Part 68 of 4850 from book52
Well you have now Sam dear Sam said Frodo and he la back in Sams gentle arms closing his eyes likebook67 a child at rest when nightfears are driven away by some loved voice or hand. He stood up and it looked to Sam as if he was clothed in flame his naked skin was scarlet in the light of the lamp above. He ran to the figure huddled on the floor. His voice sounded thin and quavering in the cold dark tower the voice of a forlorn and weary hobbit that no listening orc could possibly mistake for the clear song of an Elvenlord.... more