action.

[bronwe]

[ Frodo arrives rolling and tumbling across the floor.

There was a great shadow over him then, something with a terrible stench and legs too numerous to count. And now, light. He shields himself from the brightness and scoots back until he bumps against the wall, then scrambles to find shelter behind a couch. It hurts his eyes. The air is suddenly too clear, everything too clean. He fears it is a trick.

He speaks in a hush, afraid to alert the enemies but more afraid of being alone. ]

Sam? Where are you, Sam?

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[willrememberthat]

[The patting nearly gets her to cry, but she gets it under control before it can grow beyond a tiny, tiny sniffle and a subtle nuzzle into his shoulder. Her crying wouldn't be very comforting, would it?]

Goodnight. I hope you feel better.

[Now she'll gently pull back. He needs to sleep! She can chat his ears off tomorrow.]

[bronwe]

I do already.

[ Frodo gives her a sympathetic smile, placing both hands on her face so he can gesture at wiping some imagined tear away. His hobbit ears heard that sniffle, little lady! ]

Good night, Clementine.

[willrememberthat]

[That gets her to smile, even if her eyes are glassy.

Once off the bed, she goes to the door, waving before heading out.

She'll ask about his strange ears tomorrow.]

[bronwe]

[ Frodo waves back, though in the morning he doesn't remember anything else between that and the deepest sleep he's had yet! ]