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Samwise · 06-03-2002, 04:47 PM

Sam looked around. A portion of the party goers had disappeared suddenly, and Mister Frodo wasn't looking good at all--oddly enough, until he made that speech. He had asked Miss Stacey to stay near him, and make sure he didn't faint again or something.
Now, he was looking for Primrose. After the sweet scene between her and Frodo, he completely lost track of her.
"Tiny Rose!" he called.
Just then, he caught a movement in a stand of trees at the edge of the field. He ran over to investigate.
Stepping into the grove, he looked around.
"Tiny Rose!" he hissed, somehow feeling a bit tense.
Just then, Primrose ran out of the bushes in front of him. "Papa, no!"
There was the thud of large feet hitting the ground behind Sam. A hand grabbed him by the back of his tunic and lifted him into the air, while a bony hand was clamped over his mouth.
"Well, if it isn't a nasty halfling." growled a voice in his ear.
Primrose's eyes narrowed. "You let him go! No Orc should dare meddle with the Gamgee family!
"Gamgee?"
Sam felt hot breath on his cheek, and wrinkled his nose from the stench. "No...it could not be. Not the nasty little creature from Hobbiton."
Sam swallowed hard. How in Middle Earth could this creature know him?
"Little girl, go back to the field--"
"Let--him--go!" Primrose fairly shrieked, looking ready to aim her bow.
"Ah--watch yourself, halfling." the Orc growled, shaking Sam roughly. "Tell me, is Frodo Baggins in the field? "
Primrose pursed her lips a moment, then nodded.
"Good. You go tell him that if he dosen't do what we say, this wretched halfling will die--most painfully. Now go! "
Primrose looked up at the creature, tears of rage in her eyes. Afterward she ran back to the field.

06-03-2002, 04:47 PM	#11
Samwise Faithful Spirit Join Date: Dec 2001 Location: #3 Bagshot Row, Petaluma, Ca Posts: 2,299	Sam looked around. A portion of the party goers had disappeared suddenly, and Mister Frodo wasn't looking good at all--oddly enough, until he made that speech. He had asked Miss Stacey to stay near him, and make sure he didn't faint again or something. Now, he was looking for Primrose. After the sweet scene between her and Frodo, he completely lost track of her. "Tiny Rose!" he called. Just then, he caught a movement in a stand of trees at the edge of the field. He ran over to investigate. Stepping into the grove, he looked around. "Tiny Rose!" he hissed, somehow feeling a bit tense. Just then, Primrose ran out of the bushes in front of him. "Papa, no!" There was the thud of large feet hitting the ground behind Sam. A hand grabbed him by the back of his tunic and lifted him into the air, while a bony hand was clamped over his mouth. "Well, if it isn't a nasty halfling." growled a voice in his ear. Primrose's eyes narrowed. "You let him go! No Orc should dare meddle with the Gamgee family! "Gamgee?" Sam felt hot breath on his cheek, and wrinkled his nose from the stench. "No...it could not be. Not the nasty little creature from Hobbiton." Sam swallowed hard. How in Middle Earth could this creature know him? "Little girl, go back to the field--" "Let--him--go!" Primrose fairly shrieked, looking ready to aim her bow. "Ah--watch yourself, halfling." the Orc growled, shaking Sam roughly. "Tell me, is Frodo Baggins in the field? " Primrose pursed her lips a moment, then nodded. "Good. You go tell him that if he dosen't do what we say, this wretched halfling will die--most painfully. Now go! " Primrose looked up at the creature, tears of rage in her eyes. Afterward she ran back to the field. __________________ Giving thanks unto the Father...In whom we have redemption through His blood, even the forgiveness of sins.~Colossians1:12a,14 * * * * * * * 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!;)