This is my first drama,so please bare with me.The endin is some what irritating.Worth reading still.
DISCLAIMER:Look,I don't own Lord of the Rings.Not one thing.
Note:This is a story of what the ring might corrupt Frodo into doing.I think the ring was evil in more
ways than was described.Hopefully you will enjoy.
This is a creation of my own mind.I apologize if anyone has something similar.
Warm Blood on a Cold Blade.
Frodo and Sam's relation ship had grown on their journey.It turned from master/servant to and unexplainable
bond.Sam had Followed Frodo this far from the Shire and he was determined to see him through till the end.
"Till the end,"Sam chuckled softly to himself as they sat down for the days rest.Traveling nights and sleeping
days wasn't easy.Especially when the wretched creature Gollum was their guide.It wasn't long until the lankey
Gollum wandered off on his own like usual.
Frodo and Sam sat down by each other under a tree watching the sunrise.As they sat they munched on a
few wafers of lembas.The Elven food was good,but everyday it became less satisfying.
"Reck`on the sun'll shine all day,sir,"said Sam.Frodo did not answer.Sam just ignored this and went on with the
conversation."Yep.It'll be soon we get to Mordor.Hope we have enough food to last."
"Sam,"began Frodo,"I do not fell we'll need food to last on the journey back.Eat your fill.Saving the lembas is a
useless sacrifice."
"You can think what you like Mr.Frodo.I just want to be sure.Just in case.Have a little hope."
"Hope?Pah!"Frodo spattIt was very unlike him.At this point all hope in him was lost."Sam,you are a fool for
following me.I wish you wouldn't have come."
"Oh sir,stop torturing yourself.I came willingly and I plan to stay with you till the end."
Frodo said nothing in response.He sat there with a solemn look on his face.Sam eased himself closer to his master
and tried to put a little hope back in his heart.
"Rembember when we first set out from the Shire sir,and I saw the Elves?"Frodo still made no response.
"You know sir,I.....I would die for you.I-I would.I swear upon my life I would."
This remark angered Frodo.He stood and unsheated Sting.He held it threateningly against Sam's throat.
"Die for me Sam!Die for me!Can you not prove your vow?"
Tears emerged from Sam's eyes.What was causing his master so much pain and anger?
"I can not,sir,"he said with a wimper.
"Do not promise yourself to me Sam.You will surely die.That is something I can not bear to imagine."
Sam lowered his head,but was only to harshly raised by the cold,icy blade of Sting.Frodo looked hard at him.Deep
his stare went.Those few moments seemed to last forever.At last Frodo's stare was broken by tears welling up in his
eyes.He removed the Elven blade from Sam's neck.The servant let out a sigh of relief.
"I must apologize Sam.I wish I wasn't stuck with this accursed Ring."He waved his sword in the air,muttering challenges
to himself.His back was turned to Sam.
"Mr.Frodo do not fear.Your dear Sam is here to protect you from the evils.I will do whatever you wish."Sam stood.He
walked to Frodo and slowly put a trembling hand on his master's shoulder.
Frodo,surprised,quickly turned around flinging his sword in the air.Sam fell to the ground grasping his left arm.Blood
covered his sleeve.
"Sam!Sam are you alright!I am terribly sorry!"
Frodo dropped the sword,which was covered in Sam's blood.He ran and kneeled by his servant.Rolling up Sam's
sleeve he observed a huge cut.As he looked at wound he wept.Was the Ring behind this devilry?Or was this a true
self reflection of Frodo himself?
Whatever the reason he had no time to worry about matters like that now.Frodo took his Elven cloak and ripped it.
Taking a piece of the cloak he wrapped it around Sam's arm tightly.
"Oh Sam,please forgive me.I am so confused.All you ever want is to make me feel comfortable."Frodo tried to give
the best smile he could manage.His lips quivered while his body trembled.
"All is forgiven,sir."Sam replied in a weak voice.
Frodo took what was left of his cloak and folded as a pillow.He gently lfted Sam's head and stuck the cloak under it.
As he kneeled over his faithful servant,he could hear Sam's breath get heavier and heavier.
"Sam,you must rest,"said Frodo,"Everything will be alright."
