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?

Comments

[bronwe]

[ He casts another worried gaze about. ] I was, but no longer. My concern now is only for my friend who was with me.

[not_mafia]

Your friend might already be here, or they might not have come, but it doesn't look like anyone arrived with you.

[bronwe]

Have you many friends here?

[not_mafia]

Mmn, I do! Not any from home, though.