Sam woke up with a headache. What in the world had happened? The farmiliar smell of dirt came to his nostrils, and he opened his eyes.
Wherever he was, it was dark, and he could make out the farmiliar shapes of shovels and rakes around him.
He tried to get up, but his hands were tied, as were, as he soon discovered, his ankles. There was the dry taste of something cotton in his mouth.
Oh, not again... he thought. At least he hadn't woken to an Orc standing over him this time. NOW what was he supposed to do? And where were Mister Frodo and the others??
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Giving thanks unto the Father...In whom we have redemption through His blood, even the forgiveness of sins.~Colossians1:12a,14
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I am Samwise son of Hamfast, if by hoe or trowel I can get these weeds out of your garden, I will.You have my shears!;)
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