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Faithful Spirit
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Sam and Frodo were still talking when Stacey came in. Sam looked up.
Sam: Miss Stacey, good morning! You gave me a bit of a scare, there. Stacey smiled apologetically. Stacey:Sorry. Primrose woke up then. Prim: What's going on? Papa? Sam: I'm right here, Tiny Rose. He looked at Stacey again. Sam: You looked as if you were thinkin' about somethin', Miss Stacey. Stacey thought some more. Stacey: Eh...Sam, you and Frodo know the Elf Lady, don't you? Sam nodded, feeling embarrassed again at having forgotten. Primrose piped up then. Prim: Oh, Papa, could you take me to meet her? It would be like meeting Galadriel almost. Please? Stacey blinked. Sam: Why sure, Tiny Rose, I don't see why not. Mister Frodo, would you come with us? Stacey blinked again. How simple had that been? Stacey: Eh...good idea. I'll go with you another time--no offense to the Lady, but she makes me a tad uncomfortable. Sam: [img]smilies/frown.gif[/img] Why so? Stacey: Well, unless I've counted wrong, I'm the only human on this ship--at least without some kinda magical powers-- and she's not only an Elf, she's...er, royalty. I mean, I feel out of place, but she really makes me feel out of place. Sam: Well, all right. What do you say, Mister Frodo? After we freshen up shall we go?
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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 * * * * * * * 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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