Hey everyone. This is my first story on my new name. I hope you like it.
Disclamer- I dont own ANY of these characters. Never have, never will.
Notes- Im guessing the format wont come out perfectly, and Im sorry about the spelling.
Summary- Side converstations and other things that arent in the book and movie (my ideas). Not in the order of the book. Different POVs, please review!!!
Characters-Fellowship
Another note- The chapters are short, but I will post quickly. PLEASE review. I dont mind flams or anything. I think its good, thats my opinon.
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Thoughts
Hell.
So this is what it feels like. Burning ash, fire, smoke, fumes. And in my mind, no one to save me, help me. A simple band of gold, tearing at my mind. Sam. Yes, he is here. But not in spirt. Physically, he helps me move, to keep going, but this battle in my mind is all-consuming. And no one can save me from it.
"Is there any water left, Sam," I croak. My lips are chapped and throat dry.
"Yes, only a little though, sir. Here, take the whole lot," Sam says.
We are hiding away in a crevasse in the rock, miles from Mt. Doom. The weight of the ring is heavy and always on my mind. I want to argue with Sam, and tell him to have some water to himself. But my lips only open. Sam guides the water to mouth. I drink. I close my mouth, and save a little. Sam pulls the bottle back, and shakes it.
"Mt. Frodo, there is some still here. Have it,"
I shake my head in refusal, and keep my mouth shut. Sam has the bottle close to my face. Still stubborn as ever, I shake my head slightly. Pain suddenly sears through my head, as though I had been shaking it for hours. My left hand goes to my forehead and I close my eyes. I soon feel another hand atop mine.
"Are you alright, Mr. Frodo. Here, you need the water. Lay back,"
Sam guides me to lay back. There is something soft under my head. His elven cloak, most likely. My lips are still closed and my heads pain dulls a little. I do not open my eyes. I can tell Sam is staring at me, bottle still in his hand.
"Please Mr. Frodo, drink," Sam pleads with me. My lips do not part.
There is silence. I open my eyes slightly and see Sam drinking thirstily the rest of the water. I smile. He puts the bottle down and looks at me, blushing.
"I..im..im sorry, sir. Sir? Sir, why are you smiling," Sam asks, confused with a grin on his face.
"Im, glad, Sam. Glad you drank it. Now take some sleep. We haven't heard Gollum in a while. Let us both take some rest," I say, slowly. Sam smiles and nods and agreement.
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Hope you like it. I will post shortly, I know its a tiny chapter. They will all be. REVIEW! please!!!
~Meg
Disclamer- I dont own ANY of these characters. Never have, never will.
Notes- Im guessing the format wont come out perfectly, and Im sorry about the spelling.
Summary- Side converstations and other things that arent in the book and movie (my ideas). Not in the order of the book. Different POVs, please review!!!
Characters-Fellowship
Another note- The chapters are short, but I will post quickly. PLEASE review. I dont mind flams or anything. I think its good, thats my opinon.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thoughts
Hell.
So this is what it feels like. Burning ash, fire, smoke, fumes. And in my mind, no one to save me, help me. A simple band of gold, tearing at my mind. Sam. Yes, he is here. But not in spirt. Physically, he helps me move, to keep going, but this battle in my mind is all-consuming. And no one can save me from it.
"Is there any water left, Sam," I croak. My lips are chapped and throat dry.
"Yes, only a little though, sir. Here, take the whole lot," Sam says.
We are hiding away in a crevasse in the rock, miles from Mt. Doom. The weight of the ring is heavy and always on my mind. I want to argue with Sam, and tell him to have some water to himself. But my lips only open. Sam guides the water to mouth. I drink. I close my mouth, and save a little. Sam pulls the bottle back, and shakes it.
"Mt. Frodo, there is some still here. Have it,"
I shake my head in refusal, and keep my mouth shut. Sam has the bottle close to my face. Still stubborn as ever, I shake my head slightly. Pain suddenly sears through my head, as though I had been shaking it for hours. My left hand goes to my forehead and I close my eyes. I soon feel another hand atop mine.
"Are you alright, Mr. Frodo. Here, you need the water. Lay back,"
Sam guides me to lay back. There is something soft under my head. His elven cloak, most likely. My lips are still closed and my heads pain dulls a little. I do not open my eyes. I can tell Sam is staring at me, bottle still in his hand.
"Please Mr. Frodo, drink," Sam pleads with me. My lips do not part.
There is silence. I open my eyes slightly and see Sam drinking thirstily the rest of the water. I smile. He puts the bottle down and looks at me, blushing.
"I..im..im sorry, sir. Sir? Sir, why are you smiling," Sam asks, confused with a grin on his face.
"Im, glad, Sam. Glad you drank it. Now take some sleep. We haven't heard Gollum in a while. Let us both take some rest," I say, slowly. Sam smiles and nods and agreement.
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Hope you like it. I will post shortly, I know its a tiny chapter. They will all be. REVIEW! please!!!
~Meg