Pursued By Ravens
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, the settings...ect. (But wouldn't we all love to?) The were created by Tolkien. (Nothing you don't know...)
Drabble. Story is 100 words exactly! (Without all of this nonsense)Woohoo! (That's a first for me!) Enjoy!
Frodo knew he had little time left.
He had known not long after he had awoken in Minas Tirith, but only lately had he completely understood what his heart told him.
He was dying.
He knew it deep within his being; the weakness and pain that increased each day were only proof.
His body had endured too much abuse, his mind too much unease, his soul, so nearly lost, so much anguish…
There was only one place for him.
If he remained, he would die slowly, painfully.
He wept.
For he could not bear for Sam to suffer such pains.
End
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