Disclaimer: See first part
Summery: Sam recues Frodo from his dark Tower.
Authors notes: I know this part is short, but I wanted to leave it wear it was, the next part will be longer. Also All dialog between characters is not mine, but comes straight from ROTK. Wasn't Tolkien the best!
Feedback: Please Please Please! Even if you hate it I'd still love to know.
Let down the bars, O Death!
The tired flocks come in
whose bleating ceases to repeat,
whose wandering is done.
Thine is the stillest night,
Thine the securest fold;
Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.
Emily Dickinson
II. Beyond all Towers
"Ho la! You up there, you dunghill rat! Stop your squeaking, or I'll come and deal with you. D'you hear?"
I was attempting desperately to be as quiet as a mouse, yet all seemed in vain. What if that really was Sam? What if was looking for me, and he passed me right by?? I squirmed and twitched beside my own will, Samwise had to know I was here!
"Alright" I heard Snaga growl. Fear imbedded itself in my dry throat. "But I'll come and have a look at you all the same, and see what your up to."
I froze. My breathe shortened...What hope was there for me now if that foul villain came between me and my only chance of deliverance. I cowered, sickened and woeful. The door creaked open and I lurched forward hiding my face with my arm, I was too horrified to what fate was before me.
"You lie quiet, or you'll pay for it! You've not got long to live in peace, I guess; but if you don't want the fun to begin right now, keep your trap shut, See? There's a reminder for you!"
What happened afterward is blur to my mind. Their was a flash of fire...Like a torch spangling in the dark...Then an explosion of pain flooded across the back of my neck, and my side. I did not scream, but the sound echoed in my mind... A blinding flash...And the firing crack of a whip...
I was blind, and in terrible shock..Perhaps I swooned? Although I have little memory of it all. I remember seeing the lamp that hung from the wall sway forward and then back again, over and over like a mantra. It's sizzling light was red as blood, and engulfed the room with a crimson glare.
A shadow hovered above me and I anticipated another afflicting blow, instead I heard a roar from afar that could only compare to the sound a blazened war cry!
All that happened afterwards is unclear to me...There was the rush of impact, a scuffling...and then a dull hollow thud! I covered my face in fear and doubt...
Then a miracle occured...When again my vision focussed and I could see, I could not believe what I saw...It was Sam...Sam...My Samwise!! It was all true and not a dream. My fear seeped from my veins. Nevermind that we were not home at Bag End, we were together now and no terror or torment could seperate us again.
"Frodo! Mr. Frodo, my dear!" He cried...Tears were in his eyes...I wanted also to weep with him. "Its Sam, I've come!'
And it truely was Sam...My sweet Sam in all his glory...And I dared not believe it! Yet then he pulled me into his gentle arms, and hugged me to his breast, and I gasped and open my eyes fully.
"Am I still dreaming?" I breathed...I felt delirious and barely awake, barely alive! "But the other dreams were horrible," And they had been. My heart quailed because I finally felt at ease, I looked up at his warm friendly face, and I saw his cheeks were wet with tears...
"Your not dreaming at all, Master," He said, smoothing my face with his comforting hands. "It's real. It's me. I've come."
A Elbereth it was real! I think I laughed yet not out loud. "I can hardly believe it," I gasped clutching his arm for dear life. A part of me still feared my mind was playing tricks on me, and I prayed to Varda all that I saw was true. "There was an orc with a whip, and then it turns into Sam! Then I wasn't dreaming after all when I heard the singing down below, and I tried to answer? Was it you?" I remember I had shouted when I heard his song, and yet what I had said I do not know. Then I had been past all hope of miracles...
"It was indeed, Mr. Frodo. I'd given up hope, almost. I couldn't find you." Sam's voice cracked at the latter. His eyes filled with grief. O' Sam! How far had he searched for me...How far did he go to find me? What awful perils had he faced?? O' how I loved him! My wonderful, glorious Sam!!
"Well, you have now, Sam, dear Sam," In my heart I longed to comfort him, yet outwardly I was ashamed. He had come so far, and been so strong, never, never giving up. Yet I had almost lost my will...I had almost been broken...
I was so tired...So very weary...I yearned for solace. Just for one moment, merely a second to peace. It had been so long since I had lived without fear and without pain, all I asked for was a moment...Just one...
I layed back in Sams arms, wanting to feel nurtured and loved. I closed my eyes slowly, savoring the sweetness amongst so much bitterness, and for the moment I slept, feeling safe while around me I knew there to be danger still...
