I know, I know, I haven't written in awhile. But I've been busy! Honestly! I've been meaning to write this for awhile, but have just now gotten the time to post it. This is set during The Fellowship of the Ring after the Fellowship sets off for Mordor, and is from Frodo's point of view. Enjoy!
Choices
Each day, I wonder why I did this. Why I chose to do it. Over and over, day after day. Why did I volunteer for this? What made me do it? Why?
To these questions, I think I might have the answer: because someone has to. Whether or not it's me, this has to be done. I do this because I know it's what's right. I do it so no one has to suffer.
I know that with each day, this burden will become heavier. But it's the choice I made. It's what I have to do, and I'll deal with it, alone if I have to. I know Sam is here for me whenever I need him, but it's not the same. He has no idea what this is like.
With each step, I come closer and closer to Mordor, and my doom. But does it have to be that way? Do I have to die for this? Sometimes I think no, others yes.
Whether or not I die, I know what I have to do, and why: take the One Ring to Mount Doom, and save Middle-earth.
It probably sounds really angsty, but I wanted it that way, to a degree. It's a bit different from the way I usually write, I think. Please review!
On a different note, I may be changing my name soon. Look for a possible change!
Evenstar-Greenleaf