The leaves of the party tree swayed ... and grew larger ..... and distended until they became Elven boats. He was suddenly inside one of the boats and now remembered how they swayed unsteadily. The boat swung wildly and finally spun completely over.

.... Falling ....
.... Falling ....
.... Falling ....

Down through the mithril mines of Moria, .....diving past foot-holds, ladders....

And finally landing, …. but not on rock. He was enveloped in softness and blurry images shimmered in front of him. The mist began to lift .... and a tall form appeared, with two heads, one fair, the other dark. No wait – the beast has a third head protruding from its belly, with fiery red locks and a long bushy beard. Oh – the mist lifts further and it was, of course, Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli standing before him.

.... And as quickly as he recognised them they were gone.

But now there was a voice coming from very far away.

"Sam, Sam....."

.... Drifting closer ....

"Sam, Sam....."

Suddenly, the world shifted and he was capable of rational thought. He had been sleeping, wrapped in Frodo's arms.

Blue eyes looked down at him. "Sam, wake up. What's wrong?"

"Owww, Mr Frodo, one too many spicy sausages last night. That's what's wrong....."