Barrow-Downs Birthday Party at the Fields of Cormallen

[Samwise]

Stacey was still having trouble getting Sam loose. It distressed her to hear her little freind breathe, as which each breath there came a moan of pain.

Sam: *gasping* Mister Frodo...

Stacey: One thing at a time, Sam. Stupid. All of this was stupid. Sam could have been killed, and for what? Greed. That's all. Greed!
Wait, came the still small voice in her heart. You know very well that mankind are simply poor wretched creatures devoured by their sin. Sam is alive. Forgive as I would forgive.
Stacey: Of course. Of course....my this has been a trial to end all others....thank You, Lord, for Your teaching.
Calmed in her heart, Stacey looked over at Primrose, who was sitting by the opposite cave wall with her head on her knees. She was soiled from head to foot, and the little roses that had been in her hair at the beginning of it all were either out of place or gone.

Stacey: Prim, I could use your dagger.

The little hobbit looked up. She looked completely drained. "Sure thing."
She got on her knees and crawled over to her father. With tears in her eyes, she removed the dagger,Nuinfalath, from the belt she wore and began hacking at her father's bonds, occasionally stopping to wipe away a tear. When they were finally off, raw red skin was revealed around Sam's wrists and ankles.
Sighing, Stacey gave Sam as tight a hug as she dared.

[ June 04, 2002: Message edited by: Samwise ]