The darkness loomed over the land like a dirty, super-sized shirt that is put on top of a laundry basket. Two small, not-very-dark figures could be seen walking amidst the ruined ruins that were all that was left of land because of the darkness that was in the dark land.
Suddenly, on of the small figures who had been carrying the other small figure stopped. “Mr. Frodo, I won’t do your work for you anymore,” The small figure said to the other small figure, who was now sobbing uncontrollably because of the darkness of the dark land.
“Bu—But, Sam!” The other small figure said to the first small figure. “Who will do my laundry then? And—And who will carry me, and feel sorry for me, and give up their food for me, and--” It was too late. The small figure was walking away from the small figure back into the darkness of the dark land.
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