okei thinking bout this after the movie...1st lotr fan fic...I'm going to get smacked with tomatoes....
Frodo's eyes fluttered open in the warm bed of Ithilien. It was warm, but still fiercely cold. He felt weak and numb, but the warmth. Oh it was returning. He could not have felt warmer as one by one his friend's stepped in.
Merry and Pippin jumping on the bed, half jumping on him, and then nearly screaming from fright, afraid to hurt the fragile Hobbit. Gimli and Legolas Just stood there smiling, Gimli laughing with his deep sturdy laugh. His laugh that made you think of the caves, for his laugh echoed no matter how small the sound. Aragorn, placed his hand on Frodo's head, giving off the radiating sense of joy, and relief. Gandalf smiled largely and gave a small chuckle.
There was one thing wrong.
Their eyes were blood shot, as Frodo's had been from the burning fumes of the smoke Mt. Doom. They looked haggard, and worn down to the point where they were empty. It was they're eyes that made Frodo's throat close. Close as if he was dying of thirst.
Everyone was happy and smiling, but their eyes, they were dying. They were holding back a powerful Dam, that was threatening to break. They held no sunshine, no light, no energy or love as Frodo remembered their eyes.
Frodo shook his head, and smiled, he could thing on this more later. He moved his head around, sitting up straighter or crouching. "Master Hobbit, what in Heaven's name are you doing?" Aragorn laughed good naturally.
"Where is Sam? Is he still asleep? Or is he wandering the garden's tending to their beauty, as he tended to my flowers beauty?" He smiled and looked at them all, but they did not smile back.
"Lad...maybe...maybe you should get some more rest. We will speak of Master Samwise as soon as we can." Frodo began to feel uncomfortable. They were indeed, called that, Such things as Master Hobbit, and such, but...they kept using it on Sam. Sam was a shy one, and preferred being called simply Sam.
What was this tension that loomed heavier in the air, than the ring upon his breast? "Where is Sam?" Frodo demanded, voice wavering. The group looked uncomfortable, and then Frodo jumped as Pippin burst out crying, and Merry's shoulders shook from silent sobs.
Frodo's already pale skin grew whiter than his sheets, and the cold numbing feeling was back. He was now laying naked in a frozen pond, no longer in Ithilien.
He gripped the sheets harder than he thought he could, hurting his hand with the missing finger. Gandalf went to him, but Aragorn grabbed him, "G-" "No Aragorn...he needs to know. He will not rest until we tell him. Though I wish I had Naught to tell him."
Gandalf shooed everyone away, and Aragorn scooped up Merry, and Legolas scooped up Pippin. "Gandalf?" Frodo starred at him, and silently the white wizard asked, "Would you like to see you Sam?"
Frodo smiled and shook his head.
Gandalf scooped him up, and led him into a room at the very end of the hall. He pushed the door open, and Frodo smiled. There were flowers all over. Flowers in every vase, all different kinds, Flowers on drawers in bowls, on the window, and even on the floor. "Oh Dear Sam must be most happy here...All these flowers to keep him company, in his sleep while he heals..."
Frodo trailed off and finally his eyes rest upon a bed. Gandalf placed him in a chair and Frodo looked at his faithful Gardner. Sam's body was white, and ashen. His lids closed, and face completely relaxed. His cuts were not healed, not closed at all. He was still dirty, though it was apparent that he'd been bathed many times.
"He looks so wretched, Gandalf." Frodo said in a hushed voice. With his good hand, he touched Sam's head, first in his soft hair, and then his brow. He froze. It was numbingly cold, it was that of...
"No...NO!" Frodo looked at Gandalf tears pouring down his cheeks, "NO! HE IS SLEEPING! TELL ME GANDALF, TELL ME HE IS SLEEPING AND CANNOT WAKE FROM HIS PLIGHT YET! TELL ME!!"
Gandalf got on bended knee and placed his hands on Frodo's shoulder.
"I cannot...He is dead..."
Frodo starred in disbelief, and then yanked the covers off Sam. Sam was in the same clothes as him, but he was white, and ashy, there were burns and his wounds could still be seen. They were dried, and sewn closed, and scrubbed, but he was not Sam. This could *not* be Frodo's Sam...
"When you two passed out on Mt. Doom, You were the first to lose strength. Sam dragged you to the top of the rock, so that your air would be fresh, and your nose above the smoke."
Gandalf spoke clearly, and his words rang loudly in Frodo's ears.
"We can only assume that he decided to be more faithful and lay as far away from you as he could, so as not to drive you both mad with more heat. He lay closet to the red hell, smoke overtaking his nose, drowning him like water."
Frodo twitched.
Sam hated water, he couldn't swim. He always said, water was good for drinking, bathing, and watering plants. Swimming was not on that list.
"He choked, but did not bring himself to come near you, he vowed upon his life that you'd be safe, and that he'd not in danger your already failing life. He choked, and withered, broke into a sweat, and the madness of the heat took over.
