Stacey came up on deck to find a scene pretty close to chaos. People, whatever race they may have been, were running everywhere. In the midst of it all, however, near the railing, she caught sight of two farmiliar little figures.
Stacey: Sam! Frodo! Thank God...
Sam looked up at her. Both hobbits were wet and bruised, but Stacey could see fresh salt water running down Sam's face from his eyes.
Sam: M-Miss Stacey! Miss Child an' Rosie rescued us--they've gone back to the wizard's ship with the dragon....where's Primrose?
Stacey shook her head, came over and looked the two over.
Stacey: I don't know. I've been below 'til now.
She touched Frodo's cheek. The older hobbit's eyes were closed, but he seemed to be breathing normally.
Stacey: Sam, can you walk?
Sam nodded.
Stacey: Good. Come on, let's get you two below.
She lifted Frodo in her arms, and, letting Sam lean on her, headed back below.
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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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