Disclaimers: All canon material from The Lord of the Rings trilogy belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien, New Line Cinema, Warner Brothers and Turbine. All other canon material belongs to their respected owners. All original material belongs to me, the authoress of this fanfiction story.
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This drabble collection is my own making, and not part of the 100 Drabble Challenge.
This drabble set idea was started by a conversation between me and Eldhoron. These are twelve drabbles that show and represent Frodo as a Dark Lord. It should be a very interesting story. Inspiration comes from the stories available that involve Frodo Baggins as evil and also as a Dark Lord. Read on below to witness the horrendous, and terrifying things, that make up Dark Lord Frodo. :)
Quote comes from the movie "Monty Python and the Holy Grail".
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1:
"I'm Invincible!"
Word Count: 469
Darkness brewed from the fiery pits of Mount Doom. The One Ring's gold band vanished into the hot liquid below. Frodo's blue eyes stared up at his friend. He had been on the ledge since his fight with Gollum, which ended with Gollum and the Ring's deaths in the flaming hot liquid. Frodo was now faced with a decision: he could let go or he could stay and bear the burdens that lay ahead for him. He chose the latter upon taking Sam's hand, who shortly hoisted him back onto the ledge. It was in that moment, when he was on the ledge, that the hobbit took echoed steps across the blackened road. He didn't know what was causing this change, or the fact that, when he checked his maimed hand, a fiery circular imprint rested on his right middle stump where his finger was previously.
"Mr. Frodo," Sam squeaked. "What is it?" He scurried over to his friend, his best friend. "Mr. Frodo." But Frodo gripped his shoulder too tightly. There was a flaming sensation in the Ring-bearer's eyes. A fire he couldn't put out just yet.
"Come on, Sam," Frodo said, playfully. He led his gardener and friend back to the yawning entrance. The Nazgûl were in full retreat and Sauron's dark tower crashed into several tiny pieces. And yet, even he didn't feel the need to retreat just yet. Darkness still loomed around him and the land of Mordor. He was amazed at how much the land still retained its dark hold over him.
"Mr. Frodo," Sam chirped beside him. "What should we do?"
He cocked his head. "The only thing we can do." He paused, letting the moment sink in. "Sauron is gone, and yet we're still here." He leapt from one rock to the next. "The land belongs to me now. You're welcome to join me."
"Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked, troubled by what he saw. "There's a darkness in you. I thought the Ring was destroyed."
"It was Sam, but here we stand." Frodo gazed up at him. "There's a new dark lord governing over Middle-earth." He cocked his head again from side to side. "Well, that dark lord is me."
"Mr. Frodo, you can't possibly…"
"Sam, you will either join me or face the consequences." He grinned menacingly, adding in softly, "Or you can face the price that awaits you. It's your choice after all."
"I want no part in this plan. Mr. Frodo, come back!" Sam heaved. "Please, come back to the Shire! Surely, this place – this desolate land – is not your home."
"Oh." Frodo said, purring. "Is it now." He stood on the highest rock platform, belting with full pride. "I'm invincible! Do you hear that, Strider?!" He hissed in a soft voice. "Let no one take this crown from me."