By the time he was rescued he was babbling, and had lost all his wits. He screamed in the night screaming several names. 'Mr. Frodo, don't leave me' was the most common. He had to be forced to sleep, and fed, and he could not control his own body, for often he lay in his own ruin and waste.
He did not give up though, and as we neared here, his strength gave, but the madness subsided. He talked, and laughed, and chided. He spoke clearly, and talked of how when you woke, He'd have a bundle of Roses for you to warm your heart, ease your mind, and calm the soul.
We placed him in this bed, and clutched to us, clung to us for we were his air, and told us not to let you perish, to fail, and part of him still believed he was on the quest. He grabbed Merry and Pippin and told them Orc were coming, and he felt the eye upon his neck.
He went own and then his last day upon this realm he grabbed me and said, I did not leave him once Mr., Gandalf sir. Not once. I almost did, for he'd torn my heart out, but then I realized the wretched creature, the ring, and the eye had taken his soul prisoner! But I never left him...I tried so hard, and I pray I did not fail. Let Master Frodo know of my love for him. He was a good Master, and I can only hope his Sam was faithful enough.
Let the gardens of his house grow strong, and let his spark of life grown, and let him know that the good that was in the world bows it's head to him for keeping it safe. Let him know that his garden needs tendin' too and he best not wait for me to come and do it. Let his sparkle and dear smile return, and let him keep his Elven beauty.
Will you tell him that Gandalf? Then...his eyes lost all pain, and the dark veil was lifted from his eyes. But it was now replaced with a pane of glass, and the eyes shown so with Death, that I did not let the Tooks in until his eyes were closed.
Frodo...he id your faithful Sam, even in death. He was faithful, and he wants you to move on, and live on. You owe him that much Frodo, don't do anything rash..." Frodo looked at him, tears cascading down his face, and he shook his head. "I owe him that much I will live on...I will..."
Frodo rose, and collapsed on his Sam, and held him, his fingers going through his hair. "Oh my Sam, you were my most faithful friend...my dear lovely Sam. There will be son...songs of you, and stories. Everyone will know of you Sam, the great Sam, who suffered so. The great Sam who laid down and died at his Master's feet to spare him. The bravest Hobbit, who bared the ring bearer..."
Frodo's calm gentle composure broke, and he sobbed and no bitter cry would ever match that cry of pain.
Every flower would droop, and Frodo's garden would never bloom again, no matter how many gardeners that tried to restore it.
And Frodo would not have any sparkle, or any piece of his old self again. For he'd lost his Heart.
His Sam.
Frodo's eyes fluttered open in the warm bed of Ithilien. It was warm, but still fiercely cold. He felt weak and numb, but the warmth. Oh it was returning. He could not have felt warmer as one by one his friend's stepped in.
Merry and Pippin jumping on the bed, half jumping on him, and then nearly screaming from fright, afraid to hurt the fragile Hobbit. Gimli and Legolas Just stood there smiling, Gimli laughing with his deep sturdy laugh. His laugh that made you think of the caves, for his laugh echoed no matter how small the sound. Aragorn, placed his hand on Frodo's head, giving off the radiating sense of joy, and relief. Gandalf smiled largely and gave a small chuckle.
There was one thing wrong.
Their eyes were blood shot, as Frodo's had been from the burning fumes of the smoke Mt. Doom. They looked haggard, and worn down to the point where they were empty. It was they're eyes that made Frodo's throat close. Close as if he was dying of thirst.
Everyone was happy and smiling, but their eyes, they were dying. They were holding back a powerful Dam, that was threatening to break. They held no sunshine, no light, no energy or love as Frodo remembered their eyes.
Frodo shook his head, and smiled, he could thing on this more later. He moved his head around, sitting up straighter or crouching. "Master Hobbit, what in Heaven's name are you doing?" Aragorn laughed good naturally.
"Where is Sam? Is he still asleep? Or is he wandering the garden's tending to their beauty, as he tended to my flowers beauty?" He smiled and looked at them all, but they did not smile back.
"Lad...maybe...maybe you should get some more rest. We will speak of Master Samwise as soon as we can." Frodo began to feel uncomfortable. They were indeed, called that, Such things as Master Hobbit, and such, but...they kept using it on Sam. Sam was a shy one, and preferred being called simply Sam.
What was this tension that loomed heavier in the air, than the ring upon his breast? "Where is Sam?" Frodo demanded, voice wavering. The group looked uncomfortable, and then Frodo jumped as Pippin burst out crying, and Merry's shoulders shook from silent sobs.
Frodo's already pale skin grew whiter than his sheets, and the cold numbing feeling was back. He was now laying naked in a frozen pond, no longer in Ithilien.
He gripped the sheets harder than he thought he could, hurting his hand with the missing finger. Gandalf went to him, but Aragorn grabbed him, "G-" "No Aragorn...he needs to know. He will not rest until we tell him. Though I wish I had Naught to tell him."
