3. Paradise Lost
Trudging up the mountainside, sunshine beating down on them, Sam chanced a glance behind them. None followed. Glancing at his companion, he frowned.
"Mister Frodo, we'd best rest a bit."
"No, Sam. We must keep on." Frodo's face showed the strain he was under. "The geas placed upon me pushes me. I cannot fight it. Sauron's pull ill affords any dalliances."
"If we keep to this pace, we will wear out before we reach our destination. Later, there will be no time. Later, there will be only death and darkness."
Sam turned away, knowing his plea fell on deaf ears.
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