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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[emboldens]

That will suffice, I will not keep you any longer. I am certain you will want to find your room and search for your friend.

[ The smile might have been small, but it was enough for her. ]

I cannot say which room is your own, but know that you have one. The closet has clothing that will fit you and there is a bath.

I hope that when next we meet, I can clearly see your face, Frodo.

[bronwe]

[ Frodo chuckles and bows his head all bashful. He can hardly imagines what he looks like now, all covered in soot and orc filth, probably. ]

That will be a promise then.

[emboldens]

[ How adorable, she has to laugh along with him. ]

Well, then! I will look forward to our next meeting. [ She moves to step away but pauses, tilting her head with another smile. ]

Be safe, Frodo.

[bronwe]

[ He tries a wider smile, meant to be reassuring, hopefully. ]

I will. And you as well.