†Title: A Stumble in the Dead Marshes
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Middle Earth and all its people belong to the Tolkien Estate. I do not own any of them. Some of them, however, seem to own me.
Rating: PG (for creepiness)
Summary: The fourth dribble of six. Samís horror in the Dead Marshes explained.
A STUMBLE IN THE DEAD MARSHES
Sam felt his hands sinking into the filthy, stinking ooze
nearly to his elbows, he gagged at the stench.
He blinked his stinging eyes and then stared:
like looking down through a dirty window,
faces-- ghastly, gruesome, green and grinning,
Dead! All of them dead!
And one of them
had looked like