Sam frowned. He wished Mister Frodo could believe what he already was sure of.
Sam leaned over and placed a hand on Mithadan's forehead. He frowned.
Sam: Mm. No, sir, he won't. Not 'til that fever breaks, leastways.
Leaning as close as he could to Mithadan's ear, he said, "It's okay, sir. I know you didn't mean it. "
Frodo shook his head.
Sam: Come on, Mister Frodo. We've got--*draws a deep breath*--swimmin' lessons to be had.
He went out the door. After a moment of gazing at the sleeping Mithadan, Frodo followed.
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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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