4. Chapter 4
“I think it has something to do with her fighting Saruman and why she did,” he answered. “I mean, maybe it’s something private.”
“Yah, but still, I don’t trust her,” Sam said, a little more loudly then he should have. Frodo glanced quickly at Car, knowing her quick temper. She didn’t seem to notice that Sam said that.
“Just because she has a grudge against you, Sam,” Frodo said. “Doesn’t mean that she’s going to kill you or something. Anyway, she’s our friend...”
“Yah, but she almost killed you,” Sam said even louder. “Doesn’t sound very trustworthy to me. Anyway, she’s not our friend, she’s just an acquaintance...” At that moment, Car whipped around glaring hatefully at Sam.
“I can hear you, you know,” she snarled. She whipped back around and started walking faster.
“Car...” Frodo said, jogging after her.
“I don’t want to hear it. Your friend over there said enough,” she said, not looking at him. She walked even faster. It was hard for Frodo to catch up with Car because (as I failed to mention earlier) being a Herk, she was about a foot taller then him.
“Car, wait!” Frodo panted, running to keep up. Car stopped abruptly, making Frodo almost run into her.
“What?” she asked sharply.
“I’m sorry about Sam,” he said. “He’s still a little suspicious...”
“Oh, right,” she said, throwing up her arms, finally loosing her temper. “Of course you’re sorry. Sam’s your friend. You’re supposed to defend him. And, of course,” she laughs sarcastically. “I’m /just an acquaintance/. No need to apologize to /me/. No need for Sam to trust /me/. I’m just a girl you just /happened/ to come across.” Sam, who heard her, he felt his stomach drop when he heard the pain and resentment in her voice.
“No, no, it’s okay,” she said more softly, but with the same sarcastic tone. “You don’t have to pity me. I have my share of tragedies in my life, but, of course, you wouldn’t care. I’m just the person showing you to Mordor,” she ended coldly. She turned on her heel and stormed off.
That night, when Frodo was about to fall asleep, he heard a rustling noise beside him. He turned to see what it was. It was Car. She was heading for a cliff just 40 feet from their resting place. She sat down on a rock and looked out over the landscape.
Frodo silently got up and walked toward her. As he got closer, he was shocked to see tears rolling down her face.
“Carey?” Car whipped around. When she saw him, she hastily wiped her eyes.
“Can’t a person have some peace to think?” she mumbled. “What do you want?”
“Nothing,” he said. “I just saw you come up here...”
“...And saw me crying and decided to comfort me,” she finished, raising her eyebrow. Frodo opened his mouth to protest, but Car raised her hand to stop him.
“I don’t need your symphony,” she said. “These are my problems and I’ll deal with them myself.”
“Well...” Frodo said, backing off a little. “I’ll leave you alone, then.” He turned to leave.
“Oh, and Baggins...” He turned around.
“Yah?” Car smiled.
“You tell Sam I was crying, I’ll rip your tongue out, got it?” Frodo laughed.
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