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Orual · 01-10-2003, 09:39 PM

"Now remember, not a single word to Frodo, alright? Mr. Bilbo appointed us himself to do this so you’d better keep your mouths shut!" Sam ordered, taking on an air of importance. But he was thinking: Thanks, Mr. Bilbo. Me and all these silly girls! Not a single other boy. Lucky me. Well, it didn't really matter: he'd do it for Frodo. Never said he had to enjoy it, though.

"Sam?"

Sam whirled around at the sound of his name. His eyes widened as he saw his little sister, Marigold. Great! Not only did he have Belle, and Elanor, and Cami, but now he had Marigold to worry about.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded.

She demanded right back to know what they were doing, and even went so far as to threaten to tell Frodo unless they told her what was going on. Cami didn't believe her, but Sam knew better.

"Well, tell me what this is all about first and then I’ll promise not to spill the beans," Marigold insisted.

Sam scowled, crossing his arms. Little sisters were only put on the face of Middle-earth to cause trouble, weren't they! "Marigold, come on. This isn't your business. Go home, won't you?"

"I surely won't," Marigold responded stubbornly. A Gamgee family trait, that stubbornness. She crossed her arms right back and glared at Sam.

Sam looked helplessly at Cami. "If we don't tell 'er, she'll blab that we're up to something to the entire town," he moaned. "Don't think she won't! She's done it before. Now see here, Marigold," he said sternly, "if we do tell you, and you tell a soul, don't think Cami was joking. You'll be in trouble, I can promise you!"

He turned to Cami. "Should we tell her?" he asked.

[ January 11, 2003: Message edited by: Orual ]

01-10-2003, 09:39 PM	#11
Orual Speaker of the Dead Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: Superbia Posts: 868	"Now remember, not a single word to Frodo, alright? Mr. Bilbo appointed us himself to do this so you’d better keep your mouths shut!" Sam ordered, taking on an air of importance. But he was thinking: Thanks, Mr. Bilbo. Me and all these silly girls! Not a single other boy. Lucky me. Well, it didn't really matter: he'd do it for Frodo. Never said he had to enjoy it, though. "Sam?" Sam whirled around at the sound of his name. His eyes widened as he saw his little sister, Marigold. Great! Not only did he have Belle, and Elanor, and Cami, but now he had Marigold to worry about. "What are you doing here?" he demanded. She demanded right back to know what they were doing, and even went so far as to threaten to tell Frodo unless they told her what was going on. Cami didn't believe her, but Sam knew better. "Well, tell me what this is all about first and then I’ll promise not to spill the beans," Marigold insisted. Sam scowled, crossing his arms. Little sisters were only put on the face of Middle-earth to cause trouble, weren't they! "Marigold, come on. This isn't your business. Go home, won't you?" "I surely won't," Marigold responded stubbornly. A Gamgee family trait, that stubbornness. She crossed her arms right back and glared at Sam. Sam looked helplessly at Cami. "If we don't tell 'er, she'll blab that we're up to something to the entire town," he moaned. "Don't think she won't! She's done it before. Now see here, Marigold," he said sternly, "if we do tell you, and you tell a soul, don't think Cami was joking. You'll be in trouble, I can promise you!" He turned to Cami. "Should we tell her?" he asked. [ January 11, 2003: Message edited by: Orual ] __________________ "Oh, my god! I care so little, I almost passed out!" --Dr. Cox, "Scrubs"