Frodo was pale, worn, and barely able to breathe. He and Prim were hacking their way through the orcs. The orcs were frightened of the sword and the phial. Not to mention that Frodo kept shrieking in Elvish (orcs hate elvish). Nealy all of them were dead. No one knew Frodo was ever capable of such pure fury. However, as he was not looking, an orc swing at him and hit him right where he had been slashed by the Maia. Frodo bit back a scream. If he screamed, he knew Sam would probably die of fear and the reast of them would be slaughtered.
"I'm all right!!!" He said. He pinned an orc against the wall and said "What do you want??"
(I have to go for tonight, Sam. Don't kill us while I'm gone. [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img] )
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