Sam paddled himself all the way over to the other side of the storage barrell and grabbed hold of the edge, panting.
Sam: "H-how are we doing? "
Stacey: Just fine, both of you. Rest if you need to.
Frodo paddled over to where Sam was, and also held on.
Frodo: Oh my...I certainly never thought I'd be doing this!
Stacey grinned, remembering the night of the storm, when Frodo had been trapped by the rail and she'd had to go get him.
Stacey: "But you are, Mister Baggins. You are."
Stacey glanced at Child. "Can I talk to you a second?" she asked, glancing at the railing a few feet away.
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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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