The odd creature hopped over some rocks, and was standing by where Sam was.
"Yes, yes, I am Durgash." it said, tilting its head and looking with what Frodo thought looked like concern at Sam.
"Cousin is all right? "
Sam coughed again, then sat up.
"Mister Frodo...?" then he caught sight of their "host".
"What in the name of---"
Struggling a bit, Sam got up and drew his Barrow-blade.
Durgash cowered. "Oh, why must cousins use dangerous swords? I do not know...."
The look on Sam's face reminded Frodo of the time he'd tried to figure out why "time didn't count" in Lothlorien. The younger hobbit blinked.
Sam: "Cousin?" Mister Frodo, what in the name of my old Gaffer's taters is this thing talking about??"
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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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