The building was solid enough. it was the crate that Frodo worried about, for it shook and shuddered, scooting a little as the mass bumped or brushed against it, or shouldered past. Frodo could only watch as Sam fought his way through the crowd. Nothing would stop old Sam Gamgee if the hobbit had any say about it, and judging from the look on his face, there would be no stopping him.

It was a strange movement through the crowd that caught Frodo's eyes. The movement was almost too deliberate when compared to the chaos, and he found himself looking unwillingly from Sam. It was just as well as he had. There was a kedan pushing his way through the crowd, and although Frodo had a hard time telling them apart, there was no missing the murder in his eyes.

He was making his way right for Sam. he would be on top of him in only moments!

"Sam!Sam! Watch out!" he cried, pointing at the very crowd.