a large patch of snow seemed to swallow him whole from height alone. Is this how foxes felt when running through the burrow during winter?
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the snow as he eventually gave up leaping between each patch, now choosing to instead trudge. He felt Samwise to his side, giving him a brief break from the wind.
"The weather seems too dangerous to continue in. Is there perhaps a cave we can take a break in," he called out, just briefly before
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Frodo was leaping, though his body was already soaked by the patches of snow that reached him higher than it did humans. "I'll catch up soon," Frodo shouted, attempting to keep his cloak from whipping wildly in the wind. It was already hard to see in the snowy weather, his vision half blinded by
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Frodo let off a laugh as Aragorn raced ahead, briefly taking a moment to take a breath before following after him. He wasn't as fleetfooted as his uncle was, but he did well to keep up. "Come now! Don't go easy on me! Hobbits are notorious for taking big steps!"
The elf has found more archers...?
"A friend indeed, and a friend I am glad to share my journey to the highest mountains and lowest plains with," Frodo agreed, nodding his head a little before glancing forward. "It seems the rest of our friends have noticed us lagging. Shall we race there?"
He has tea, warm tea. It feels odd holding the metal cup while disoriented, almost grounding.
The soles of his feet hurt, he's traversed too far. But further still, he persists.
The world is cruel, at least in the semblance of long nights and jagged stones, but at least he has friends to share warmth and joy with.
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Curled up at a foot of a tree, Frodo attempts to keep warm. The late hours of the winter night were getting to him.
Ring and it's power, I could have at least spared them the danger." He was so quick to play down his actions, but he did not dare speak ill of himself in the company of kindness and strength. "So perhaps it's better if I'm not, because if I was, this journey would be a lonely one."
moment, his gaze lingered on the back of the hobbits who joined. "I think very much, and very often. If I was a true leader, then the shire would not have been endangered. If I was a king, then they would not have left her safety. If I was anyone worth his weight in gold, worth the weight of this
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That earned a wry smile, a small shake of the head while curly hair bounced under the soft light. "I fear you are mistaken. The Shire has no use for dreamers and those who left the safety of her warmth," he stated. "Kings are people like you, who rise to the occassion of his people." And, for a
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I do not wish for it to happen, unfortunately I am a creature with the tendency to be a violent writer.
regailed in song. Everyone will be. That is what I can place my hope and certainty in."
have stayed in the shire, left the ring in more capable hands. Frodo was certain of that much. "As for me, who knows. Perhaps people will call me crazy like my uncle, or perhaps I'll pen my own tale. Hailed as a hero, that title is too formal for a half-foot such as I, but you will be
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go back to their tobacco pipes and parties. Boromir will prove himself to his father, as will the elf. And Gimli shall return home with tales, while Gandalf travels again." He did not believe in hope, he believed in the certainties of life. If he did not, he would have refused this task, he would
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"Hope? I fear that word is too weak," Frodo stated, simply... Softly. "I do not hope for peace, I know there will be peace. I'm certain because I know we'll finish this mission. That you will return to the home you belong to, that Samwise will marry his love. That Merry and Pippin will
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Sorry, my brain suddenly was invaded by the thought of Frodo dying, whether pierced by sword or joining Gollum and the Ring in the lava. What is happening-
Middle Earth shall truly return to her beauty. As she once was, and will always be." And a small part of him hoped that meant everyone had their dreams within reach as a result. "I wonder though, if that means great times of peace shall help you feel safe as well."
well to help us," he replied, agreeing with the statement presented toward him. Unfortunately, not even the thickest of forests could save them from their fate. He bobbed his head down once, catching sight of how Aragorn rested his hand on his sword. "Though I think that once we've saved her,
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