*Primrose and Sam sit on the bank of the Anduin next to a destroyed barrel. Both are breathing laboriously.*
Prim: How do you like that? Goes storming off without so much as a 'thank you'!
Sam: Well, Tiny Rose, he was awfully upset.
Stacey: *Running up* What happened to you two? *Looks at the three barrels, one in peices, quizzically* Mithidan's back there yelling, and everythings--well, weird. "
Sam: *Shakes his head* I'm not really sure, Miss Stacey, this just has been one odd party.
Stacey: *Frowns and helps the two up* Well, let's at least go find Frodo. The last I saw he was awake.....
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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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