Summery: Sam recues Frodo from his dark Tower.
Authors notes: I know this part is short, but I wanted to leave it wear it was, the next part will be longer. Also All dialog between characters is not mine, but comes straight from ROTK. Wasn't Tolkien the best!
Feedback: Please Please Please! Even if you hate it I'd still love to know.
Let down the bars, O Death!
The tired flocks come in
whose bleating ceases to repeat,
whose wandering is done.
Thine is the stillest night,
Thine the securest fold;
Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.
Emily Dickinson
II. Beyond all Towers
"Ho la! You up there, you dunghill rat! Stop your squeaking, or I'll come and deal with you. D'you hear?"
I was attempting desperately to be as quiet as a mouse, yet all seemed in vain. What if that really was Sam? What if was looking for me, and he passed me right by?? I squirmed and twitched beside my own will, Samwise had to know I was here!
"Alright" I heard Snaga growl. Fear imbedded itself in my dry throat. "But I'll come and have a look at you all the same, and see what your up to."
I froze. My breathe shortened...What hope was there for me now if that foul villain came between me and my only chance of deliverance. I cowered, sickened and woeful. The door creaked open and I lurched forward hiding my face with my arm, I was too horrified to what fate was before me.
"You lie quiet, or you'll pay for it! You've not got long to live in peace, I guess; but if you don't want the fun to begin right now, keep your trap shut, See? There's a reminder for you!"
What happened afterward is blur to my mind. Their was a flash of fire...Like a torch spangling in the dark...Then an explosion of pain flooded across the back of my neck, and my side. I did not scream, but the sound echoed in my mind... A blinding flash...And the firing crack of a whip...
I was blind, and in terrible shock..Perhaps I swooned? Although I have little memory of it all. I remember seeing the lamp that hung from the wall sway forward and then back again, over and over like a mantra. It's sizzling light was red as blood, and engulfed the room with a crimson glare.
A shadow hovered above me and I anticipated another afflicting blow, instead I heard a roar from afar that could only compare to the sound a blazened war cry!
All that happened afterwards is unclear to me...There was the rush of impact, a scuffling...and then a dull hollow thud! I covered my face in fear and doubt...
Then a miracle occured...When again my vision focussed and I could see, I could not believe what I saw...It was Sam...Sam...My Samwise!! It was all true and not a dream. My fear seeped from my veins. Nevermind that we were not home at Bag End, we were together now and no terror or torment could seperate us again.
"Frodo! Mr. Frodo, my dear!" He cried...Tears were in his eyes...I wanted also to weep with him. "Its Sam, I've come!'
And it truely was Sam...My sweet Sam in all his glory...And I dared not believe it! Yet then he pulled me into his gentle arms, and hugged me to his breast, and I gasped and open my eyes fully.
"Am I still dreaming?" I breathed...I felt delirious and barely awake, barely alive! "But the other dreams were horrible," And they had been. My heart quailed because I finally felt at ease, I looked up at his warm friendly face, and I saw his cheeks were wet with tears...
"Your not dreaming at all, Master," He said, smoothing my face with his comforting hands. "It's real. It's me. I've come."
A Elbereth it was real! I think I laughed yet not out loud. "I can hardly believe it," I gasped clutching his arm for dear life. A part of me still feared my mind was playing tricks on me, and I prayed to Varda all that I saw was true. "There was an orc with a whip, and then it turns into Sam! Then I wasn't dreaming after all when I heard the singing down below, and I tried to answer? Was it you?" I remember I had shouted when I heard his song, and yet what I had said I do not know. Then I had been past all hope of miracles...
"It was indeed, Mr. Frodo. I'd given up hope, almost. I couldn't find you." Sam's voice cracked at the latter. His eyes filled with grief. O' Sam! How far had he searched for me...How far did he go to find me? What awful perils had he faced?? O' how I loved him! My wonderful, glorious Sam!!
"Well, you have now, Sam, dear Sam," In my heart I longed to comfort him, yet outwardly I was ashamed. He had come so far, and been so strong, never, never giving up. Yet I had almost lost my will...I had almost been broken...
I was so tired...So very weary...I yearned for solace. Just for one moment, merely a second to peace. It had been so long since I had lived without fear and without pain, all I asked for was a moment...Just one...
I layed back in Sams arms, wanting to feel nurtured and loved. I closed my eyes slowly, savoring the sweetness amongst so much bitterness, and for the moment I slept, feeling safe while around me I knew there to be danger still...
