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Brambles

Mr. Frodo’s waiting for me, but this won’t take long. I daren’t leave a single thread caught in these thorns, nor yet any thorn that drew a drop of blood. I’ve seen old Gollum sniffing out his way too often, like a dog seeking a fox, and I won’t risk thinking that he can’t get by that tower now that the orcs have murdered one another.

Threads and thorns tangle in my hand, and there’s not enough thread to dull the points. It hurts to keep holding on. Guess I’ve known that for a while.

But I won’t let go.


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Brambles

Mr. Frodo’s waiting for me, but this won’t take long. I daren’t leave a single thread caught in these thorns, nor yet any thorn that drew a drop of blood. I’ve seen old Gollum sniffing out his way too often, like a dog seeking a fox, and I won’t risk thinking that he can’t get by that tower now that the orcs have murdered one another.

Threads and thorns tangle in my hand, and there’s not enough thread to dull the points. It hurts to keep holding on. Guess I’ve known that for a while.

But I won’t let go.


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