This is on the request of cher, who asked for one of Frodo and Sam pre-Smeagol post-Auduin. I set the right around the very end of FOTR, and pirated a few of the lines. Sam and Frodo, a not as fuzzy bunny, PLEASE POST REVIEWS
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“Are they coming?”
“Are WHO coming?”
“The others.”
*startled* “You think they’d follow us?”
“Well, it’s possible, Mr. Frodo…”
“A lot of things are possible, Sam, but not everything is likely. *looks over his shoulder* Legolas has a boat….. oh dear, they ARE going to follow! Come ON Sam, we have to get out of here. *to self* They CAN’T follow, they simply CAN’T.”
“Wait a second…. It looks like Strider doesn’t want to go. He’s just standing there…. Saying something to the others….”
*smiles* “Strider. He understands.”
“Understands what?”
“That I CAN’T let anyone come with me.”
*hurt* “Anyone?”
*stoically* “ANYONE.”
*softly* “Oh. Okay then…”
*realizing* “Sam, I didn’t mean YOU.”
“Well, you said ANYONE…..”
*smiles* “But I didn’t mean YOU. Besides you’re already here, and I can’t very well LEAVE you ….”
“Well, you could if you honestly wanted to…. It’s possible.”
*smiles* “But unlikely. Grab those bags there. We’re going to have to carry everything we want to keep, as we’re going over mountains and rocks and who knows what else….”
“All right. *sighs* I sort of wish the others were coming with us…..”
“They can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because. Is anyone coming?”
*looks behind* “No…..*confused* Is there a problem with the others coming?”
“In a way………”
“Do you simply just not enjoy company?”
“It’s not as simple as that. I have my reasons, that will stay my reasons and those reasons will stay silent.”
“I meant no offense….”
“I know you didn’t. But there are things that I simply don’t want to speak of so close to….”
“Mordor?”
*nods* “Let me see if I can get up here…*freezes*”
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
*softly* “We are high up…..you can see…Mordor from here….”
“Let me up …..So THAT’S Mordor. “
*nods* “Mordor….I hope the other’s will find a safer road.”
“Strider’ll look after them.”
*sighs* “I don’t suppose we’ll ever see them again.”
“We may yet, Mr. Frodo. We may.”
*smiles* “Sam... I’m glad you’re with me.”
“Well, the feeling’s mutual.”
*smiles* “Where are we going next?”
*examines hills* “It certainly is hilly…..should we go just straight across, or take the more round-about route?”
*sighs* “I don’t know….I suppose we should get there as soon as possible, but honestly, I don’t want to get there at all. I suppose we should take the straightest route….. or the most convenient……”
“You’re talking in circles, Mr. Frodo.”
“I’ve had a trying day. Let’s take that route. *points* It seems to be fairly straight-forward and it isn’t all sharp rocks and high hills.”
“All right. Let’s go.”
*silence*
“Mr. Frodo?”
*looking behind him* “I was just wishing I could’ve said good-bye…”
“Well, say it.”
“It won’t be to their faces.”
“But it’ll be better than nothing.”
“I suppose I don’t even WANT to say good-bye… it seems so final..”
“Then say something’s that’s NOT final….that one Elvish word, that means farewell, …what is it?”
“Namarie?”
“That’s the one.”
“All right then. *to wherever they might be* Namarie, Fellowship. *quietly* Until our next meeting, hopefully.”