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Date Posted: 21:06:42 04/07/02 Sun
With great difficulty Lily pushed herself up into a sitting position and examined Samwise who was sitting, perched on the end of her bed. He was just as she had imagined him, auban curly hobbit hair, trusting brown eyes and an expression that spoke of fatherhood and love. Lily's thought's flew to her own father, every second she was here was one she was not having with him.
"Lily," she muttered quietly to his earlier question. Then realising this man had saved her life and that she probably appeared very rude and ungrateful, she smiled shyly. "I want to thank you for saving me."
Sam blushed, clearly believing it was nothing, what any hobbit would do, but Lily who had grown up in Bree knew otherwize. Sam was special, and it was not only her he had saved. One of the stories she had been told was "Four fingered Frodo and the Ring of Power," her father had always laughed at that title.
Reminded of him she struggled to get up, "I have to leave." But she was apparently too weak to rise and Sam chuckled and told her she was not moving until she was well again.
Dejectedly Lily sat down again. Was there anything he could do? A letter, could you deliver it?
She rumaged through her packs next to the bed, produced a thick wadge of paper and handed it to Sam.
"It's from my mother," a tear welled in her eye, "It's the last thing she wrote, before she died."
Before she started crying she shoved the letter at Sam.
It was addressed to a Mr. Frodo Baggins.
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