"Maybe,sir,but will you be alright?"
Frodo wiped tears fom hi face."You are to loyal Sam.How can you not care that I almost killed you?"
"I know you all to well Mr.Frodo.It had to be that Ring.The Ring is the source of all your fears and worries."with that Sam
fell right to sleep.Frodo kneeled down and kissed his companion's brow.Then he rose and walked to his blood cloven
sword.He picked it up to wipe it on the grass,but he was stopped.Was the Ring behind such evil?Is this evil only brought
forth by one's heart?
The hobbit held the sword close to his face.The stench of Sam's blood filled his nose.Maybe..........maybe I could just have
a little taste,thought Frodo.His tongue touched the sword blade and quickly drew back.
"Uck!"Frodo said in disgust as he spat on the ground.That was awful.Yet he found himself wanting another taste.Once
again he gently licked the sword blade.
This time the blood tasted much sweeter.Every sample he got always tated better than the last.He gave himself taste
after tast until he realiized the sword was clean from blood.
Sam stirred in his sleep his sleep.Frodo placed Sting back in its' sheath.He walked over to his friend for comfort.
"Aaaaahhhhh!Mr.Frodo are you okay!Did you get hurt?"Asked Sam who was quite concerned.Frodo didn't have the
faintest idea of what Sam was talking about.
"Your mouth!Your Mouth!"Sam started to rise from the ground,but Frodo eased him down.
"It is okay Sam.I'm okay,"Frodo said wiping his mouth.Now he realized why Sam was afraid.Blood from Sting was around his mouth.
"Look,see I'm alright."
Sam was relieved but still curious.
"Where did that blood come from,sir?"
Frodo turned away from Sam.He shut his eyes in shame."It's.....it is your blood Sam."The wounded hoobit's eyes widened.
"Sir,you are not serious are you?Are you?...........Do you mean that you drank my blood?"Frodo nodded.
"I fear this Ring.We must hurry to Mordor.Sam,An un explainable change is happening inside my body.
Strange thoughts come to me.Tasting your blood was the thing I most regret.It could be the end of you or me."
DISCLAIMER:Look,I don't own Lord of the Rings.Not one thing.
Note:This is a story of what the ring might corrupt Frodo into doing.I think the ring was evil in more
ways than was described.Hopefully you will enjoy.
This is a creation of my own mind.I apologize if anyone has something similar.
Warm Blood on a Cold Blade.
Frodo and Sam's relation ship had grown on their journey.It turned from master/servant to and unexplainable
bond.Sam had Followed Frodo this far from the Shire and he was determined to see him through till the end.
"Till the end,"Sam chuckled softly to himself as they sat down for the days rest.Traveling nights and sleeping
days wasn't easy.Especially when the wretched creature Gollum was their guide.It wasn't long until the lankey
Gollum wandered off on his own like usual.
Frodo and Sam sat down by each other under a tree watching the sunrise.As they sat they munched on a
few wafers of lembas.The Elven food was good,but everyday it became less satisfying.
"Reck`on the sun'll shine all day,sir,"said Sam.Frodo did not answer.Sam just ignored this and went on with the
conversation."Yep.It'll be soon we get to Mordor.Hope we have enough food to last."
"Sam,"began Frodo,"I do not fell we'll need food to last on the journey back.Eat your fill.Saving the lembas is a
useless sacrifice."
"You can think what you like Mr.Frodo.I just want to be sure.Just in case.Have a little hope."
"Hope?Pah!"Frodo spattIt was very unlike him.At this point all hope in him was lost."Sam,you are a fool for
following me.I wish you wouldn't have come."
"Oh sir,stop torturing yourself.I came willingly and I plan to stay with you till the end."
Frodo said nothing in response.He sat there with a solemn look on his face.Sam eased himself closer to his master
and tried to put a little hope back in his heart.
"Rembember when we first set out from the Shire sir,and I saw the Elves?"Frodo still made no response.
"You know sir,I.....I would die for you.I-I would.I swear upon my life I would."
This remark angered Frodo.He stood and unsheated Sting.He held it threateningly against Sam's throat.
