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Aug. 14th, 2004 12:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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When Sam looked down into the tumult of water it seemed as if the river was standing still and he was flying back upstream towards the Dimrill Dale. His toes curled around the taut rope beneath his feet, desperate for purchase. How had Pippin managed to step across so lightly? Had he closed his eyes the whole way, or had he been so glad not to have to make another leap in the dark that even a strand of thread would do?
“You wanted a rope,” he reminded himself, tried not to think too much of bridges, and went on.
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When Sam looked down into the tumult of water it seemed as if the river was standing still and he was flying back upstream towards the Dimrill Dale. His toes curled around the taut rope beneath his feet, desperate for purchase. How had Pippin managed to step across so lightly? Had he closed his eyes the whole way, or had he been so glad not to have to make another leap in the dark that even a strand of thread would do?
“You wanted a rope,” he reminded himself, tried not to think too much of bridges, and went on.
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