Sam felt a tear course out of the corner of his eye and into his hair.
Oh, please, Mister Frodo, don't find me, please. They can't hurt you.......
SMACK!
The little hobbit was hit in the side by a club one of the Orcs carried. He could feel a couple of his ribs crack.
AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!
The Orc leader laughed.
Orc: Tell us, what sort of Elven weaponry has Baggins got on him?
Sam coughed, horrified to taste blood on his tounge.
Sam: I will--I will tell you nothing of Mister Frodo.
He moaned in pain.
Orc Leader: We shall see.
He walked over to the cave wall, and removed a torch from its crevice.
Feeling faint, Sam closed his eyes.
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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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