Through Their Eyes
By: Kally
Disclaimer: I do not own Middle-earth or the characters, they all belong to Tolkien.
Author's note: Each chapter in this fic will be a reflection on the journey from the point of view of a different character. This takes place shortly after leaving Rivendell.
Frodo's POV
I wasn't scared at first. The quest, the Ring, these things simply were not real to me back in the Shire. I thought that whatever might happen out there, in the world, simply couldn't affect us Hobbits. I was wrong.
I see now, that I was foolish. When I left Bag End, I thought that I would soon be walking back through that familiar door. Now, after being gone for such a short time, I realize how much I truly miss the Shire. The peace, the endless dreamy days spent worry free. It was safe from the outside world, and nothing could touch it.
It seemed so simple when Gandalf described it; just get the Ring to Rivendell, then go home. I know now that home is something I will probably never see again, but I must try. If I fail, all is lost.
The others keep telling me how important I am, how much of the fate of Middle-earth rests on me. I must keep going, I must destroy the Ring, I must not give up hope. They tell me these things, but how can one not lose hope on such a futile mission! We must do so much. The path ahead of me is a dark one, and I know that I cannot get through it alone.
Sam is worried about me, I know. I can see him watching me, wondering if I am alright. If I will make it to the end. He is just as scared as me, but I can see that he is trying to be brave. He says everything will be fine, that we well make it to Mount Doom and destroy the ring, but I can see in his eyes that even he has doubts.
And the ring. It always calls to me, tempting me to put it on, tempting me to use it. When I hold it in my hands, it burns even though the night is cold, and I can feel it even through my cloak. It is very heavy now. Sometimes, I find myself holding it, and touching it, wanting, no, needing to put it on. I fear that someday it will become too strong for me. Maybe it is already too strong for me.
The man, Boromir, watches me. I find his eyes lingering on the ring far longer then necessary. I hide it away or clutch it protectively whenever he is around. He makes me nervous. I would rather that he had never join the Fellowship at all.
Sometimes, I think I would just rather turn around and go home, crawl into bed and wish all the problems of the world away. But then I look around me, at the despairing faces of the others, and know that this is my burden. I will take this challenge, and my life will be worth it. I will succeed, even if it means certain death in the end! I will not fail.
---Author's notes: Next chapter will be Sam's, R/R please!---
By: Kally
Disclaimer: I do not own Middle-earth or the characters, they all belong to Tolkien.
Author's note: Each chapter in this fic will be a reflection on the journey from the point of view of a different character. This takes place shortly after leaving Rivendell.
Frodo's POV
I wasn't scared at first. The quest, the Ring, these things simply were not real to me back in the Shire. I thought that whatever might happen out there, in the world, simply couldn't affect us Hobbits. I was wrong.
I see now, that I was foolish. When I left Bag End, I thought that I would soon be walking back through that familiar door. Now, after being gone for such a short time, I realize how much I truly miss the Shire. The peace, the endless dreamy days spent worry free. It was safe from the outside world, and nothing could touch it.
It seemed so simple when Gandalf described it; just get the Ring to Rivendell, then go home. I know now that home is something I will probably never see again, but I must try. If I fail, all is lost.
The others keep telling me how important I am, how much of the fate of Middle-earth rests on me. I must keep going, I must destroy the Ring, I must not give up hope. They tell me these things, but how can one not lose hope on such a futile mission! We must do so much. The path ahead of me is a dark one, and I know that I cannot get through it alone.
Sam is worried about me, I know. I can see him watching me, wondering if I am alright. If I will make it to the end. He is just as scared as me, but I can see that he is trying to be brave. He says everything will be fine, that we well make it to Mount Doom and destroy the ring, but I can see in his eyes that even he has doubts.
And the ring. It always calls to me, tempting me to put it on, tempting me to use it. When I hold it in my hands, it burns even though the night is cold, and I can feel it even through my cloak. It is very heavy now. Sometimes, I find myself holding it, and touching it, wanting, no, needing to put it on. I fear that someday it will become too strong for me. Maybe it is already too strong for me.
The man, Boromir, watches me. I find his eyes lingering on the ring far longer then necessary. I hide it away or clutch it protectively whenever he is around. He makes me nervous. I would rather that he had never join the Fellowship at all.
Sometimes, I think I would just rather turn around and go home, crawl into bed and wish all the problems of the world away. But then I look around me, at the despairing faces of the others, and know that this is my burden. I will take this challenge, and my life will be worth it. I will succeed, even if it means certain death in the end! I will not fail.
---Author's notes: Next chapter will be Sam's, R/R please!---