Valar Guild

March 22, 2020 Sunday Meeting

Arien
Fangorn
Lenwe
Nar
Varda

Ithil:
Dis
Falco
Fangorn
Varda

Anor:
Arien
Fangorn
Varda

Things would have gone ill with Sam, if he had been alone. But Frodo sprang up, and drew Sting from its sheath. With his left hand he drew back Gollum's head by its thin lank hair, stretching its long neck, and forcing his pale venomous eyes to stare up at the sky.
"Let go! Gollum," he said. "This is Sting. You have seen it before once upon a time. Let go, or you'll feel it this time! I'll cut your throat."
Gollum collapsed and went as loose as a wet string. Sam got up, fingering his shoulder. His eyes smouldered with anger, but he could not avenge himself; his miserable enemy lay grovelling on the stones whimpering.
"Don't hurt us! Don't let them hurt us, precious! They won't hurt us will they, nice little hobbitses? We didn't mean no harm, but they jumps on us like cats on poor mices, they did, precious. And we're so lonely, gollum. We'll be nice to them, very nice, if they'll be nice to us, won't we, yes, yess."
"Well, what's to be done with it?" said Sam. "Tie it up, so as it can't come sneaking after us no more, I say.""No," said Frodo. "If we kill him, we must kill him outright. But we can't do that, not as things are. Poor wretch. He's done us no harm."
"Oh hasn't he!" said Sam rubbing his shoulder.