Sam's hands shook as he took the 'stone from his friend.
"Oh, dear...oh dear, oh dear...." Sam's voice cracked, and out in the audience both Stacey and Primrose hoped Sam didn't explode into tears, as he was apt to do.
"Sir--an' all....I--I'm not so good at speech makin'....but...Miss Rae, wherever you are, thank you for bein' there in all my ups an' 'downs' here--so to speak--an' Miss Helen...an' Miss Pio...."
He drew a sharp breath, and those in the "know" KNEW he was trying not to cry.
"...an' Mr. Mithadan...thankyou so much for puttin' up with a silly ol' hobbit like me."
He set the 'stone down for a moment, as it was almost to big for him to carry, and threw his arms around Frodo's neck. "An' thank YOU, sir....thank you..."
That was it. He finally started bawling.
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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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