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A Sad Farewell


The ring has been destroyed. Gollum fell with it into the fires of Mt. Doom. Sam helps Frodo to his feet careful not to jostle his masters injured hand. "Mr. Frodo, are you able to walk?" a worried Sam asks. "Yes Sam" replied Frodo. "I have some strength left in me." The two hobbits slowly walked out of Mt Doom. Sam stumbles as they begin the decent to the foot of the mountain. "Here Sam" said Frodo, "We will lean on each other." Sam smiles wearily as they continue their downward climb.

Suddenly the mountain groaned and bleched forth the firey death for which it is known. Frodo and Sam are trapped on a small island of rock in the middle of a river of lava. "Well Mr. Frodo, this is it then." Said Sam in despair. "Yes Sam' replied Frodo. "We have fullfilled the quest. The ring has been destroyed and now we must face this doom." Frodo turns to face his friend and companion, "My only regret is that you must share this doom with me."

"I would have it no other way Frodo" replied Sam.

As the heat and fumes become too much to bear the two friends embrace for what they fear is the last time. Choking on the fumes and with a final gasp Sam manages a weak "farewell" as he sinks to his knees. Frodo watches helplessly as Sam collapses at his feet. Soon Frodo, too, is overcome, "forgive me Sam" he says as he falls beside his friend. As the darkness takes him Frodo thinks he hears the cry of an eagle and then.....Silence.

On the field of Cormallen things were looking up for Aragorn and his forces. The eagles had arrived and helped trun the tide against the forces of Sauron. The men began to rejoice at the retreat of their enemies. For Gandalf, though, there was no joy. A feeling of dread had entered his heart and was steadily growing. All was not right. The Ring Bearer as in grave danger still. "Gwahir" Gandalf called out to the windlord, "I will need your help and that of two of your swiftest brothers."

Soon Gandalf and the eagles were bearing down on Mt Doom. Gandalf and Gwahir were ever watchfull for any signs of Sam and Frodo. The Eagle Lord spotted them first. Far below on a quickly disappearing island of rock lay two motionless figures. Gandalf saw them also and feared that he had come too late.

Gwahir called to his two companions who swooped down and lifted the small figures off the rock just as it was consumed by lava. As the eagles bore Gandalf and the two hobbits back toward Ithilien Gandalf said a silent prayer..