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Samwise · 06-10-2002, 08:23 PM

Sam slept peacefully for some time. That was, until the dream.
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He saw, through his own eyes, himself walking down a farmiliar path in Hobbiton. He was by the water.
As he walked, he saw three farmiliar figures--young, younger than they were now, and playing together. One of them looked up, and jerked his head toward Sam.
Sam recogmized him as Mister Merry!

"Well, well", said another he recognized as Pippin. If it isn't the little poorling Samwise."

"Been out pickin' taters for your dad?" snickered Merry.

Sam was hurt. How could they be treating him like this? That was when the third turned.

Mister Frodo?

The hobbit looked like the Frodo he'd known in his youth, but his eyes were cold--so very cold. They looked Sam up and down with disdain.

Frodo: Eh--I wish Uncle Bilbo would be rid of this Gamgee filth--but no--he has to let the rabble live right on the Hill!

Sam felt the blood drain from his face. What was going on?

Frodo: But no matter. I have something that will at least take care of this one.

With that he put his fingers to his lips and blew. Sam heard a gurgling in the water behind him. Turning, he saw a horrid creature--a huge head with numerous arms like snakes. Before the little hobbit could think, one of the arms wrapped itself around his ankle and lifted him into the air.

Sam: Whoooaaaa !

Below, he heard the other hobbits laughing.

Frodo: Sic 'em, Beastie!

Sam craned his neck and looked upwards. One of the arms was coming down toward him. He lost sight of the end of it behind his foot, and the next thing he knew--

Sam: *eyes widening* No--oh, no--giggle--stop--ha,ha,ha--M-Mister Frodo, m-make it s-s-stop!"

The Frodo below him only looked up with a smirk. "Later, Gamgee." he said. "Maybe when you can't breathe."

He, Merry and Pippin walked off, laughing.

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POP!

Sam:AH!

He sat up, breathing heavily. What had happened? Frodo had been awfully strange actin' when he'd had his laughin' fit before, but he didn't want Sam to die from it, surely?

He looked around. He was on the bottom bunk in a room that he figured must be their quarters.

Sam: Ai...I've got to go find Mister Frodo and figure out what's goin' on.

He got up and went out the door, noting the number 7 on it for when he came back.

06-10-2002, 08:23 PM	#179
Samwise Faithful Spirit Join Date: Dec 2001 Location: #3 Bagshot Row, Petaluma, Ca Posts: 2,299	Sam slept peacefully for some time. That was, until the dream. ********************************************** He saw, through his own eyes, himself walking down a farmiliar path in Hobbiton. He was by the water. As he walked, he saw three farmiliar figures--young, younger than they were now, and playing together. One of them looked up, and jerked his head toward Sam. Sam recogmized him as Mister Merry! "Well, well", said another he recognized as Pippin. If it isn't the little poorling Samwise." "Been out pickin' taters for your dad?" snickered Merry. Sam was hurt. How could they be treating him like this? That was when the third turned. Mister Frodo? The hobbit looked like the Frodo he'd known in his youth, but his eyes were cold--so very cold. They looked Sam up and down with disdain. Frodo: Eh--I wish Uncle Bilbo would be rid of this Gamgee filth--but no--he has to let the rabble live right on the Hill! Sam felt the blood drain from his face. What was going on? Frodo: But no matter. I have something that will at least take care of this one. With that he put his fingers to his lips and blew. Sam heard a gurgling in the water behind him. Turning, he saw a horrid creature--a huge head with numerous arms like snakes. Before the little hobbit could think, one of the arms wrapped itself around his ankle and lifted him into the air. Sam: Whoooaaaa ! Below, he heard the other hobbits laughing. Frodo: Sic 'em, Beastie! Sam craned his neck and looked upwards. One of the arms was coming down toward him. He lost sight of the end of it behind his foot, and the next thing he knew-- Sam: eyes widening No--oh, no--giggle--stop--ha,ha,ha--M-Mister Frodo, m-make it s-s-stop!" The Frodo below him only looked up with a smirk. "Later, Gamgee." he said. "Maybe when you can't breathe." He, Merry and Pippin walked off, laughing. ********************************************* POP! Sam:AH! He sat up, breathing heavily. What had happened? Frodo had been awfully strange actin' when he'd had his laughin' fit before, but he didn't want Sam to die from it, surely? He looked around. He was on the bottom bunk in a room that he figured must be their quarters. Sam: Ai...I've got to go find Mister Frodo and figure out what's goin' on. He got up and went out the door, noting the number 7 on it for when he came back. __________________ 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!;)