from the Tolkien Weekly prompt, "marshland.
That night, camped precariously on the narrow, winding path through the Dead Marshes, Samwise Gamgee wondered if even the stars feared this place.
He knew, in lands far away, that marshes cultivated countless species of animals and plants (self-sustaining worlds, not so unlike the Shire), but as Hobbits seldom troubled themselves with the outside world, he did not know what haunted the faces encased in this water.
Lying awake under an empty sky, Sam felt that a person might drown in the world's vast history. Maybe the old Gaffer was right, after all; Hobbits were not meant for great deeds.