Primrose's hand was nearly lost in Mithadan's, but that was fine. She was glad to see him up. Looking up, she saw that he still looked a little pale and his dark hair still clung damply to his forehead a bit, but otherwise he was closer to what he had been.
Papa and Miss Stacey will be glad to see he's up and about, she thought, but I hope Uncle Frodo...
She shook her head. Oh, I hope he thought about what Papa and Miss Stacey said.
[ June 25, 2002: Message edited by: Samwise ]
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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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