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Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien, etc. I am only borrowing his characters for this fanfiction and am making absolutely no profit whatsoever from it.
Frodo
Frodo lay like a dead thing in the shallow pit they had fallen into after escaping the company of orcs. “Catch your breath a bit, Mr Frodo. We might as well rest here until they've passed us,” whispered Sam. The Ringbearer had no energy to reply. He was cold, tired, hungry and aching all over from a multitude of injuries and lashes. No amount of rest would comfort him. Nothing could comfort him now. Except … Traitor fingers rose absently, automatically, to clasp at the circle nestled beneath his shirt when a warm hand stilled their progress. Nothing except his Sam.
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