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]

[ 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.