"Did Frodo ask a lot of questions?" Sam's question hung unanswered in the air. Cami barely gave them time to get their breath back before they began the oath ceremony-thingy.
"I'll explain later," Elanor whispered in his ear.
The ceremony began, and she wrapped her shawl tightly around her. It wasn't chilly at all that night. Nevertheless, it seemed that the shawl gave her some protection from the barrows, however minimal. And she wanted all the protection she could get. She shrank back, a little closer to Sam, gazing fearfully around her. She wasn't normally this frightened, but being in the Barrows at night was the most frightening thing possible in her imagination.
In the dark, it seemed as if the trees around them were bending in close to listen to what they said, and she caught sight of dark shapes flitting around the barrows. She gasped softly, afraid that the wights would hear her, and wishing more than anything else in the world that she could be home in front of the merry fire. Thank heavens the barrows are the only thing I'm afraid of! Elanor thought, with some pride.
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