Frodo hurried over to a vintage looking chest and opened it. "We don't have much time... the orcs will attack any hour now." The chest was filled with swords. A ton of them. Where did he get all these...? "Sorry they're not in the best condition, but they're from my uncle Bilbo. He saved them from his time. He always knew I would need them for something... " He sighed and handed me one of them. A perfect size for a hobbit like us. "But... I've never used a sword before." Frodo's smile faded, and he held my hands gently. "I've never either. At least we'll be in the same boat here."
He grabbed a sword out of the chest, and it magically seemed to be glowing blue. "This one was my uncle's favorite. It's called the Sting. And it glows when orcs are nearby." He handed it to me gently, and I slowly unsheathed it again. "You sure you want to do this Felicity?" He looked at me with concern and I nodded slowly, unaware of what I was getting myself into. The Sting was glowing extremely bright blue now, and as it did Frodo's eyes grew wider. "They're coming... "
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Not The End - A Frodo Baggins Love Story (Story Two Of The Fireflies Trilogy)
Short Story"As I swung my sword at an orc with all my remaining strength, I saw an arrow fly by me. It was heading toward Frodo. And he looked completely oblivious. The arrow lowered to shoulder level in the air, and I felt like what happened next was in slow...
