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Beads of sweat popped out on Frodo’s forehead. With a fierce look of concentration, he bent to his task.
“Relax,” Sam said soothingly. “You can do this, Frodo.”
“Oh Sam, I’m having second thoughts.” Frodo bit his lip. “Maybe you should do it instead as you usually do.” He pulled back.
“Nay, it’s time you learned how. It ain’t that hard.”
“It’s going to hurt, I know it.”
“Frodo.”
“Oh, very well. Here goes.”
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“I did it! Oh Sam, I did it.”
“So you did. One down, seventeen to go and Huan’s nails will all be trimmed.”
Frodo moaned.
~end~