"Die for me Sam!Die for me!Can you not prove your vow?"
Tears emerged from Sam's eyes.What was causing his master so much pain and anger?
"I can not,sir,"he said with a wimper.
"Do not promise yourself to me Sam.You will surely die.That is something I can not bear to imagine."
Sam lowered his head,but was only to harshly raised by the cold,icy blade of Sting.Frodo looked hard at him.Deep
his stare went.Those few moments seemed to last forever.At last Frodo's stare was broken by tears welling up in his
eyes.He removed the Elven blade from Sam's neck.The servant let out a sigh of relief.
"I must apologize Sam.I wish I wasn't stuck with this accursed Ring."He waved his sword in the air,muttering challenges
to himself.His back was turned to Sam.
"Mr.Frodo do not fear.Your dear Sam is here to protect you from the evils.I will do whatever you wish."Sam stood.He
walked to Frodo and slowly put a trembling hand on his master's shoulder.
Frodo,surprised,quickly turned around flinging his sword in the air.Sam fell to the ground grasping his left arm.Blood
covered his sleeve.
"Sam!Sam are you alright!I am terribly sorry!"
Frodo dropped the sword,which was covered in Sam's blood.He ran and kneeled by his servant.Rolling up Sam's
sleeve he observed a huge cut.As he looked at wound he wept.Was the Ring behind this devilry?Or was this a true
self reflection of Frodo himself?
Whatever the reason he had no time to worry about matters like that now.Frodo took his Elven cloak and ripped it.
Taking a piece of the cloak he wrapped it around Sam's arm tightly.
"Oh Sam,please forgive me.I am so confused.All you ever want is to make me feel comfortable."Frodo tried to give
the best smile he could manage.His lips quivered while his body trembled.
"All is forgiven,sir."Sam replied in a weak voice.
Frodo took what was left of his cloak and folded as a pillow.He gently lfted Sam's head and stuck the cloak under it.
As he kneeled over his faithful servant,he could hear Sam's breath get heavier and heavier.
"Sam,you must rest,"said Frodo,"Everything will be alright."
"Maybe,sir,but will you be alright?"
Frodo wiped tears fom hi face."You are to loyal Sam.How can you not care that I almost killed you?"
"I know you all to well Mr.Frodo.It had to be that Ring.The Ring is the source of all your fears and worries."with that Sam
fell right to sleep.Frodo kneeled down and kissed his companion's brow.Then he rose and walked to his blood cloven
sword.He picked it up to wipe it on the grass,but he was stopped.Was the Ring behind such evil?Is this evil only brought
forth by one's heart?
The hobbit held the sword close to his face.The stench of Sam's blood filled his nose.Maybe..........maybe I could just have
a little taste,thought Frodo.His tongue touched the sword blade and quickly drew back.
"Uck!"Frodo said in disgust as he spat on the ground.That was awful.Yet he found himself wanting another taste.Once
again he gently licked the sword blade.
This time the blood tasted much sweeter.Every sample he got always tated better than the last.He gave himself taste
after tast until he realiized the sword was clean from blood.
Sam stirred in his sleep his sleep.Frodo placed Sting back in its' sheath.He walked over to his friend for comfort.
"Aaaaahhhhh!Mr.Frodo are you okay!Did you get hurt?"Asked Sam who was quite concerned.Frodo didn't have the
faintest idea of what Sam was talking about.
"Your mouth!Your Mouth!"Sam started to rise from the ground,but Frodo eased him down.
"It is okay Sam.I'm okay,"Frodo said wiping his mouth.Now he realized why Sam was afraid.Blood from Sting was around his mouth.
"Look,see I'm alright."
Sam was relieved but still curious.
"Where did that blood come from,sir?"
Frodo turned away from Sam.He shut his eyes in shame."It's.....it is your blood Sam."The wounded hoobit's eyes widened.
"Sir,you are not serious are you?Are you?...........Do you mean that you drank my blood?"Frodo nodded.
"I fear this Ring.We must hurry to Mordor.Sam,An un explainable change is happening inside my body.
Strange thoughts come to me.Tasting your blood was the thing I most regret.It could be the end of you or me."