Primrose followed her "Uncle", Stacey and Mimi behind her, while Tennyson took to the sky.
"Stacey, did you notice something?" Mimi asked.
"What's that?"
"Well, those Orc-things back at the front door when we left....they looked different, somehow."
Stacey thought to herself that there wasn't much difference between Orcs, if it were possible maybe one was uglier than the other..."Um...now that you say that there might have been a difference. Maybe they changed shifts? "
A thought chilled her. "Oh, no, not again..."
Mimi blinked. "What? "
"Come on!" she said, grabbing Mimi's hand and running. "Mister Baggins! Wait! "
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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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