Stacey looked around. People were converging back on the feild, looking tired.
She still held Frodo in her lap, passed out after his wielding of Galadriel's vial. She turned to Primrose.
Stacey: Prim, I know you hate that skirt...since you've got knee breeches under there, take it off, would you? I need it.
Primrose: *Happily tears off the skirt.*
Stacey: In turn, tears a portion off and uses it to bind the towels to Frodo's wound.
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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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