3. Chapter 3
“Can...” Sam panted as Car quickly, and easily, dodged one of his attacks. “Can you please go a little easier on me? I’m not as fast as you are.”
“This is the only way for you to build up your endurance,” she said, sneering a little. She wasn’t one to let go of grudges easily. “Especially if you’re going up against Saruman.” She put emphasis on the name as she lunged at Sam with her sword. He blocked the attack, but just barely.
“How...how do you know how to fight Saruman?” Sam asked, panting even harder. Car stopped and raised her hand to signal Sam to put down the sword. He did.
“I know,” she said. “Because I fought him. And not to practice my fighting skills.” She lifted the sleeve of her right arm to reveal a long, jagged scar running along it. “That is no scar from a sword. It was from a spell he threw at me. It directed at my heart, but I shielded it. Unfortunately, it was a little too late and my shield didn’t protect me completely." She lowered the sleeve.
"You fought Saruman?!" Frodo said. "But...why? You must have known he's much more powerful then you were."
"That's for me to know," she said, her spine stiffening. "C'mon. Let's get going." She picked up her pack and walked ahead." Sam and Frodo gave her quizzical looks, but followed her.
One day, when they got to the top of a particularly steep jumble of rocks, they saw, in the distance, Mordor.
“Mordor. The one place we don’t want to see any closer, the one place we’re trying to get to. Just where we can’t get,” Sam said.
“Oh, don’t be so melodramatic,” Car said, rolling her eyes. Sam glared at her. She scanned a few miles out, as if looking for path or something.
“We’re lost, aren’t we?” Sam said. Car sighed. She turned and leaned over so that their faces were about two inches apart. Sam expected some sort of outburst.
“No,” she said simply and curtly. Again, she started scanning the ground below them.
“I knew it! We’re ARE lost. I don’t think Gandalf meant for us to come this way...”
“I don’t think he meant for a lot of things to happen, Sam,” Frodo said, noticing Car’s face tightening when Sam had said that. “But they did.”
Suddenly, Car notices that Frodo had froze, and had a fearful look in his eyes, as if he could see something they couldn’t. He started breathing heavily, panting for breath. He fell on one knee. Sam whipped around.
“Mr. Frodo...?” he said.
“Frodo, are you ok?” Car asked. Frodo’s hand went up to his neck.
“It’s getting heavier,” he answered. Sam and Car exchanged a look of pity and worry. Frodo took another deep breath and sat down on a rock. Car and Sam also sat.
“How much food do we have left?” Frodo asked Sam.
“Well, let me see...” he replied, taking out his pack. He reached in and pulled out some bread wrapped in leaves. “Oh, lovely. Lamoth bread.” He passed it out to Frodo and Car. He purposefully gave her a little less, because...oh I don’t need to tell you why! Anyway...Sam reached back into the bag to find any more food.
“Oh, look. MORE Lamoth bread,” he said. Frodo laughed and Car smiled a little and raised an eyebrow.
“You know,” Sam said few seconds later. “I’m usually not much into foreign food, but this Elvish stuff is not bad.” Frodo laughs.
“Nothing ever dampens your spirits, does it Sam?” Frodo said. Sam looks at the sky.
“Those rain clouds would.”
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