A/N: Just to let you all know I mean no offense to the Lord of the Rings by
this story, I love it just as much as anyone. So don't get mad because this
is just a funny little what if story. There that's my disclaimer.
Lord of the Rings-The Ring is Stolen!
Frodo arose, feeling full of energy. The weakness and gloom of the ring that had seemed to overtake him was gone. He reached for the chain, searching for the ring. Panic over took him as his hands came up empty.
What could have happened to it? Certainly it had not be stolen by Gollum he would have felt it wouldn't he? He couldn't have lost it. He couldn't have come all this way to lose the ring now. Was this the way it was supposed to end? Had he been the wrong one for them to place his trust in? How could he ever face the middle earth, knowing that his foolishness had caused their downfall?
"Mr Frodo? We'd best be moving on, I knew I was supposed to wake you up, but you were sleeping so peaceful, no lot I've seen you rest in years, or so it seems like."
Sam said looking intently as his master. A change had come over him. He looked as if he has just spent the night asleep on the hills of the Shire. But Sam noticed something else, for though he looked well-rested, his master was pale, not from weakness but from fear.
"Mr Frodo?" Sam asked again, rushing to his master's side.
Frodo kept his hand clutched to his chest.
"It's gone Sam, I've lost the Ring"
Sam felt his body freeze as he realized why his master had looked so afraid. And for the first time he felt his spirits truly sink. Sam, not wanting to despair, for he knew that Frodo would need his cheerful disposition more than ever, looked at the barren though peaceful scene before him. He gradually felt his hope return as he watched a small squirrel scurry about. It had been so long since he had stopped to watch a squirrel. But there was something different about this squirrel, for he saw a small fleck of gold shimmer between his paws.
"Pardon me, Mr. Frodo, but I was just looking about to keep my hopes up, knowing that you'd be needing me to be cheerful right now, and I saw a squirrel that seems to be golden. Not even with the elves have I seen something so strange." Sam remarked to Frodo.
Frodo slowly and mournfully turned his head, in the desire to humor his friend, but as he looked at the squirrel it vanished before his eyes. "
"Why, Sam! That squirrel has the One Ring!" Sam looked closer at the squirrel which had now reappeared, and realized that his master was right. "Hurry, Mr. Frodo! We can't lose sight of that squirrel!" Frodo dashed off having, more energy than Sam for the first time in a very long time. And so the inevitable delays that are always experienced in fantasy books was created by the chase after a squirrel. For the continuing saga of the squirrel chase, check my other stories for they will pop up in as many of them as I can, even ones that aren't Lord of the Rings.
Lord of the Rings-The Ring is Stolen!
Frodo arose, feeling full of energy. The weakness and gloom of the ring that had seemed to overtake him was gone. He reached for the chain, searching for the ring. Panic over took him as his hands came up empty.
What could have happened to it? Certainly it had not be stolen by Gollum he would have felt it wouldn't he? He couldn't have lost it. He couldn't have come all this way to lose the ring now. Was this the way it was supposed to end? Had he been the wrong one for them to place his trust in? How could he ever face the middle earth, knowing that his foolishness had caused their downfall?
"Mr Frodo? We'd best be moving on, I knew I was supposed to wake you up, but you were sleeping so peaceful, no lot I've seen you rest in years, or so it seems like."
Sam said looking intently as his master. A change had come over him. He looked as if he has just spent the night asleep on the hills of the Shire. But Sam noticed something else, for though he looked well-rested, his master was pale, not from weakness but from fear.
"Mr Frodo?" Sam asked again, rushing to his master's side.
Frodo kept his hand clutched to his chest.
"It's gone Sam, I've lost the Ring"
Sam felt his body freeze as he realized why his master had looked so afraid. And for the first time he felt his spirits truly sink. Sam, not wanting to despair, for he knew that Frodo would need his cheerful disposition more than ever, looked at the barren though peaceful scene before him. He gradually felt his hope return as he watched a small squirrel scurry about. It had been so long since he had stopped to watch a squirrel. But there was something different about this squirrel, for he saw a small fleck of gold shimmer between his paws.
"Pardon me, Mr. Frodo, but I was just looking about to keep my hopes up, knowing that you'd be needing me to be cheerful right now, and I saw a squirrel that seems to be golden. Not even with the elves have I seen something so strange." Sam remarked to Frodo.
Frodo slowly and mournfully turned his head, in the desire to humor his friend, but as he looked at the squirrel it vanished before his eyes. "
"Why, Sam! That squirrel has the One Ring!" Sam looked closer at the squirrel which had now reappeared, and realized that his master was right. "Hurry, Mr. Frodo! We can't lose sight of that squirrel!" Frodo dashed off having, more energy than Sam for the first time in a very long time. And so the inevitable delays that are always experienced in fantasy books was created by the chase after a squirrel. For the continuing saga of the squirrel chase, check my other stories for they will pop up in as many of them as I can, even ones that aren't Lord of the Rings.