[ Samwise found himself faring no better then Strider.
Staying in his chosen guild was no difficult task; Gandalf was there, and he was thankful for the companionship the wizard provided him. But his worry for Frodo, for this place and for their escape was constant. Being so decisively separated from Frodo, and indeed, Gandalf's presence itself, didn't help his own conclusions and suspicions as to the nature of the city. The wizard was comforting enough, and the familiarity was welcome to Sam, but there was a creeping sensation of dread to his presence. Uncertainty as to his fate, his presence and his state of being that put him at ill ease. Even if he were closer to his master, Sam suspected it would do him little good. Frodo's presence in this place alone ate at him, as did his apparent unawareness of his state - their state - in Middle-Earth. Sam had no idea what to think about anything he'd experienced in Goldvale yet; vaguely familiar, but different enough to be strange to him.
He kept his hand on his sword's handle as he filed inside of the castle; close behind Aragorn. There were dwarves with them, and another hobbit. Thorin Oakenshield and Bilbo Baggins, supposedly, with the dwarf from earlier who had claimed to be Kili. This stole the luxury of coincidence from under Sam's feet rather easily; when he'd only known of Kili the dwarf, he had eased himself slightly with the assumption that it was simple coincidence. It was hard to do the same when two very similar happenings had cropped up twice in one pub sitting. Their presence was one that made Sam uneasy. He wasn't sure on the workings of this place, nor of much else concerning it, but he was sure of what he knew. And he knew well what had happened to the three.
While he hadn't meant to feel so, Aragorn's warning smacked of a sardonic sort of humor to Sam. He'd encountered much already that he'd never seen; inside the castle and out. ]
Clear lack of things I have seen before since I come here, if I might say.
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Staying in his chosen guild was no difficult task; Gandalf was there, and he was thankful for the companionship the wizard provided him. But his worry for Frodo, for this place and for their escape was constant. Being so decisively separated from Frodo, and indeed, Gandalf's presence itself, didn't help his own conclusions and suspicions as to the nature of the city. The wizard was comforting enough, and the familiarity was welcome to Sam, but there was a creeping sensation of dread to his presence. Uncertainty as to his fate, his presence and his state of being that put him at ill ease. Even if he were closer to his master, Sam suspected it would do him little good. Frodo's presence in this place alone ate at him, as did his apparent unawareness of his state - their state - in Middle-Earth. Sam had no idea what to think about anything he'd experienced in Goldvale yet; vaguely familiar, but different enough to be strange to him.
He kept his hand on his sword's handle as he filed inside of the castle; close behind Aragorn. There were dwarves with them, and another hobbit. Thorin Oakenshield and Bilbo Baggins, supposedly, with the dwarf from earlier who had claimed to be Kili. This stole the luxury of coincidence from under Sam's feet rather easily; when he'd only known of Kili the dwarf, he had eased himself slightly with the assumption that it was simple coincidence. It was hard to do the same when two very similar happenings had cropped up twice in one pub sitting. Their presence was one that made Sam uneasy. He wasn't sure on the workings of this place, nor of much else concerning it, but he was sure of what he knew. And he knew well what had happened to the three.
While he hadn't meant to feel so, Aragorn's warning smacked of a sardonic sort of humor to Sam. He'd encountered much already that he'd never seen; inside the castle and out. ]
Clear lack of things I have seen before since I come here, if I might say.