Gandalf shooed everyone away, and Aragorn scooped up Merry, and Legolas scooped up Pippin. "Gandalf?" Frodo starred at him, and silently the white wizard asked, "Would you like to see you Sam?"
Frodo smiled and shook his head.
Gandalf scooped him up, and led him into a room at the very end of the hall. He pushed the door open, and Frodo smiled. There were flowers all over. Flowers in every vase, all different kinds, Flowers on drawers in bowls, on the window, and even on the floor. "Oh Dear Sam must be most happy here...All these flowers to keep him company, in his sleep while he heals..."
Frodo trailed off and finally his eyes rest upon a bed. Gandalf placed him in a chair and Frodo looked at his faithful Gardner. Sam's body was white, and ashen. His lids closed, and face completely relaxed. His cuts were not healed, not closed at all. He was still dirty, though it was apparent that he'd been bathed many times.
"He looks so wretched, Gandalf." Frodo said in a hushed voice. With his good hand, he touched Sam's head, first in his soft hair, and then his brow. He froze. It was numbingly cold, it was that of...
"No...NO!" Frodo looked at Gandalf tears pouring down his cheeks, "NO! HE IS SLEEPING! TELL ME GANDALF, TELL ME HE IS SLEEPING AND CANNOT WAKE FROM HIS PLIGHT YET! TELL ME!!"
Gandalf got on bended knee and placed his hands on Frodo's shoulder.
"I cannot...He is dead..."
Frodo starred in disbelief, and then yanked the covers off Sam. Sam was in the same clothes as him, but he was white, and ashy, there were burns and his wounds could still be seen. They were dried, and sewn closed, and scrubbed, but he was not Sam. This could *not* be Frodo's Sam...
"When you two passed out on Mt. Doom, You were the first to lose strength. Sam dragged you to the top of the rock, so that your air would be fresh, and your nose above the smoke."
Gandalf spoke clearly, and his words rang loudly in Frodo's ears.
"We can only assume that he decided to be more faithful and lay as far away from you as he could, so as not to drive you both mad with more heat. He lay closet to the red hell, smoke overtaking his nose, drowning him like water."
Frodo twitched.
Sam hated water, he couldn't swim. He always said, water was good for drinking, bathing, and watering plants. Swimming was not on that list.
"He choked, but did not bring himself to come near you, he vowed upon his life that you'd be safe, and that he'd not in danger your already failing life. He choked, and withered, broke into a sweat, and the madness of the heat took over.
By the time he was rescued he was babbling, and had lost all his wits. He screamed in the night screaming several names. 'Mr. Frodo, don't leave me' was the most common. He had to be forced to sleep, and fed, and he could not control his own body, for often he lay in his own ruin and waste.
He did not give up though, and as we neared here, his strength gave, but the madness subsided. He talked, and laughed, and chided. He spoke clearly, and talked of how when you woke, He'd have a bundle of Roses for you to warm your heart, ease your mind, and calm the soul.
We placed him in this bed, and clutched to us, clung to us for we were his air, and told us not to let you perish, to fail, and part of him still believed he was on the quest. He grabbed Merry and Pippin and told them Orc were coming, and he felt the eye upon his neck.
He went own and then his last day upon this realm he grabbed me and said, I did not leave him once Mr., Gandalf sir. Not once. I almost did, for he'd torn my heart out, but then I realized the wretched creature, the ring, and the eye had taken his soul prisoner! But I never left him...I tried so hard, and I pray I did not fail. Let Master Frodo know of my love for him. He was a good Master, and I can only hope his Sam was faithful enough.
Let the gardens of his house grow strong, and let his spark of life grown, and let him know that the good that was in the world bows it's head to him for keeping it safe. Let him know that his garden needs tendin' too and he best not wait for me to come and do it. Let his sparkle and dear smile return, and let him keep his Elven beauty.
Will you tell him that Gandalf? Then...his eyes lost all pain, and the dark veil was lifted from his eyes. But it was now replaced with a pane of glass, and the eyes shown so with Death, that I did not let the Tooks in until his eyes were closed.
Frodo...he id your faithful Sam, even in death. He was faithful, and he wants you to move on, and live on. You owe him that much Frodo, don't do anything rash..." Frodo looked at him, tears cascading down his face, and he shook his head. "I owe him that much I will live on...I will..."
Frodo rose, and collapsed on his Sam, and held him, his fingers going through his hair. "Oh my Sam, you were my most faithful friend...my dear lovely Sam. There will be son...songs of you, and stories. Everyone will know of you Sam, the great Sam, who suffered so. The great Sam who laid down and died at his Master's feet to spare him. The bravest Hobbit, who bared the ring bearer..."
Frodo's calm gentle composure broke, and he sobbed and no bitter cry would ever match that cry of pain.
Every flower would droop, and Frodo's garden would never bloom again, no matter how many gardeners that tried to restore it.
And Frodo would not have any sparkle, or any piece of his old self again. For he'd lost his Heart.
His Sam.