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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[silvertree]

[Celeborn's hand comes to rest upon the halfling's shoulder as a sign of comfort.]

Worry not, you are safe now.

[No harm shall come to Frodo as long as the Lord and Lady of Lothlórien had a say in it.]

[bronwe]

[ It takes him time to feel comfortable with elves such as Celeborn, mighty as he is. But he attempts a meek smile the same as he would give Elrond, the one he knows better. ]

Is this castle under your protection too?