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From The Tower of Cirith Ungol
Frodo's PoV.
CRASH!!
My eyes popped open, and I tried to sit up, except, I couldn't. My hands were bound behind my back, stopping me from getting any further. There was a sharp stinging sensation in the back of my neck, which was probably helping to cloud my memory.
I had no clue as to where I was, and what the crash was from that had awoken me. But as I listened closely, and I could here growling and snarls in some room underneath the floor, and I wagered they were Orcs... Orcs! Oh, no... now my memory comes flooding back into my head! I should of never sent Sam away! He was right about Gollum, that foul creature. I wish that I had never trusted that rat... that Slinker!
Argh! I can't sit up, and my blurry eyesight is clearing, though I am truly afraid to see my surroundings. I lift my head slightly, and I see...well, there really is nothing to see. It's dark, and it stank of death. The din from below was getting less rowdy, and I hoped that it was either dying down or moving away from me. I could see what seemed to be a trap door, where what I think was the top of a ladder stuck up through it. I closed my eyes again, hoping that this was just a dream, that when I'd open them again, I'd be safe in bed, at Bag End.
My eyes fluttered open again, though, when I felt a draft against my back. I looked down at myself, to find myself robbed. Oh, no. The Orcs and Uruks below must of stolen all of my belongings! My shirt was gone, as was my mithril coat that Bilbo gave to me, and Sting, and...
The Ring!
They took the Ring! I closed my eyes as I felt tears well up in them, but I did not allow them to shed. The Ring is gone. The Enemy has It, and It will soon make Its' way to Sauron. No matter what the others did, Middle Earth would not be saved from eternal darkness, and it was all my fault. Aragorn would not become king, the Shire will be destroyed, and all of the lands will succumb to evil.
Suddenly, there was another crash, and then a yell. I opened my eyes, hoping not to see another bunch of Orcs. But the yell did not belong to one of those tortured creatures.
"That's for Frodo!" yelled the voice, and there was the thud of a body falling down what sounded like steps. "That's for the Shire!" Another thud. "And that's for my Gaffer!" But my savior didn't come- an Orc did. "Stop your squirming, you rat!" it said, drawing it's sword. "I'm gonna bleed you like a stuck pig!" There was a snort, and then a voice said "Not if I stick you first!" The Orc took a sharp breath; his face twisted into a confused look, and looked down at his abdomen. A sharp, shining, blue-colored blade had pierced his back and was poking through his stomach. As the blade was pulled back out of his body, the creature collapsed to the ground.
The owner of the voice was uncovered, and I could hardly believe my eyes. "Sam!" he rushed over to me and bent down, helping me sit up. "Oh, Sam! I'm sorry for everything!" I apologized to him before he could say anything. Sam just smiled wearily and shook his head. "Let's get you out of here." I shook my head. "It's too late, Sam." I sad sadly, looking away from the hobbit. "They've taken it, Sam! They've taken the Ring!"
At this comment, a look of apology came onto my friends face. "Begging your pardon, Mr. Frodo, but they haven't. I thought I'd lost you, so I took it for safe keeping."
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A/n: Chapter two commin' soon! Please R&R! Thank you to all of you who reviewed in all of my other stories. Someone tell me: should I go to the Mount doom part, or should I keep going from where I left off? Hmmm...
Well, smell ya later, fuzzy chickens!
PHE
From The Tower of Cirith Ungol
Frodo's PoV.
CRASH!!
My eyes popped open, and I tried to sit up, except, I couldn't. My hands were bound behind my back, stopping me from getting any further. There was a sharp stinging sensation in the back of my neck, which was probably helping to cloud my memory.
I had no clue as to where I was, and what the crash was from that had awoken me. But as I listened closely, and I could here growling and snarls in some room underneath the floor, and I wagered they were Orcs... Orcs! Oh, no... now my memory comes flooding back into my head! I should of never sent Sam away! He was right about Gollum, that foul creature. I wish that I had never trusted that rat... that Slinker!
Argh! I can't sit up, and my blurry eyesight is clearing, though I am truly afraid to see my surroundings. I lift my head slightly, and I see...well, there really is nothing to see. It's dark, and it stank of death. The din from below was getting less rowdy, and I hoped that it was either dying down or moving away from me. I could see what seemed to be a trap door, where what I think was the top of a ladder stuck up through it. I closed my eyes again, hoping that this was just a dream, that when I'd open them again, I'd be safe in bed, at Bag End.
My eyes fluttered open again, though, when I felt a draft against my back. I looked down at myself, to find myself robbed. Oh, no. The Orcs and Uruks below must of stolen all of my belongings! My shirt was gone, as was my mithril coat that Bilbo gave to me, and Sting, and...
The Ring!
They took the Ring! I closed my eyes as I felt tears well up in them, but I did not allow them to shed. The Ring is gone. The Enemy has It, and It will soon make Its' way to Sauron. No matter what the others did, Middle Earth would not be saved from eternal darkness, and it was all my fault. Aragorn would not become king, the Shire will be destroyed, and all of the lands will succumb to evil.
Suddenly, there was another crash, and then a yell. I opened my eyes, hoping not to see another bunch of Orcs. But the yell did not belong to one of those tortured creatures.
"That's for Frodo!" yelled the voice, and there was the thud of a body falling down what sounded like steps. "That's for the Shire!" Another thud. "And that's for my Gaffer!" But my savior didn't come- an Orc did. "Stop your squirming, you rat!" it said, drawing it's sword. "I'm gonna bleed you like a stuck pig!" There was a snort, and then a voice said "Not if I stick you first!" The Orc took a sharp breath; his face twisted into a confused look, and looked down at his abdomen. A sharp, shining, blue-colored blade had pierced his back and was poking through his stomach. As the blade was pulled back out of his body, the creature collapsed to the ground.
The owner of the voice was uncovered, and I could hardly believe my eyes. "Sam!" he rushed over to me and bent down, helping me sit up. "Oh, Sam! I'm sorry for everything!" I apologized to him before he could say anything. Sam just smiled wearily and shook his head. "Let's get you out of here." I shook my head. "It's too late, Sam." I sad sadly, looking away from the hobbit. "They've taken it, Sam! They've taken the Ring!"
At this comment, a look of apology came onto my friends face. "Begging your pardon, Mr. Frodo, but they haven't. I thought I'd lost you, so I took it for safe keeping."
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A/n: Chapter two commin' soon! Please R&R! Thank you to all of you who reviewed in all of my other stories. Someone tell me: should I go to the Mount doom part, or should I keep going from where I left off? Hmmm...
Well, smell ya later, fuzzy chickens!
PHE