1. Plain and Simple
King Elessar
Minas Tirith
When do dreams become nightmares? In the middle of the dream, once it's upon you and you've no way of turning back? When you're lulled into a sense of peace at some memory and then, horror slips in?
I don't know what I can do for him, Strider. My heart breaks. I can hear him, through the walls. They ain't that thin, you know, that I should be able to hear him, but I do. Screams sometimes. Enough to make my blood run cold. Moans too, fit to tear me limb from limb.
If you might be able to stop? I know it's a long ways. I've been there and back again. Mightn't you think about visiting your northern friends? On the ways there, or back if it's too much trouble, mightn't you stop and visit - as an old friend.
I'd not tell him you were coming or why. But I'd make sure Bag End was ready for you. Enough food and such for you and your company. I could hide most of it over at the Gaffer's. My sister's now.
Rosie helped me write this, so's it would be easier for you to read,
Sam
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