[ Once Frodo offered his hand to him, Celeborn gently lead the halfling towards the nearest chair he could find. It was a fatherly gesture on his part, a role he's becoming increasingly more comfortable with.
Whatever fear that gripped this young hobbit's heart must be purged first before he tells the youth anymore about his plight.]
Sam?
[The name seemed quite familiar to him.]
Frodo, listen to me well. [He began softly.] This is not Middle-earth.
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Whatever fear that gripped this young hobbit's heart must be purged first before he tells the youth anymore about his plight.]
Sam?
[The name seemed quite familiar to him.]
Frodo, listen to me well. [He began softly.] This is not Middle-earth.