Chapter 2
Thoughts of the Ring bearer.
Same blurb as before about me not owning these wonderful characters but here they are doing things at my bidding.
Flames as usual will be used to cook my mushrooms… …
Soon the arrow was out, and the wound carefully dressed and bound. Frodo had lapsed into unconsciousness.
"Are you all right Sam."? Aragorn walked over to Sam who had left his master's side before the painful extraction of the arrow.
"I am now…how is Mr Frodo."
"Fine if the poison has been let…"
Sam looked anxiously over at his master now looking even paler than before and barely breathing. Tears snaked down his nose into his hands he had over his face.
"I was asleep, I should have taken that watch but he didn't wake me. It's all my fault." Sam went to Frodo's side and took hold of his master's hand. Frodo's eyes flickered open and a strange look crossed his face then a smile changed it again.
"Sam!" The thin weak voice of the hobbit was barely heard yet it brought a smile to everyone's lips including Boromir's who was sitting sullenly by Gimili. Everyone had not forgiven him for his lack of concern earlier on that morning.
"Sam, he wants..." Sam shook his head.
"There master you rest now." Sam put his hand on top of his master's fevered brow and watched as he fell into a deep sleep with a smile on his face.
The night wore into another endless day...
"Oh, master put me on." It was the terrible ring, the one ring that Frodo had to bear to Mordor. His fevered mind was no match for the thing of evil and he found himself putting the ring on.
"Sam go to sleep..." The others had been taking it in turn to carry Frodo during their journey the next day and although the hobbit was the size of a small child he was still heavy. They broke early for camp and dinner and afterward set up watches as usual. As Frodo put on the ring it was Legolas' turn for watch. The elf looked casually towards the halfling disdainfully feeling his fevered brow and shaking his head. Illness like that rarely happened to elves he sniffed. He remembered that he had been told to get more firewood from the forest nearby. Torn between watching over Frodo, something Sam was most vehement about, and making sure that everyone was warm throughout the night. Legolas spread his elven cloak around the hobbit and went on his way hoping that its magical properties would protect Frodo.
"Now little hobbit follow I" Frodo hardly believed his eyes, as they're in front of him in the strange darkness of the ring world was Gollum.
"Where are you taking me?" Frodo thought and Gollum answered.
"To the Master" The strange hobbit ran off and it was all Frodo could do to keep up with it.
If Frodo had been weak before now he felt...good, strong, well? Frodo shook his head not understanding the terrible power of the Ring.
"Frodo Baggins!!!"
A voice came from a tower that had suddenly appeared or had he suddenly appeared in front of the tower? Confused again Frodo nodded.
"I am he.."
"You bear my ring! Bring it to me, but not now, that is not my plan. Stay on your quest, until the end."
There was terrible laughter.
"I know that you are deathly ill Ring bearer, my ring will cure you but for a price."
Frodo gulped. "Name it Oh Sauron!" He thought rather than said.
"Your soul!"
Will Frodo agree to give his soul to Sauron to save himself, if so how could he give up the ring at the end of the quest? Exactly think about it.
More reviews pretty pretty please. I love them. Actually you have all been very kind..
Thoughts of the Ring bearer.
Same blurb as before about me not owning these wonderful characters but here they are doing things at my bidding.
Flames as usual will be used to cook my mushrooms… …
Soon the arrow was out, and the wound carefully dressed and bound. Frodo had lapsed into unconsciousness.
"Are you all right Sam."? Aragorn walked over to Sam who had left his master's side before the painful extraction of the arrow.
"I am now…how is Mr Frodo."
"Fine if the poison has been let…"
Sam looked anxiously over at his master now looking even paler than before and barely breathing. Tears snaked down his nose into his hands he had over his face.
"I was asleep, I should have taken that watch but he didn't wake me. It's all my fault." Sam went to Frodo's side and took hold of his master's hand. Frodo's eyes flickered open and a strange look crossed his face then a smile changed it again.
"Sam!" The thin weak voice of the hobbit was barely heard yet it brought a smile to everyone's lips including Boromir's who was sitting sullenly by Gimili. Everyone had not forgiven him for his lack of concern earlier on that morning.
"Sam, he wants..." Sam shook his head.
"There master you rest now." Sam put his hand on top of his master's fevered brow and watched as he fell into a deep sleep with a smile on his face.
The night wore into another endless day...
"Oh, master put me on." It was the terrible ring, the one ring that Frodo had to bear to Mordor. His fevered mind was no match for the thing of evil and he found himself putting the ring on.
"Sam go to sleep..." The others had been taking it in turn to carry Frodo during their journey the next day and although the hobbit was the size of a small child he was still heavy. They broke early for camp and dinner and afterward set up watches as usual. As Frodo put on the ring it was Legolas' turn for watch. The elf looked casually towards the halfling disdainfully feeling his fevered brow and shaking his head. Illness like that rarely happened to elves he sniffed. He remembered that he had been told to get more firewood from the forest nearby. Torn between watching over Frodo, something Sam was most vehement about, and making sure that everyone was warm throughout the night. Legolas spread his elven cloak around the hobbit and went on his way hoping that its magical properties would protect Frodo.
"Now little hobbit follow I" Frodo hardly believed his eyes, as they're in front of him in the strange darkness of the ring world was Gollum.
"Where are you taking me?" Frodo thought and Gollum answered.
"To the Master" The strange hobbit ran off and it was all Frodo could do to keep up with it.
If Frodo had been weak before now he felt...good, strong, well? Frodo shook his head not understanding the terrible power of the Ring.
"Frodo Baggins!!!"
A voice came from a tower that had suddenly appeared or had he suddenly appeared in front of the tower? Confused again Frodo nodded.
"I am he.."
"You bear my ring! Bring it to me, but not now, that is not my plan. Stay on your quest, until the end."
There was terrible laughter.
"I know that you are deathly ill Ring bearer, my ring will cure you but for a price."
Frodo gulped. "Name it Oh Sauron!" He thought rather than said.
"Your soul!"
Will Frodo agree to give his soul to Sauron to save himself, if so how could he give up the ring at the end of the quest? Exactly think about it.
More reviews pretty pretty please. I love them. Actually you have all been very kind..