Cold - Sam

[rabidsamfan]

I think I've forgotten what it means to feel warm, Mr. Frodo, and begging your pardon, but it's made me fratchety-like. I'm not best pleased with Mr. Merry or that rascal Pippin, fooling with my spices and all; nor Gandalf and Strider, neither, insisting on no fires day nor night and no matter how much rain or wind. That Boromir still treats us like children half the time, and as for the Elf and the Dwarf! Pride, Gandalf calls it, the way they go on at each other like tweens peacocking in front of a pretty lass. Making an uncomfortable journey worse for all of us is what I call it, and so would my Dad. A Dwarf does this, and an Elf does that, and nothing being done while they flap their gums. Let 'em do something useful I say, and until then they're all leaf and no taters.

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[rabidsamfan.livejournal.com]

I suspect that Sam's idea of drought and mine are very different. The first time I went to England they were worried about a drought because it was May and it was only raining at night. *Denver girl raises an eyebrow as she looks out at all the greenness.*