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Old 01-11-2005, 08:20 PM   #23
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Rory stirred from his rest. He woke up with a gasp, first not knowing where he was. He remembered the argument, the boat tipping, but his last memories were getting mouthfuls of water, and then going underneath....his mind was blank of what happened after. He sat up, and saw all the hobbits staring at him, and with a sigh of relief on all their faces. His clothes were soaked, and his pouch filled with throwing stones were gone.

"Anyone happen to grab my sack of rocks?" Rory asked.

The Hobbits chuckled, they found it hard that Rory had just been through a traumatic experience, which if it wasn't for Bingo he probably would have died, and the first thing that hops into Rory's mind were his rocks.

There was a long, uneasy silence, that Sam broke. He was apologizing, and asking everyone for forgiveness. Rory piped up, "Cheer up Sam, no one's blaming you. It's not like that raft was a finely made Elven boat, it was bound to tip with any slight movement." Some of the hobbits glared at Rory, especially Sondo, who took pride in building the raft. Whatever the thoughts, the hobbits were relieved that Rory was his normal self.

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