Author's Note: New splurge of ideas. Although, it doesn't seem to fit anywhere else in with my other fanfics that need to be finished. *sighs* I WILL finish them SOMETIME, though…sorry to keep you all waiting. Seriously. Here's my LOTR's novel. Well…the prologue anywho. Yes, this part is mainly things pointed out in the book series, but don't worry the creativity is coming. ^__~
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"Why is it…that I must carry this burden?" Tears brimmed from the edges of the chosen's hobbit's blue eyes, as he stared into the homely, caring face of his best friend, Samwise.
Sam paused, biting his lip trying to choose his words carefully. He knew that it was his duty to watch over Frodo, as said by the kindly wizard Gandalf when they began their journey, which had taken them all over the world. Ripped away from their quiet, peaceful lives in the Shire, the two hobbits, later accompanied by Merry and Pippin, another pair of hobbits, quite different from the first two.
"Don't you worry, Mister Frodo, I'm here and I promise to keep a eye on you." Putting a gentle hand to Frodo's slumping shoulder, Sam made to duck beneath the other's arm and wrapped it around his neck supporting half of Frodo's weight in order to help him walk.
A thin smile played across Frodo's pallid, frail face as he greatly took to leaning on to the extra help. "Thank you, Sam…" However, behind the smile remained the urges to raise the one ring again to his finger…
He wanted to disappear. Why was it he who was chosen to set this course of destiny in place? He, Frodo Baggins of the Shire. But to give into the power of the ring, was quite like handing it to Sauron himself. And Frodo knew, that that was not what he wanted; the destruction of Middle-earth.
Eyeing Frodo from the corner of his eye, as he walked slowly, meeting his friend's dragging pace, Sam tried to change the tense mood. "Just think, Mister Frodo…if you give the ring to Aragorn then we can just as easily take Merry and Pippin as well as ourselves back to the homely Shire---"
"No Sam!" The abruptness of Frodo's cold-toned voice caused Sam to freeze in total incomprehension. "Aragorn will not accept the ring…nor will any other of the living fellowship…" Immediately, his thoughts flashed to when Gandalf so unselfishly sacrificed himself for their well-being. A sickly feeling began to twist his insides, causing him to grab his chest with a lurch.
Grabbing the green fabric of the traveling cloak, Sam caught Frodo holding him close to himself. "Frodo! You cannot go on like this, you'll kill yourself!"
Slowly, Frodo looked up at Sam, his face as white as a sheet, covered in perspiration. Sam gasped. He knew that expression…it was the same expression Frodo had when he had been stabbed by the Ringwraith's blade.
"Sam…" His voice was mellow, as a sense of elderly knowledge passed through his tongue, "When I took the ring back at the meeting of the Fellowship…I swore my life to it. Gladriel herself said that only I am the one who can complete this task…so should I die upon this journey...it was to be…"
The other hobbit watched Frodo's head lower slowly, and felt his body become limp upon his shoulder. "Mister Frodo?" his voice quavered. "Mister Frodo?!" As his eyes grew to twice their normal size, Sam hugged his friend to his chest tightly only hoping that the others were near. "Someone, help! Somebody! Anybody!"
Tears were freely falling down his rounded cheeks as he gently shook Frodo's limp body. "No…you can't leave me, Mister Frodo! Don't do this to me!"