"No, please!" Sam cried out in agony. "Leave me alone! Nooo!" Tears streamed down the hobbit's cheeks like two giant waterfalls.
Sam awoke in a fright. The poor hobbit trembled underneath the bedsheets. There was a kind, compassionate voice that called out Sam's name from out of the blue.
"Who....Who's there?" Sam whimpered. The door to Sam's room opened slowly.
A candlelight glimmered through the darkness. "Sam? Sam, what happened?" Frodo rushed over to his friend.
"Mr....Mr. Frodo?" Sam sniffled. "Frodo's here." Frodo reassured. "I'm here, Sam. What happened? Are you alright?"
Sam shook his head and wiped his tear stained cheeks with his blanket. "I...I had a horrible nightmare, Mr. Frodo. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to....I didn't mean to bother you."
Frodo patted Sam on the back and smiled. "No, Sam. You are not bothering me at all. Would you like to talk about your nightmare?"
"It...." Sam paused for a moment and sniffled into his blanket once more. "It was you."
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"Me?"
"You left...You left me...You left me, Mr. Frodo." Sam's face was full of grief and pain and fear.
"I would never leave you, Sam. I promise." Frodo reassured.
"You promise? You promise?" Sam trembled.
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"Of course, my dear Sam." Frodo moved in closer to Sam and wiped away at his tears with his soft and gentle and kind and delicate hands. He moved in closer and gave him a comforting hug.
"Here, Sam. Why don't I get you something warm to drink to help you sleep? Would you like that? Would you like that Sam?"
"Yes." Sam blubbered. "Yes, Please, Mr. Frodo."
"I won't be long, Sam. I'll be right back."
A few minutes later, Frodo came back with a mug of warm tea and served it to his frightened friend. "There you go, Sam."
As Sam took a few sips from the tea, a feeling of warmth and comfort filled his heart. Frodo sat back down on Sam's bed and stroked his hair back, soothingly. He tucked the blanket over top of Sam's torso.
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"Is there anything else you need, Sam?"
"Could...Could you stay with me until I fall asleep? I don't mean to sound like a child or anythin'."
Frodo held onto Sam's shaking hands firmly into his own and kissed them.
"Sam, Sam, Sam." He smiled. "I would love to stay here right beside you."
"Mr. Frodo, you're too kind." Sam chuckled, weakly.
"That's very kind of you, Sam. Are you finished your tea?" Frodo asked, politely.
Sam nodded his head. Frodo took the mug and set it down on the nightstand beside the bed.
"Mr. Frodo?" Sam carefully lifted himself up from the bed.
"You need to get some sleep, Sam." Frodo gently squeezed onto Sam's wide shoulders and lowered him back into the bed, tucking him in.
Sam nodded his head and sighed. "I guess you're right, Mr. Frodo. I think it would be best if I rested for the night. Don't you think so, Mr. Frodo?"
Frodo chuckled softly. "Yes, I do think so, Sam. I don't think we should be staying up any longer. I hope you sleep well tonight, Sam. Good night. Sleep well."
"Thank you, Mr. Frodo. Good night, Mr. Frodo." Sam murmured in his sleep.
