The Story of the True Hearted Easterling's Obsession
Frodo and Sam hid beneath the Elven cloak, as the armed warriors approached. Loose gravel crunched within mere feet of their position. Time seemed frozen, but then the Easterlings moved away.
As Frodo whisked off the cloak, reaching down to pull Sam free of the rocky debris, a figure leaped from behind a rock to grab him!
"Ah-ha! I've got you at last!" a feminine voice exclaimed with glee.
Frodo was squeezed by arms hugging him so tightly, he couldn't speak. Fortunately, his mithril vest protected him from the sharp, pointy armor.
"Please don't worry. I'm True Hearted Easterling. And you're mine all mine! The real Frodo to complete my collection! Now--how to get you to fit into my pocket?"
"Mmf!" Frodo mumbled, locked in a tight bear hug.
Sam's pan impacted with the back end of the Easterling. "Let him go, you villain!"
"Aaah!" cried the Easterling, stumbling back a step to trip into the stout hobbit.
Then Gollum leaped onto the Easterling, sticking his face to the fierce helmet. A flash of overlarge pale blue eyes filled the Easterling's view. "MINE! My precioussss!" the creature wailed and pushing off the
Easterling, pulled at Frodo.
"Aaiiieeee!" cried Frodo, momentarily caught in a tug-of-war.
"Nooo!" howled the Easterling, falling backwards, losing her grip on *her* precious.
There was a confused tangle of bodies and cloaks. But by the time the Easterling regained her footing, there was no sign of her beloved hobbit . . . . and so, to this day, the True Hearted Easterling still seeks for Frodo.