The Fellowship: Part XXI
Frodo watched, occasionally laughing, at the game Merry and
Pippin were playing with Kristiel's Familiar, AmaurŽa. Even
Sam was joining in on the fun, though never for very long. He would
come over to where Frodo sat, and sit beside him, and then, a few
moments later, Sam would be helping the other two hobbits tackle
AmaurŽa to the ground.
Frodo was glad that his friends had something to do to keep
their minds off of the quest. He, himself, could only go for a few
moments, before his thoughts would return to the reason they were
out in the middle of nowhere. Sometimes, his thoughts would turn to
the ring that he wore on a chain around his neck. At those times,
it almost seemed like the ring was speaking to him. Telling Frodo
to put it on. He resisted the urge to do so, and could only wonder
how much longer he would be able to resist.
Glancing around the camp, Frodo noticed that both Kristiel
and Legolas were gone. He surmised that they had left to scout the
area, even though they had already done so earlier, and it was
beginning to grow dark. The group couldn't afford to take any
chances, especially as they ever so slowly drew closer to their
destination. Who knew what the enemy had planned, in order to stop
the Fellowship from reaching Mount Doom?
Frodo didn't like the ominous sound of those two words.
Mount Doom. No, definitely not a pleasant-sounding place. This was
one of the times that Frodo was happy that he wasn't alone.
While he hated having put his friends in a dangerous situation,
well, okay, they had volunteered, but still, he was happy to have
them with him.
Looking over, he saw that the game between the other three
hobbits and the panther was drawing to a close. Sam came over and
sat down beside Frodo.
"Who won?" Frodo asked.
"I believe it was a draw," Sam replied. "Everybody
Frodo hesitated, before voicing a question that he had been
pondering over for the past few days.
"Sam," he began. "Do you regret coming along on this
"Why, Mr. Frodo, how can you ask me such a question as
that?" Sam asked, sounding shocked. "Of course I don't
regret it. You're my friend, my best friend, and what kind of
hobbit would I be, if I let you undertake this journey alone?"
"The same goes for us," Merry said, as he and Pippin came
over and plopped down on the ground beside Frodo and Sam.
"Yeah," Pippin added. "We hobbits have to stick to
Frodo didn't know what to say. What had he done to deserve
such loyalty from his friends?
"Together," he agreed, finally.
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