Author's note: None of the characters belong to me; I wish they did but
they don't! They belong to the great Professor Tolkien; I'm not making any
money from this it was written for the fun of it. Enjoy!
As dark fell over the land, creating shadows that loomed over the eight travellers Frodo looked back over his shoulder and grasped the small gold band that hung on a chain around his neck.
With Gandalf gone Frodo was even more scared of completing the task he had undertaken than when the aged wizard had explained the dangers that awaited the Fellowship in Mordor. He knew that Sam was even more fearful than he was, but he also knew that Sam would stay by his side until the very end. Merry and Pippin's jokes and pranks were noticeably absent for they were still downcast from Gandalf's demise, mourning the loss of their protector. Gimli the dwarf and Legolas Greenleaf were eying each other the distrust between the two races evident in their steely glares and Strider and Boromir were arguing in hushed voices both men's gazes periodically shifting to regard Frodo.
Strider stood to address the small band headed for Sauron's most heavily guarded fortress to destroy the ring that now governed their fates and the fate of Middle Earth. It was Aragorn son of Arathorn reflected a lot of pressure to put on the shoulders of one hobbit, his manservant would help he could see but as for the other two halflings they were just a hindrance, cousins who seemed to sabotage the Fellowship's purpose with their every move. "We will rest here for the night!" his voice rasped through the cool night air and slowly the eight settled down wrapping themselves in cloaks in a vain attempt to protect themselves from the cold that would soon fall with the coming night.
Midnight, Frodo squinted through the dark he could just make out the figures of his seven companions asleep on the hard ground. He stood and pulled a chain from around his neck, he slipped the ring off the chain and tossed it once catching it deftly in his hand, it was light and he could throw it far. He walked to the edge of a wide and very deep river, if he were to throw it into the river the Fellowship could go home their task completed, for surely, Sauron would never find it, he would never know Frodo had disposed of the ring in the rushing waters of the river. Besides Frodo didn't think he would be able to do it without Gandalf the wizard was his tower of strength.
Frodo hung his head "Uncle Bilbo," he whispered "why couldn't I be as brave as you?" Looking up Frodo cocked his arm preparing to pitch the ring in to the river's depths. As Frodo wiped the tears that shimmered in his eyes away with the back of his hand, something grabbed Frodo's wrist.
"I don't think you want to do that do you?" Striders voice asked as he turned Frodo to face him. "If you give up on your task now then all of Middle Earth will be enveloped in a darkness that will destroy everything!"
Frodo hung his head once more, "I can't do it, I can't carry on without Gandalf!"
"I know, I felt the same way but we must carry on, we must take the ring to Mount Doom and destroy it. It is the only way."
Frodo nodded as Strider took the ring from his clenched fist and slipped it back on the chain draping it around the hobbit's neck. "You can do it I know you can, now let's get back." He said steering Frodo back towards his sleeping comrades.
"Strider can you not mention this to anyone, especially not Sam, he wouldn't understand."
"I won't, this will be our secret" the tall man winked as he grasped Frodo's shoulder reassuringly "Now let's get some sleep we have a long journey ahead of us."
As dark fell over the land, creating shadows that loomed over the eight travellers Frodo looked back over his shoulder and grasped the small gold band that hung on a chain around his neck.
With Gandalf gone Frodo was even more scared of completing the task he had undertaken than when the aged wizard had explained the dangers that awaited the Fellowship in Mordor. He knew that Sam was even more fearful than he was, but he also knew that Sam would stay by his side until the very end. Merry and Pippin's jokes and pranks were noticeably absent for they were still downcast from Gandalf's demise, mourning the loss of their protector. Gimli the dwarf and Legolas Greenleaf were eying each other the distrust between the two races evident in their steely glares and Strider and Boromir were arguing in hushed voices both men's gazes periodically shifting to regard Frodo.
Strider stood to address the small band headed for Sauron's most heavily guarded fortress to destroy the ring that now governed their fates and the fate of Middle Earth. It was Aragorn son of Arathorn reflected a lot of pressure to put on the shoulders of one hobbit, his manservant would help he could see but as for the other two halflings they were just a hindrance, cousins who seemed to sabotage the Fellowship's purpose with their every move. "We will rest here for the night!" his voice rasped through the cool night air and slowly the eight settled down wrapping themselves in cloaks in a vain attempt to protect themselves from the cold that would soon fall with the coming night.
Midnight, Frodo squinted through the dark he could just make out the figures of his seven companions asleep on the hard ground. He stood and pulled a chain from around his neck, he slipped the ring off the chain and tossed it once catching it deftly in his hand, it was light and he could throw it far. He walked to the edge of a wide and very deep river, if he were to throw it into the river the Fellowship could go home their task completed, for surely, Sauron would never find it, he would never know Frodo had disposed of the ring in the rushing waters of the river. Besides Frodo didn't think he would be able to do it without Gandalf the wizard was his tower of strength.
Frodo hung his head "Uncle Bilbo," he whispered "why couldn't I be as brave as you?" Looking up Frodo cocked his arm preparing to pitch the ring in to the river's depths. As Frodo wiped the tears that shimmered in his eyes away with the back of his hand, something grabbed Frodo's wrist.
"I don't think you want to do that do you?" Striders voice asked as he turned Frodo to face him. "If you give up on your task now then all of Middle Earth will be enveloped in a darkness that will destroy everything!"
Frodo hung his head once more, "I can't do it, I can't carry on without Gandalf!"
"I know, I felt the same way but we must carry on, we must take the ring to Mount Doom and destroy it. It is the only way."
Frodo nodded as Strider took the ring from his clenched fist and slipped it back on the chain draping it around the hobbit's neck. "You can do it I know you can, now let's get back." He said steering Frodo back towards his sleeping comrades.
"Strider can you not mention this to anyone, especially not Sam, he wouldn't understand."
"I won't, this will be our secret" the tall man winked as he grasped Frodo's shoulder reassuringly "Now let's get some sleep we have a long journey ahead of us."
