Sam sat by the fire, watching the stew. Primrose came back to him with some spices that he needed.
Prim: Papa, isn't Miss Rose acting a tad odd?
Sam: *nods* She is, Tiny Rose, she is. *Looks around* Where did she go off to, any way?
Stacey: Have either of you seen Frodo? I'm afraid he's going to hurt himself if he dosen't get more rest. He's almost as stubborn as....*glances at Sam, a half-grin on her face...* [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]
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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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