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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[bronwe]

[ Then that just means Merlin is adorable. ]

No, I should not take more of your time if it is indeed safe here.

[magicus]

[ And/or patronizing, but yes, let's go with adorable. ]

Right. Well, you should find a book at some point if you haven't already - [ He glances to his side at the stack of books on the floor, digs out his journal for show and tell. ] You can use it to speak to others, and if you write their name at the top, it'll keep others from eavesdropping. Or just get someone's attention, if you need it.

[ And then he gathers up the rest of the books and pushes to his feet, offering one last grin before taking his leave. ] It was nice meeting you, Frodo.

[ He'll definitely be asking about your size and those feet next time he sees you. Twenty questions might be a bit rude for a first encounter, so he's saving it for now. ]

[bronwe]

[ Frodo is still all kinds of stunned, but counting his blessings, it seems that he is in a much safer and sweeter place than he meant to go. He isn't sure if that's worth celebrating, yet.

He gives Merlin a little bow. ]

I am glad to have met you, as well.