It was that time of year again. The time of year that always brought pain to Frodo and a feeling of helplessness to Sam. It was the anniversary of the day Frodo got attacked by Shelob, deceived by Gollum and accidentally left by Sam. For that small error Sam could not forgive himself. He remembered the day vividly. Too vividly in his opinion.

(flashback)

Sam sat, his cold lifeless master in his arms. Sam's tears washing away some of the filth from his master's pale face. His lips faintly whispering "Mr. Frodo, wake up Mr. Frodo."

But some part of him new it was pointless. His master wouldn't wake. He would lay alone in that filthy tunnel that was Shelob's lair. Or at least the shell of his body would.

Because Sam had finally made up his mind. He would take the ring to the mountain and leave his beloved master. But he would come back, when he finished the quest he would come back and never leave his master again. He bent and kissed his master's cold forehead and took the ring and it's chain from his neck, and strung it around his own. He felt as if a great load had been placed on his shoulders. He lifted the phial and saw his master's face, at peace, no longer being tormented by the ring.

Suddenly Sam herd heavy foot steps and ugly voices. His first though was to hide, behind a rock or to slip the ring on. So he did both. He could also hear another band of Orc voices The horrible creatures had found his master. What they would do to him. Sam had no idea, but whatever it was they were planning to do it would be bad. So Sam chased them. And when he finally heard that his master was not dead, but alive. Just under Shelob's poison he cursed himself and called himself many names from the Gaffer's list. He was so angry with himself for listening to his head and not his heart. So he would go to the tower and rescue his master.

After many long hours running up and down stairs and retracing steps he was just about ready to give up. When he heard the cracking of a whip. He turned round and climbed further up the stairs until he saw a ladder going into a closed trap door. He quickly clambered up the steps. He saw the figure of an orc standing over what seemed to be a large pile of filthy rags. But the creature had it's whip poised. So Sam ran forward and hacked at the arm. The Orc screeched in pain and decided to give some pain back. So it started swinging but Sam dodges every blow until the Orc fell down the open trapdoor with a thud.

Sam ran towards the pile of rags and found his master underneath some of them. He looked like he was in a swoon hand over his face to protect his head from an oncoming blow, rags covering his cold feet and ankles. Sam gently picked him up and held him gently in his arms. Frodo opened his eyes and gasped " is this a dream, but it's not like the others."

"No Mr. Frodo, It's real, your safe and I shan't ever leave you again."

Frodo smiled and curled closer into Sam's' arms where he fell asleep. But it was not allowed the had to finish the quest. So the continued on the quest after Sam gave Frodo the ring back. They went on to Mt. Doom, both very tired and almost hopeless.

(End flashback)

Sam shuddered at the memory, now his master lay writhing in pain clutching the white gem about his neck. It was all his his fault, if only he had taken better care of Frodo, not let him trust that horrible sneak Gollum. Little did Sam know that no one could have done a better job.

Authors Note: First Fan- fic so please I would like to know how I can get better. The story is meant go go with Coldplay's song Fix you.