Note from author
This is my first ever LOTR fanfic. Please review and tell me pros and cons. (Hopefully more pros than cons) Before I let you continue, HEY YOU! Don't think you can ignore this! I'm the author, you know. Disclaimer: I own the plot. I don't care if there are other "sequels" that other people made for The Lord of The Rings. I made this up all by my lonesome. I even have my own distinct, un-Tolkienish writing style. (Rather, say mine takes a more humorous personality) Fine, skip this if you will. But I will not have any suing, capiche? Continuing on.
If you are reading this, I will assume that you have read The Lord Of The Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien. However, if you have not, I suggest you ought to at least become familiar with some of the people, places, and things. In other words, go read the books. Or at least see the movies. The publisher split the book into three separate ones, The Fellowship of the Ring, The Two Towers, and The Return of The King. I myself enjoyed the books and the movies that have come out so far. I decided to write this story for several reasons. I always wondered if Sam came to the Undying Lands. I also wondered whether anything happens after they head out west. The history or a prequel I need not write, since the appendixes cover that information, though some of it relates to The Silmarillion. But for an experiment, I decided to write something that is sort of a sequel to The Lord of The Rings. Although I am not exactly sure this is what J. R. R. Tolkien would have wanted (as I added a few of my own touches, which makes it less boring than The Lord of The Rings.) Not that it was horrible or anything, it's just a little bit tedious in the beginning. Mind, just a teeny-weeny bit. (VERY teeny)
Why Passing Into the Undying Lands was a bad idea
An evil sorcerer is trying to kill me. I also discover he wants to perform a diabolical takeover. The Elves determine that I'm a menace to peace and debate to kick me out. My name is Frodo Baggins. My uncle is the notorious Bilbo Baggins, the one who started the mess (despite what Gandalf or Mithrander claims) They come to the conclusion that the Ring was remade My gardener keeps begging to be allowed to visit. The Elves get cranky and grant him permission. He immediately fusses over me.10. Undying is a SERIOUS exaggeration. (First hand experience.)
Introduction (or more like pre events)
The Return of the King
(the last part) ends when at last Sauron is defeated and the Shire is scoured from Saruman germs. (GASP! Maybe you haven't read the books yet! Eeek! What have I done?!) Oh well, too bad, so I ruined the books for you. Maybe you'll see the movies) As for you who have read The Lord of The Rings know, Arwen Undomiel or the Evenstar gave her immortality to a certain Frodo Baggins and his Uncle Bilbo. In her stead the two Bagginses headed with the Shipwright Cirdan and the rest of the Elves out west to The Undying Lands. From there, the rest is history.October 6, 1422
Well here I am, Frodo Baggins of the Shire, the Ring Bearer with nine fingers because Gollum (Smeagol) bit off the middle one. And let me tell you, the Undying Lands aren't as great as they all make it out to be. Before you all exclaim, "Omigod, it's Mister Baggins! I want his autograph!" I need to tell you that I'm not really all that. Sure, I brought the one Ring to Mordor, but really, my gardener Sam took over when I got captured. And it was Gol- sorry, Smeagol, who destroyed the ring, though it took his own life.
As some of you think, Sam is a wimp, but I like him. Seriously. He's just easier to take in smaller doses. After all, he did care for me when I was sick. Anyway, as soon as the Elves let him. He whisked Rose, Elanor, himself and company out west. "Mr. Frodo, sir, let your Sam take care of you," he cried, nearly knocking me over. For crying out loud! Jeez, you can understand my predicament. And as I shoved him off, saying "Oh, come on Sam, please, I'm fine, my shoulder just hurts.
"Oh, Mister Frodo, it's October 6, just like that fateful day at Weathertop four years ago." Sam started fussing over my arm.
Wrenching my arm from his grasp, I said, "For the final time, Sam, I AM FINE!" I started to holler, blasting out a couple eardrums.
"Is this how you treat old friends?" a familiar voice bellowed.
"G-G-G-Gandalf?!?" I was shocked. "Gimli, Legolas, Merry, Pippin, Arwen, Str- I mean Aragorn????? What are you doing here?"
"Giving you moral support, of course, old chap. You can just wonder how Legolas managed to convince old Elrond to let me come here. Galadriel helped, of course." Gimli replied, pretending to maintain his dwarf reputation by being as gruff as possible. Pippin clapped my shoulder.
"Blimey, Frodo. I'd expect you to know, as YOU are the subject of the Council's meeting." Pippin said, clearly shocked that I was baffled.
"Council?" I was utterly flummoxed. "What are you hinting at?'
"Frodo, my dear lad," Bilbo said, waking up from his slumber, "the elves are holding a council for your sake. There has been some question about who was aiding Sauron's attacks. Seems like a sorcerer called Morgoth, and he seems to be rebuilding his world of shadow. Ah, Dunedan, there you are. I need you to help me with this poem."
I gulped, ignoring the comment to Aragorn. "So what are we waiting for?" I asked with a false sense of bravado. "No worry, I mean, it won't affect us."
"On the contrary, Frodo it will affect us very much." Gandalf heaved a sigh.
"Say what?"
"You will find out at the meeting."
