the necklace-part 5
Frodo was still standing there with is mouth open when Sam, Merry and Pippin approached him.
"Frodo, why don't you just give in? Soon there will be no one to help you. The fact reamins that Sordoraman will rule Middle-Earth...if you are going to stop us, you'll have to do it yourself." Pippin said with a hint of cockiness.
"Sordoraman? Who is he?" Frodo asked cautiously.
"Oh, just another villian, related to...Sauron." Merry jeered, adding a note of enthusiasim at the last word. Frodo stepped back and choked.
"Sa-Sauron? He can't be! All of Sauron's realatives are dead!" Frodo stammered. He turned and fled out of the clearing back down to Bag End, in hope of finding Gandalf there. Frodo reached his hobbit-hole, out of breath and fearing what might be inside. Frodo turned the door knob and breathed a sigh of relief. Gandalf was there. Frodo closed his eyes and lent against the door. He opened them again and screamed with terror. Gandalf was there of course, the fact was the condition he was in. Gandalf was on the floor surronded by a giant ball of fire. Obviously Gandalf was confronted by the evil and tried to hold it off. Sordoraman's power was too strong but could not make Gandalf come over to their side. Gandalf, refusing to be overcome, was imprisoned by the power. Frodo moved towards the ball and was imedietly zapped back. He looked at his hand where a burn glistened. He ran into the kitchen where Bilbo stood, a necklace around his neck.
"Young Pippin gave me a message...a message for you to be destroyed!" Bilbo cackled, a sword in his hand. He lunged at Frodo and missed. Frodo ran to the door and swung it shut. The Sword rebounded from the door and struck Bilbo down. Frodo looked inside the door and saw the old hobbit laying on the floor, the sword in his breast. Frodo clapped his hand to his mouth and tears fell down his face. He had killed his cousin.
Frodo was still standing there with is mouth open when Sam, Merry and Pippin approached him.
"Frodo, why don't you just give in? Soon there will be no one to help you. The fact reamins that Sordoraman will rule Middle-Earth...if you are going to stop us, you'll have to do it yourself." Pippin said with a hint of cockiness.
"Sordoraman? Who is he?" Frodo asked cautiously.
"Oh, just another villian, related to...Sauron." Merry jeered, adding a note of enthusiasim at the last word. Frodo stepped back and choked.
"Sa-Sauron? He can't be! All of Sauron's realatives are dead!" Frodo stammered. He turned and fled out of the clearing back down to Bag End, in hope of finding Gandalf there. Frodo reached his hobbit-hole, out of breath and fearing what might be inside. Frodo turned the door knob and breathed a sigh of relief. Gandalf was there. Frodo closed his eyes and lent against the door. He opened them again and screamed with terror. Gandalf was there of course, the fact was the condition he was in. Gandalf was on the floor surronded by a giant ball of fire. Obviously Gandalf was confronted by the evil and tried to hold it off. Sordoraman's power was too strong but could not make Gandalf come over to their side. Gandalf, refusing to be overcome, was imprisoned by the power. Frodo moved towards the ball and was imedietly zapped back. He looked at his hand where a burn glistened. He ran into the kitchen where Bilbo stood, a necklace around his neck.
"Young Pippin gave me a message...a message for you to be destroyed!" Bilbo cackled, a sword in his hand. He lunged at Frodo and missed. Frodo ran to the door and swung it shut. The Sword rebounded from the door and struck Bilbo down. Frodo looked inside the door and saw the old hobbit laying on the floor, the sword in his breast. Frodo clapped his hand to his mouth and tears fell down his face. He had killed his cousin.