A/N: Okay I know I usually have a hard time updating my Lord of the Rings
stories and I really shouldn't be adding another one but this idea just
came to me. You see I always felt sorry for Frodo in the end, how he went
through the worst of it and everyone else got the glory and Frodo just
faded away in the distance. (look Mom I'm babbling) well this is just a
little fic about how Frodo feels about it. See if he don't mind then I
don't feel so bad.
Home-Part 1
I don't know quite what I was expecting; too much has happened for things to go back to normal. I know it is my fault that they no longer call, it's been months since anybody but Sam has come to my door. They all think I favor my privacy and I must for I find it hard to talk.
I wish it to be like before, I wish the shire was like it always was and I wish I was simple Frodo again. With Bilbo here by my side, being the queer folks at Bag End. It seems even Merry and Pippin has forgotten about Frodo, though with their new fame I doubt it.
Sam comes over nearly everyday and he'll try and talk to me. But though I want to, though I wish to laugh and talk with him like we used to, my heart seems to have filled with darkness, for it will not let me speak of happy things. I only know sadness and the others have given up trying to talk to me as they used to.
I suppose they think I'm weak, not being able to handle the darkness of my adventures, for even Sam is seen as hero for making it through Mordor and back. The fact that Sam could move on from the Ring is perhaps the greatest proof against me. They don't know, none of them know.
Though as I sit here in my bed, all of them do deserve to be treated like heroes, for they are. They did things that most hobbits only dream of, and things that no one imagined hobbits could do, especially Sam. He deserves all the credit and praise they ever wished to give him. He saved my life more times than I care to recollect and it is only because of him that my mind and heart never strayed too far into the darkness.
But even though it's power is not among me, I feel lost as if a great piece of me was taken, as if my heart flew down into Mordor with it. Without the quest I have nothing to occupy my days, anything else I try to do seems like a waste or too small to bother with after the quest.
Bilbo reached twice my years before saying he felt too old to stay in Bag End, but I do feel it, like Gandalf I have felt too much of the darkness to remain here. I need to be somewhere new, somewhere where the quest of the Ring has not taken me.
Home-Part 1
I don't know quite what I was expecting; too much has happened for things to go back to normal. I know it is my fault that they no longer call, it's been months since anybody but Sam has come to my door. They all think I favor my privacy and I must for I find it hard to talk.
I wish it to be like before, I wish the shire was like it always was and I wish I was simple Frodo again. With Bilbo here by my side, being the queer folks at Bag End. It seems even Merry and Pippin has forgotten about Frodo, though with their new fame I doubt it.
Sam comes over nearly everyday and he'll try and talk to me. But though I want to, though I wish to laugh and talk with him like we used to, my heart seems to have filled with darkness, for it will not let me speak of happy things. I only know sadness and the others have given up trying to talk to me as they used to.
I suppose they think I'm weak, not being able to handle the darkness of my adventures, for even Sam is seen as hero for making it through Mordor and back. The fact that Sam could move on from the Ring is perhaps the greatest proof against me. They don't know, none of them know.
Though as I sit here in my bed, all of them do deserve to be treated like heroes, for they are. They did things that most hobbits only dream of, and things that no one imagined hobbits could do, especially Sam. He deserves all the credit and praise they ever wished to give him. He saved my life more times than I care to recollect and it is only because of him that my mind and heart never strayed too far into the darkness.
But even though it's power is not among me, I feel lost as if a great piece of me was taken, as if my heart flew down into Mordor with it. Without the quest I have nothing to occupy my days, anything else I try to do seems like a waste or too small to bother with after the quest.
Bilbo reached twice my years before saying he felt too old to stay in Bag End, but I do feel it, like Gandalf I have felt too much of the darkness to remain here. I need to be somewhere new, somewhere where the quest of the Ring has not taken me.