar, pulling Sam's ear next to his mouth. "It is back" Frodo whispered. Then he let his hand fall back and his body went limp. "Frodo?" Sam shouted, grabbing Frodo and shaking him. Tears were forming in the corners of his eyes. Gandalf, Merry and Pippin ran over. Gandalf lifted the limp, pale young hobbit and carried him off the small boat.