Not what I expected [open]

[undroppedeaves]

Characters: Samwise Gamgee and you!
Setting: Room 2-04, then dorm halls and staircases heading down the tower
Format: Whatever you wish
Summary: Sam wakes up
Warnings:

[Room 2-04] Sam hadn't thought he would ever open his eyes again, never mind feel a soft bed under him and his first thought was that it had truly all been a dream. Except he tried to move and he couldn't. For a terrifying moment he was stuck unable to even scream.

Then it was over and he sat up, the room was different than anything he had seen before, the clothing he wore clung to him. Had they somehow been rescued? It seemed like it would be an impossible feat, yet here he was. Alive. Somehow no longer on that mountain, and it did really seem possible he had dreamed it all up. Except where was he and where was Frodo?

He looked round the room, a room made for big folk, four beds including the one he had woken up in. "Samwise Gamgee, what have you gotten yourself into this time?"

[Hallways] Later, dressed in the ragged clothes he had found in his trunk he walked the hallways. Still not quite believing that this could be real, there was so much he didn't understand. "Mister Frodo?" He called as he walked, because if he was alive. If he had been saved then surely they had saved Frodo as well.

"Mister Frodo?"

[Staircases] Sam wasn't quite ready to step out onto any of the odd places he could see around them, but carefully continued to walk downwards, wondering how far down this place could go, and what other strange things he would see. He walked carefully, stopping every now and again to shake his head in disbelief at the things he saw.

Comments

Hallways

[tohko_amano]

Once again, Tohko had gotten lost in a good book and had missed her dorm room. However, when she heard a person call out for Frodo like that, she immediately closed her book and looked at the person. She didn't quite recognize his appearance, but there was no mistaking it..by the way he refereed to Frodo, that had to be Samwise Gamgee.

Not that she would let on that she knew, of course. She sighed before replying to the newcomer.

"I believe Frodo is here..but I haven't seen him. If you want, we could look for him together..and, if you're a newcomer, I could tell you everything I know about this place. You should be happy to know that Legolas and Gandalf are here as well."

Re: Hallways

[undroppedeaves]

"He is?" Sam looked up at the girl who had approached him. "I can't tell you how glad I am to hear that."

But wait, Legolas was here too? And...

"Gandalf? Are you sure it's him?" Because Gandalf was dead, lost in Moria so long ago...

Hallways

[tohko_amano]

At that, Tohko smiled and nodded.

"It's always good when you can be reunited with a friend from your own universe here in the Tower..and trust me, Gandalf is here. I've spoken to him before, and pet Shadowfax..but he may not be the same Gandalf you remember."

[undroppedeaves]

Well Sam had heard of no Shadowfax but his mind was still stuck on the fact that Gandalf was here, when he had seen him fall.

"Not the same Gandalf I remember. Now if you don't mind me asking, what does that mean?"

[tohko_amano]

Thankfully, Tohko was prepared to explain the differences to Sam.

"It means two things. First, you may remember Gandalf with his title of Gandalf the Grey. He's..now Gandalf the White. And he might come from a different point in time than you did, so your memory may not match up with his."

Staircases

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

An elf, familiar to Sam surely, was heading upstairs from the cafeteria. His hair was cut shorter than Sam would recall but he likely wouldn't explain his reasoning. At the sight of Sam, a grin almost broke out on the princes face but he restrained himself. The tower was no place that he wanted the hobbits to be. And now there were two of them here! Frodo being worse off than he'd have wanted to think of him being.

"Careful, Samwise, where you stop. Step off the staircases and you may find more than what you can see now."

The tower had definitely changed the light-hearted elf he would remember. A year here among various torments and tortures would change anyone. Even precious Sam.

[undroppedeaves]

Sam had been told of Legolas' presence here and his face lit up when he saw the elf, a sight for sore eyes indeed. "I don't plan to! I think just seeing is enough."

It had indeed changed him, but Sam figured he had changed as well, in his journey to Mordor.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

He couldn't help but smile as the hobbit looked to him. For all that they'd done and been through, it never ceased to amaze him how strong the hobbits had been and how few they had actually lost in their journey. But now he was trapped with the rest of them in this horrid tower. It had hurt to even see Frodo come here but now Sam as well. Would Pippin and Merry suffer the same fate? Would he have to tend their graves someday as well?

"When did you arrive? Have you eaten yet?"

[undroppedeaves]

"Now... I woke up just before in that room over there." He waved his hand but was distracted by the mention of food.

"I don't even remember the last time I ate."

Staircase

[pinnaculum]

"Hello." Sephiroth was often to be found on the stairs as he patrolled the Tower, moving from floor to floor. It was the only way to make sure he didn't miss a floor. It was his duty, and he considered it important. The small child was bright-eyed and very serious as he asked, "Are you in need of assistance?"

[undroppedeaves]

"Hello." It was a child, a child of the big folk. "Can you tell me where I am?"

So sorry about the lateness

[pinnaculum]

Sephiroth nodded. That would be easy to do. "Yes. This is the Tower. We are all trapped here."

He studied this newcomer--for he must have been new--closely. He didn't look human. Sephiroth was interested in different kinds of people. He wondered what race this man belonged to. "Who are you?"

[undroppedeaves]

Trapped, well that didn't sound good at all.

"I'm Samwise Gamgee, what do they call you?"

hallways!!!

