5. Wizard and Dwarf
Chapter Five: Wizard and Dwarf
Gandalf the Grey
Old Toby has been my constant companion as I've waited for Frodo to wake. If I didn't know that I was in Rivendell, I would almost think I was in the Shire, popping in to check on Frodo.
It is my fault that he is in this state. If I had only realized Saruman's treachery a little sooner, I could have escaped from him and been with Frodo on Amon Sul. I could have spared him a fortnight of misery.
Frodo stirs slightly in his bed. "Where am I, and what is the time?" Ah, sweet music to my ears.
Gandalf the White
This feel oddly reminiscent, sitting beside the sickbed of a Hobbit, though I have come a long way since Rivendell, as has the lad. He has gone through more hardships than I could have imagined when I fought for his inclusion in the Fellowship. Had I know, I would have sent him home to his parents.
But then where would we be now? I may not have fallen in Moria, the Company might not have separated, and Sauron may have reclaimed His Ring. No, it was better that he came along. It was obviously meant to be.
"Get well, Peregrin."
Gimli son of Gloin
Where is he? Where is that impertinent young Hobbit? He has to be here somewhere. It's not as if he could have just disappeared into thin air, or thick air, as the case may be. He can't be far from here, this being the last place he was seen. He must be near. The field is littered with dead and dying, both Men and Orcs. But nowhere is a Hobbit to be seen in all the carnage. Where is he?
A large troll's body lies in the field. As it is rolled aside, the foot of a Hobbit becomes visible.
The End
Gandalf the Grey
Old Toby has been my constant companion as I've waited for Frodo to wake. If I didn't know that I was in Rivendell, I would almost think I was in the Shire, popping in to check on Frodo.
It is my fault that he is in this state. If I had only realized Saruman's treachery a little sooner, I could have escaped from him and been with Frodo on Amon Sul. I could have spared him a fortnight of misery.
Frodo stirs slightly in his bed. "Where am I, and what is the time?" Ah, sweet music to my ears.
Gandalf the White
This feel oddly reminiscent, sitting beside the sickbed of a Hobbit, though I have come a long way since Rivendell, as has the lad. He has gone through more hardships than I could have imagined when I fought for his inclusion in the Fellowship. Had I know, I would have sent him home to his parents.
But then where would we be now? I may not have fallen in Moria, the Company might not have separated, and Sauron may have reclaimed His Ring. No, it was better that he came along. It was obviously meant to be.
"Get well, Peregrin."
Gimli son of Gloin
Where is he? Where is that impertinent young Hobbit? He has to be here somewhere. It's not as if he could have just disappeared into thin air, or thick air, as the case may be. He can't be far from here, this being the last place he was seen. He must be near. The field is littered with dead and dying, both Men and Orcs. But nowhere is a Hobbit to be seen in all the carnage. Where is he?
A large troll's body lies in the field. As it is rolled aside, the foot of a Hobbit becomes visible.
The End
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