thanks for all the great reviews. I made this chapter a little longer and I will try and continue to make chapters longer. I have a little more written but I'm starting to get some writers block. I'm open to suggestions, be garuntee they will get used but if like to see some of your ideas. As usual, please R&R, again I would like two more reviews before I contine. Enjoy! :D
Gandalf and Merry took Frodo to their small cottage in the woods, telling Sam and Pippin to go home after assuring them numerous times that Frodo was fine. As soon as Merry and Gandalf arrived at their little cottage, Gandalf had Merry put Frodo next to the fire and strip Frodo of everything other then his trousers. They were up until late into the night tending Frodo, bandaging wounds and coaxing him too drink. Gandalf was worried although he did not allow it to show. Frodo had been injured badly by the mast that had collapsed on him. He had a gash on his head and his right arm had been broken in multiple places.
At around three in the morning, Gandalf told Merry to get some sleep. After much reassurance that he had done all he could do for Frodo at the moment, Merry agreed. Within the hour Gandalf, who was sitting in a chair next to Frodo, had fallen asleep as well.
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Sam went back to his hobbit hole, after saying his goodbyes to Pippin. He got yelled at by Rosie for running out without telling anybody where he was going. Sam refused to talk, walking right past Rosie and ignoring her. Crystal, taking this as her cue to leave, said her goodbyes. Rosie could tell something was wrong with Sam and asked Crystal if Elanor, Rose and Frodo could stay with her tonight. Crystal agreed without question. As soon as they were out of the door, Rosie went to find Sam. She found him in the bathroom washing something off of his hands. She moved closer and saw the water was red with blood. "Sam, what's going on?" Sam looked up and Rosie could see his face was streaked with tears.
"Is that..." Rosie didn't finish her sentence, Sam nodded.
"Frodo." He said, sliding down against the wall to a sitting position. He put his head in his hands and Rosie could hear him sobbing. He took a deep breath,
"Pippin came and told us there was a ship. He said Frodo was on it. We ran down to the dock." Sam stopped and took breath.
"Frodo was trapped under the mast..."
"Oh Sam!" Rosie said, pulling Sam into her arms. "It's pretty bad Rosie, Gandalf said he's okay but..."
Rosie sighed, "if Gandalf told you he's okay..." Sam laid his head in his hands and took a deep breath. "Pippin came and told us there was a ship. He said Frodo was on it. We ran down to the dock." Sam stopped and took breath. "Frodo was trapped under the mast..."
"Oh Sam!" Rosie said, pulling Sam into her arms. "It's pretty bad Rosie, Gandalf said he's okay but..." Rosie sighed "if Gandalf told you he's okay..." Sam cut her off, anger rising in his voice.
"You did not see him, Rosie! You didn't have to hold him in your arms, feel how cold he was, how light he was! You didn't have to have feel his blood, see his blood all over your hands! You didn't..."
Sam's body was wracked with sobs. "I know I didn't, but I trust what Gandalf says." Rosie gave Sam a kiss and went to bed, leaving Sam to his thoughts.