Note: This fic is based on a scene from the movie, just so there is no confusion.

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. It is property of Tolkien Industries as far as I know, and even if it were sold, I could not afford it being a teen with no regular income except on birthdays and Christmas or from occasional jobs my Oma or Grandma give me.

Hurt

Mr. Frodo, why? I think as I hurry down those steps. All I wanted to do was help you out and bear the burden for a short while for you t’ regain your strength. Tears begin to fall as I remember my master’s face, so tired and weary and hurt, and the tone of his voice, so gentle though firm even though he thought I had had betrayed him. I could tell he was feelin’ deeply hurt even though he remained emotionless.

I am gettin’ close to a landing now. I’ll be able to rest. I crawl onto it, staying near the cliff wall. What is this? I ask myself as I see a few leaves and breadcrumbs scattered about near the edge. Defying my fear of heights, I crawl close to the edge and grab a piece of it. Lembas! I think of it as I draw it near me and smell it.

“That Stinker!” I exclaim aloud. “He caused all this, planted doubt in Mr. Frodo’s troubled mind and then went ‘round an’ brought it to be. That Ring. Samwise, you ninnyhammer, why’d ye leave him alone with that Stinker? You heard that creature speaking of a her killing him and then ‘we’ll get the Precious after she’s done.’”

Scared out of my wits, though not for myself but for Mr. Frodo, I hurriedly grab bits of the Lembas, hoping to prove to Mr. Frodo that I didn’t eat it all and it was Gollum all along that tried t’ send me away again. I rush up the steep mountain as fast as me tremblin’ arms and legs will carry me. I just hope I am not too late.

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