| Chapter Three |
| The Shire was nothing but rubble. A solid figure walked along the outskirts, tears brimming its eyes. Its face was covered in soot from the destruction before it. "Damn you!" it yelled. "Let me be!" It turned and left in solitude. ****************** Frodo backed away anxiously from the man. "Wh-what, sir?" The man's expression quickly turned from morose to jovial. "All in jest, all in jest! Of course, I was serious about leaving Mordor, but anyone who would kill such courageous hobbits as yourselves is a fool." Sam eyed his own sword, still wary. "Sir, we can not leave." Their new companion's tone was low and menacing. "Oh, young hobbits. You know nothing of Mordor....." |
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