Stacey and Primrose walk back up on the deck.
There, still on the pillows, sits Frodo, now awake and appearing to be feeling better. Next to him is Legolas, and they are both talking.
Primrose starts forward. "Uncle Frodo--"
Stacey throws out her hand and holds her back. "Wait, Prim". she whispers.
Primrose: *Also whispering* What?
Stacey: Something's not right here.
Prim: How do you know?
Stacey: Well, in my world they call it a 'gut feeling...'
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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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