Warnings: a bit smelly
Disclaimer: Not my hobbit, he belongs to his creator JRRT
Written in the doctor's waiting room this afternoon! For the proof challenge.
Sam was almost certain that he had seen what he thought he’d seen, but then things had happened so quickly… His mind was becoming very muddled.
Frodo was more concerned with trying to convince their captors to release them, but Sam was sure that wasn’t going to happen in a hurry.
He just couldn’t forget what he’d seen. Or thought he’d seen. What he might have seen.
Did he imagine it all?
But when he found himself up to his knees in a large, steaming pile of fresh oliphaunt dung, Sam knew that his eyes hadn’t deceived him after all.