We see them standing there, the two hobbits. One of them has It. We led them here, part of the way. Now we regret it. He will hurt It! He mustn't hurt It! We see him hold It over the edge. We see him dangle It over the spurting lava. Hold onto It! Don't drop It in! You mustn't hurt It! He stands there, stands there, stands there. He isn't moving. We see it gleam, see the bright reflection of the fiery lava shine on Its surface. It calls to us. We feel it call to us. "Come," It says, "Come to me."
He turns around. There is a gleam in his eyes. A smile spreads across his face. He holds It in his hand. "It's mine Sam," he says, "The Ring is mine!"
He slides it on his finger and disappears.
NO!! He can't! It is ours! All ours! Our Precious!
We jump out from behind the rock that has been hiding us. We jump onto the other hobbit's back and tackle him to the ground.
"No," we here him whisper, "No, Mr. Frodo!"
We find him though he is invisible. We must have It! We jump on him. He fights back. We fight on the edge of the cliff, a fiery chasm beneath us. We have his hand. The hand with the Precious on it. The finger, we feel the Precious on his finger. We must have it!
We put his finger in our mouth. We bite, we bite hard, harder, harder. It is off! The Precious is OURS!!!!!
The metallic taste of blood fills our mouth. We hold the finger high over our head. It is ours again! It is ours again! We loose our footing. We are falling, falling, falling! No! The heat surrounds us. We mustn't hurt the Precious! We hold it high, we mustn't let go! We must protect it!
We hit the lava. A searing heat flows over us. We mustn't let it in! We must protect it!
No! We've dropped it. It sits there. We reach for it. I falls.
NO!!
It is gone!
We sink.
We are gone.
I.
I am gone.
*A/N* I know it's a little odd. I was bored in Health. And this is what came out of my boredom. Anyway…please review!
~*~flor~*~