Hello there my luvies! Invidi here with a little something other then slash. ::collective gasps:: I KNOW, what am I thinking!? You see, I'm usually notso that's where this came from. WhoooI'm a funny lil crack-monkey! Anywho! In school we had to choose an alternate ending to a book we had recently read and rewrite the ending in two notebook pages or less. So guess what Invidi did? Yeeeeesshe changed the ending to Return of the King. I'm gonna get slaughtered for this aren't I? ::muah!::
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Faith. A passion. A deep rooted belief in something. That's what brought us here. Not without this could have made it to this point. The Ring casts fear and doubt in my heart, like heated arrows they feel, but to let them hinder my progress to Mordor would be folly.
The One Ring has taken so much from me in so short a time and I can find blame in Sauron alone. Had the Dark Lord not forged the One Ring I would not have had to go this far. The devilries the Orcs wreak upon us are little more then a small taste of bittersweet victory over Sauron, but satisfy me not. Destruction of Sauron alone will see to the easing of my mind.
In turn, Middle-Earth would be free at last. The Elves, the Dwarves, Man, Hobbits, and even trolls would be free of his evil. Though the Trolls are hated by most of the intelligent species in Middle-Earth, they are not evil, just unliked.
I can not begin to tell of the pain and burdensome feeling the One Ring brings upon me. Boromir was mad to have wanted it so badly. He was loyal and brave the whole way through but he always had a weak spot for the Ring, always opposed my whishes to keep it until reaching Mordor, the place of death. But with Boromir's madness came the destruction of the Fellowship, that bit of faith we had is now forever lost.
It is that much harder to ignore the temptations of the Ring, it offers so much but will be so costly all the same. And what would it do to poor Samwise Gamgee, my most faithful of servants? He would love me even if I failed to get the Ring into the frothy chasm of Mount Doom.
And that dreadful Gollum. He guides us to seethe very gates of the Dark City in Mordor, desperate to help us yet so eager to worship the ground I sit on for want of the Ring of power. And when he sees the upheaval of flame from Mount Doom he is that much more eager to stay with me and his 'precious' for as long as we will allow it.
We must get the Ring to the mountain, assuring Sauron's downfall. Sam has stopped. Where is Gollum? Gone! The little nuisance will try to pinch my Ring! Sam is just standing there.
"Mr. Frodo! Sting glows blue!" He is pointing at my scabbard.
"Orcs!" I cry.
We look up to see the filthy beats raining down on us with Gollum in the lead. The Orcs ignore Sam completely, instead giving chase to me.
"Nasssty Hobbit! Hates us he does precioussss! Hates usss!" Gollum screams, he and Sam scuffling as I race off.
The Orcs are too fast for my short Hobbit legs and I am quickly overcome. I feel their hands close around me, tearing at my skin for the Ring. I feel a piercing pain as the chain on which the Ring lies is torn from my neck. And then my world goes steadily darker, seeing Sam hiding behind an outcropping to tell of my death, and all is lostSauron will soon have the One Ring.