[ It takes another few seconds for his mind to catch up with what's happening. First, his eyes flicker down to the other wall where his sword rests. Then, as he looks back up, the actual words John said slowly sink in. His thoughts race, piecing things together as quickly as they can. He's been mysteriously transported from the marshes he's supposed to be in to a place that's colder than anything he's ever experienced, and this town looks unlike anything he's seen. Even before that, his life had taken a fantastical turn that he could never have predicted, with rings of power and flaming demons and magic he had no idea Gandalf could conjure.
What Bilbo told him echoes in his mind again. 'It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door.' If only he could have anticipated just how truthful that was.
John's thoughts are correct, of course. If this were a ravenous beast, he'd be dead by now. That knowledge, mostly subconscious as it is, is what finally brings Frodo to take a deep breath and close his eyes to calm his racing heart. ]
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What Bilbo told him echoes in his mind again. 'It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door.' If only he could have anticipated just how truthful that was.
John's thoughts are correct, of course. If this were a ravenous beast, he'd be dead by now. That knowledge, mostly subconscious as it is, is what finally brings Frodo to take a deep breath and close his eyes to calm his racing heart. ]
No. You do not need to wait.