Author's Note: Slightly edited from the original version—formatting stuff, not the actual words.
Eagle Dawn
With eyes red from the volcano fumes, I stared at the sun. It was dawn. The dawn of a new age, a new world.
A world without the ring. For he had done it, had done it. Destroyed the ring.
And now he was going to die. We both were. The lava that seeped from the volcano mouth was slowing eating away the only spot that wasn't already burned. The rock where Mr. Frodo and I lay.
As my eyes slipped shut, I thought I saw great winged beasts, riding on the dawn. Angels, taking us away…