[Samwise]

The next morning, Stacey woke up in her tent slowly.

Stacey:Boy, what a weird dream......
She rolled over. Across the tent, Primrose was sleeping soundly.
Stacey:Whoop. It wasn't a dream!

At her feet, Frodo was also sound asleep, which was good. He could sure use it. And Sam....
Sam!

The bedroll next to Frodo's was empty.

Stacey: *trying her hardest not to yell* NoNoNoNONONONO!

As quickly and quietly as she could, she yanked on her shoes and went outside. Sam was sitting on a log by the fire, trying to get it to burn.

Stacey: [img]smilies/rolleyes.gif[/img]Oh, Sam....

She walked over and sat down next to him.

Stacey: Samwise, what are you doing up?

Sam looked at her and grinned. He winced a little, but he seemed in much better spirits.

Sam: I thought I'd see what I could get goin' for breakfast. There's plenty coney stew left, if anyone's for that...

Stacey: How do you feel?

Sam looked into the fire as it began to burn.

Sam: Better, since my ribs got bandaged up last night. I slept really good.

He glanced at her, chuckled, then winced.

Sam: It only hurts when I laugh.

Stacey [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img] I'll remember not to tickle you, then.

She glanced back at the tent, wondering how Frodo was feeling.

[ June 05, 2002: Message edited by: Samwise ]