Title: All Souls Pass
Fandom: LotR FPS
Characters: Frodo, Sam
Rating: G
Summary: Frodo passes into the West.
Warning: I'm afraid to say because it will be a give away. But it's not going to be pretty. :(

"Take me there, Sam. Take me."

Sam feels himself shaking. He knows where Frodo wishes to go. He understands even without him saying it.

And there is nothing else he can do.

Sam leans forward, taking Frodo into his arms and holding him close. He presses Frodo's face against his, feeling the wetness on those cheeks.

"Please, Sam."

No, he doesn't want to. Don't make me, Frodo.

But Frodo has become so weak, and Sam can feel him fading. He depends on Sam to take him to the last place he longs for. He needs Sam in his last journey across the woods to the white shores.

That gleam under the silver moon.

"Sam…"

A weak fist hangs onto the rim of Sam's cloak. Sam looks down, bending down slowly, and lays Frodo down onto the sand bed.

"Thank you, Sam," Frodo whispers and shifts his gaze toward the horizon. "Look."

Sam looks up, feeling his breath catch.

"They've come," a faint smile graces Frodo's face and Sam cannot remember when he himself has begun crying.

You're not going, Frodo. Your place is here, safe in my arms.

Frodo keeps smiling. He has never looked this peaceful.

"Do you hear that? The white gulls are calling."

I do, yes. But why are they calling? They calling you to come with them?

Sam feels Frodo's eyes fall upon him.

"Sam, it's time."

All of a sudden, an immense, humbling grey ship is visible before them. Bringing with it bright skies and rippling lights on the water. Right at that moment Sam knows he has lost.

He can only watch as Frodo, his eyes thoughtful and his face somber, rises and walks toward the ship before turning back to look at Sam for the last time. And he smiles the smile Sam has only seen before Frodo even heard of the Ring.

Frodo then boards the ship, which then passes and takes him beyond any place that Sam can see.

Safe in my arms,
you're only sleeping.

Sam looks down, sight obscured by his tears, at the now cold and unmoving form he's still holding tight.

Frodo has never looked this peaceful.

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