Tolkien Fan Fiction
| 17 |
| Into the Storm |
Day 17: Card: Temperance |
| Sam's in the stables, filling saddlebags that night. “Shouldn't you take more?” Fatty asks. “Don't rightly know,” Sam replies. “But Mr. Merry's reckoning'll get us to Bree.” Fatty shakes his head. Merry and Pippin! Adventuring's well enough for them, but Gamgees're Westfarthing to their toes. “And... your Dad?” Sam bows his head. “Tell him,” he says, finally, “it wasn't curiousity – it's for Mr. Frodo.” “Of course.” Fatty nods. “Anyhow, you'll see to things.” Sam returns to packing. “No cause to fear, then.” Cause creeps in as darkness. Afterward, Fatty wonders whether his stewardship's as ill-founded as Sam's other confidence! |