Well, here's my attempt at a short little fic.....please review! ^_^
Disclaimer: All I own is a few pixie stix, a mechanical pencil, and my inspiration for this story----and those happen to go very well together.
A/N: This is set on Mount Doom, right before Frodo claims the ring. This was made after reading another wonderful fic about an alternate ending to this scene, and after listening to the RotK soundtrack. There's no slash intended in this story, but you can think of it that way if you must. R & R!
-Realization at the end of all things- ~~~~~~~~~~~
The thoughts of the Shire flowed back into his mind. A time so pure, and now so far away. The quest was becoming impossible to endure.
Sam looked upon his master's figure, fading against the ash and smoke of Mount Doom. Doubts were constantly rising in his mind, but they were all diminished against the instinct to protect his master....his best- friend....his life line.
An unwelcome feeling of grief crept slowly into his thoughts. They had come this far, and for what? Frodo's sudden change had taken Sam by an unmeasurable amount of surprise. Frodo was taking The Ring for himself, making Sam's worst fear come true. Frodo had given up.
For so long Sam had seen the slow, but agonizing, change in the person he was most close to. Sam wished he could share the burden that his master was carrying. His suffering. But it would not help them now, he could not aid Frodo any longer. It was all over. The barricades Frodo had put up mentally and physically had come crashing down as soon as The Ring had called to him, deep in the heart of Mordor. Whispering things only Frodo could hear, turning him against those he loved most. Turning him against Sam.
The violent lashing of the wind and ash on Sam's face brought him back to reality. To his horror, he realized that Gollum had reached the now- invisible Frodo, and Sam could only watch as the wretched creature struggled with an unseen force. The next few moments seemed to go in slow motion to Sam. He watched as Frodo's figure came back into view, and spotted Gollum's victorious expression as he removed The One Ring from a severed finger. He saw that Gollum appeared to be complete, as he tumbled into the fiery abyss of Mount Doom.
Before he could comprehend what was happening, Sam found himself running to his master's side, coming upon a new-found strength. Despite Frodo and Sam's fatigue, soon they were on a rocky ledge outside of the Mountain of Doom. Fire and ash fell around them like a flood of black rain. The towers fell, walls came crashing down, and huge spires of smoke and steam were billowing upwards into the blackened skies. But Sam found a peaceful calm in spite of all that was happening around him. Perhaps it was that he knew now that the Shire was safe. Maybe it was that he knew every babe that was born in the seasons to come would live in a place without the fears of Sauron threatening them. But the mose reassuring thing was that Frodo was himself again. He was the hobbit Sam had admired since he was a young lad, the same hobbit who started on this quest with no knowledge of it's outcome. Thought's of Rosie Cotton, his Gaffer, and The Party Tree fled his mind, though, as the darkness began to tug at the corners of his mind. But Sam was content. He was here with the one he cared for most. Here with Frodo at the End of all things.
Disclaimer: All I own is a few pixie stix, a mechanical pencil, and my inspiration for this story----and those happen to go very well together.
A/N: This is set on Mount Doom, right before Frodo claims the ring. This was made after reading another wonderful fic about an alternate ending to this scene, and after listening to the RotK soundtrack. There's no slash intended in this story, but you can think of it that way if you must. R & R!
-Realization at the end of all things- ~~~~~~~~~~~
The thoughts of the Shire flowed back into his mind. A time so pure, and now so far away. The quest was becoming impossible to endure.
Sam looked upon his master's figure, fading against the ash and smoke of Mount Doom. Doubts were constantly rising in his mind, but they were all diminished against the instinct to protect his master....his best- friend....his life line.
An unwelcome feeling of grief crept slowly into his thoughts. They had come this far, and for what? Frodo's sudden change had taken Sam by an unmeasurable amount of surprise. Frodo was taking The Ring for himself, making Sam's worst fear come true. Frodo had given up.
For so long Sam had seen the slow, but agonizing, change in the person he was most close to. Sam wished he could share the burden that his master was carrying. His suffering. But it would not help them now, he could not aid Frodo any longer. It was all over. The barricades Frodo had put up mentally and physically had come crashing down as soon as The Ring had called to him, deep in the heart of Mordor. Whispering things only Frodo could hear, turning him against those he loved most. Turning him against Sam.
The violent lashing of the wind and ash on Sam's face brought him back to reality. To his horror, he realized that Gollum had reached the now- invisible Frodo, and Sam could only watch as the wretched creature struggled with an unseen force. The next few moments seemed to go in slow motion to Sam. He watched as Frodo's figure came back into view, and spotted Gollum's victorious expression as he removed The One Ring from a severed finger. He saw that Gollum appeared to be complete, as he tumbled into the fiery abyss of Mount Doom.
Before he could comprehend what was happening, Sam found himself running to his master's side, coming upon a new-found strength. Despite Frodo and Sam's fatigue, soon they were on a rocky ledge outside of the Mountain of Doom. Fire and ash fell around them like a flood of black rain. The towers fell, walls came crashing down, and huge spires of smoke and steam were billowing upwards into the blackened skies. But Sam found a peaceful calm in spite of all that was happening around him. Perhaps it was that he knew now that the Shire was safe. Maybe it was that he knew every babe that was born in the seasons to come would live in a place without the fears of Sauron threatening them. But the mose reassuring thing was that Frodo was himself again. He was the hobbit Sam had admired since he was a young lad, the same hobbit who started on this quest with no knowledge of it's outcome. Thought's of Rosie Cotton, his Gaffer, and The Party Tree fled his mind, though, as the darkness began to tug at the corners of his mind. But Sam was content. He was here with the one he cared for most. Here with Frodo at the End of all things.