CHAPTER ONE
A/N First of all: I DON'T OWN LORD OF THE RINGS! Or any character, thing, etc. from it. I just LOVE the books and movies, and like writing fan fiction about it ^^;. And if this is pathetic, and stooped [very stupid] then please forgive me, it's the first fanfic I've posted on this site . One of my friends wrote a fanfic about 'what if Sauron HAD gotten the Ring' as well, [it's on ff.net, called Life in Mordor, by Tooker o.o] and she had a delightful humorous way of writing it. I decided to take a more serious approach to it [sorry Eat XP], and here's the result…:
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Frodo woke with a start, feeling light being poured onto his eyes. He tried to open them, but his eyelids seemed like they were glued together. Being deprived of his sense of sight, he decided to use his other senses. He felt around with his hands. The object on which he was lying on felt like a mattress, but how? He thought, I'm not back in the Shire…at least, I don't remember traveling there.
He sniffed the air. There was a sort of musty smell, like he was in an old building. He heard shuffling feet, and then, dead silence. He tried to speak, but out of his mouth came a gurgling sound.
He lay back, and strained his memory…
**FLASHBACK**
Frodo peered cautiously, but curiously into the depths of Mount Doom…the Crack of Doom. He could feel the heat rising. He blinked, and put his hand in his pocket for the Ring.
He was about to drop it in, when he decided to have a last look at the object that had put him [and dozens of other people] through so much.
He stared at it. All of a sudden his mood changed. He held the Ring up defiantly.
"I cannot do what I came here to do. I cannot destroy this Ring. It is mine!" he said, loudly.
He thrust the Ring onto his finger, a look of wicked happiness on his face. He saw Sauron's eye become aware of Frodo. He felt Sauron's panic rising. He laughed. He had the instrument needed for world domination, and that's just what he intended –
Suddenly he was shoved forward by an unseen foe. Frodo staggered, and turned around sharply. There, with a wild, desperate look on his face, saliva dripping from his jaws, was Gollum.
"AAARRRGGHHH!!" yelled Frodo.
"Do not destroy Precious!! That is all we asks, Precious is our only friend." Gollum said, pleadingly, his eyes searching for any sign of a visible part of Frodo.
Frodo kicked Gollum in the stomach. Gollum fell back and gasped for air. He recovered and lunged at where the kick came from, but fell over air. Frodo laughed. Gollum was up like lightning. He punched wildly at the spot where laugh had come from. Frodo fell over. Gollum laughed this time. He felt around Frodo, trying to find the finger with the Ring. Frodo suddenly pushed Gollum off and stood up.
"Do not try to stop me, Sméagol, I have made up my mind…"
Gollum took no heed. He jumped on Frodo again, and felt for the finger again, this time being successful.
He grinned and opened his large mouth. Frodo tried to throw him of his back, but it was useless. Gollum lifted Frodo's hand and bit at his finger holding the Ring. Frodo yelled in pain. Gollum giggled, a very disturbing sound. He waved around the Ring, still attached to Frodo's finger. Frodo looked down at the vacant spot on his hand, the blood pouring slowly out. He took the end of his cloak, and held it over the wound.
Suddenly, the ground shook and Frodo stumbled. He tried to keep his balance, in the Cracks edge, but was wavering dangerously. Gollum shrieked. Frodo looked up, and saw Sam rushing towards them.
Sam, I'm sorry, he thought, you were faithful until the end…and I…
The ground shook violently again, and Frodo lost his balance. He and Gollum pitched forward into the Crack. He watched the cliff get higher and higher in disbelief. He heard Gollum shrieking, "Preciousss!! My precioussssss!!"
Frodo waited to be consumed by the fires, the falling was taking longer than he thought it would. He heard a last, "PRECIOUSSSSSS" and then complete silence from Gollum.
His head hit something hard. He blinked, and saw a figure in a black cloak sitting ahead of him. He stared for few seconds, and heard wings beating. A hard object came down on his head. He closed his eyes and knew no more…
** END OF FLASHBACK**
Frodo sighed, as he stopped straining his memory. All that had happened just because he had wanted a last look at the Ring. He coughed.
"So how's the little halfling doing today?" came a gruff voice.
Frodo choked. He hadn't known anyone was there.
"I'm…I-I'm fine…" he said, with some difficulty. He felt a shadow pass over his eyes, and they felt somehow lighter.
"There you go, you can open them now," came the voice again.
Frodo opened his eyes slowly. At first he was stunned by the light, then everything swam into a clear picture. He looked over at where the voice had come from. There, standing beside a bed, was a man. He had longish black hair and was wearing a different sort of beige robes. But it was his eyes…
Frodo blinked hard. They were red…and yellow…he remembered seeing them before…
"No…it-it can't be…" he said, in disbelief. The man's eyes danced.
"I see you've guessed it. Indeed, I am, who was your worst enemy, Sauron."
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A/N *sniff* So touching…my first fanfic posted online, and I finished it in a bad spot…well anyways, I'll continue…duh…if I get let's say…5 reviews? XD …heh, and remember, FEAR my poisonous toothpicks ^^. Tata…