[ringbearer]

As he often did he'd wander, not trusting the strange rooms and the dangers he'd come to expect no matter what his road was. Gandalf said his road was lost to him, that Arda was gone -- but not forever. Either way he was not where he ought to be, even if it was the last place Frodo wanted to go.

From a place in the stars, a ship that flew, to a tower that had no end, no bottom -- where would he go next? When could he return to the task that had already claimed so much of his life? What would be left from these ventures already?

His will was strong, it had to be to bear what he did and yet -- he was weakening. It was in the thinness of his body, the shadows under his eyes, walking but not truly seeing, mind set on other things -- distractions he alone could hear.

Mister Frodo?

It's a voice from a dream, a voice he hadn't heard in almost a year since his coming onto the ship, to the Tower, and he blinks, thinking it's only a dream. Dear Sam, who had gone so far from him -- who could not have borne him going alone, but whose master could not bear him dying if he did. The only thing left in the world that rooted him to the earth as the burden wore him away.

Dearest, bravest of hobbits, of friends -- he could not wish him to these places anymore than he had wished him to come to Mordor. It always hurt, thinking of him. He had no right to ask him to come anywhere, to follow him at all -- but that had never stopped Sam from going anyway.

Mister Frodo?

But he hears it again, louder, clearer and there's a pause, a raising of the eyes as he looks around, comforted even by the sound of his voice, even if it's a dream.

Until he sees him. Clad in worn clothing, bewildered, turning the corner -- and he can barely breathe -- afraid to even blink should the illusion fade. To simply see Sam even if it were a dream, a waking dream, was a comfort in itself.

But he didn't disappear when he blinked. He remained, calling for him again, again -- Mister Frodo, Mister Frodo.

He's kept to wearing his old clothes, Sam's are in tatters and his heart twists tight in his chest, afraid to speak as if he would disappear instead by voice.

"..Sam." It's faint, almost whispered as Frodo looks at him, not moving, as if struck dumb. His eyes sting, and his voice almost cracks but somehow remains steady, calling to him: "Sam? Sam?"

The hobbit finds his feet are frozen to the ground, taking in the sight of his dearest companion, his closest friend, the one person in the world who would never abandon him.

His vision blurs.

"Sam."

[undroppedeaves]

Now there was a sight for sore eyes. Sam hurried towards him his face lighting up. "Now there you are mister Frodo, I thought I'd lost you, got all the way to the end and then lost you, now that wouldn't do at all."

Sam couldn't tell if he looked better or worse than when he had last seen him, it felt like only a couple of hours ago though it must have been longer for them to be taken all the way from there to here.

He isn't surprised to see Frodo though, since it was obvious in his mind that they would both be rescued.

[ringbearer]

Even in his eager run towards him, always so eager to follow, it's no illusion. No trick no matter how much his eyes are blurring. Frodo wonders if it's another fit of madness brought on by the Ring but it isn't.

What words are spoken by his Sam can be questioned later, he hears nothing. He sees only Sam, who without him he would not even be standing. Hesitantly his hands close over his shoulders, almost trembling. How long had it been since he'd seen him? Long, far too long.

It's sudden, but Frodo steps forward, throwing his arms tightly around him, tears spilling from his eyes.

"Sam -- my dear Sam." He can barely get the words out, tired arms finding their strength as the Ringbearer, Frodo, takes in the warmth of the greatest embodiment of good still left in his life.

And feels he might weep.

[undroppedeaves]

"Mister Frodo..." Sam was instantly worried. "Don't cry mister Frodo, we're safe, we did it." Even if this place was strange, they had succeeded. They could find a way back from here couldn't they.

"This sure is an odd place though."

Hallways

[sonof_thrain]

Thorin was in the hallways of the Tower after venturing out of his room. Or cell. He still didn't know where he was or what he was doing here. Just wearing his white trousers he awoke in, he stepped across the hallway with his sword drawn. He had taken Orcrist from his trunk before venturing out.

He didn't have time to don his armour as he wanted to find out what was going on. He was angry. He sighed. What was going on? He would find who was responsible for this. Trying to wrench the collar from his neck had proved useless.

He stared as he noticed the small creature in front of him. A hobbit? What was he doing here?

"Are you lost, hobbit?"

hi!

[undroppedeaves]

Sam blinked up at the dwarf, surprised to see him, everyone else he had seen in the hallways had been men so far. "Aye a little bit, do you know where we are?"

Re: Hey, Sam!

[sonof_thrain]

"Nay, I cannot give you an answer for that. I know not where we are, hobbit. Have you only just arrived also?" Thorin looked down the corridor behind the hobbit and frowned. Where on earth were they? It seemed he was not the only creature from Middle-Earth abducted.

[undroppedeaves]

"Just woke up, fair odd it was." He looked around, "Never been seeing anything like this."

2-04

[alephbet]

[One of those big folk was stretching out his arms after waking up.] -oh. You're new to the tower, aren't you?

[undroppedeaves]

[Sam turned at the voice to see one of the big folk.] Aye, though I don't know where I am, a tower you say?

[Towers were never good things, in his small experience.]

[alephbet]

A tower named Animus. I'm afraid it's a terrible place to be trapped in, and I'm sorry.

[undroppedeaves]

A tower? [Sam didn't like the sound of that, the man's tone was worrying.]