Hiya! Here's the next chapter. Personally, I hate Frodo, but his friendship with Sam is so strong it's impossible to ignore. Again, this is movie verse.

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Frodo stood at the riverbank, the ring in his hand. His eyes were brimming with unshed tears. The fellowship was breaking. Hadn't Galadriel told him so? Hadn't he seen in the doubt in his companion's eyes?

Gandalf was the first to be torn from the Fellowship; he had defended them all from the Balrog of Moria on the bridge of Kazad-Dum, and had paid the ultimate price. They had all missed his wisdom and guidance. Frodo knew that all of the members of the Fellowship had known the wizard well, and he couldn't fathom how they had delt with the grief and pain of his loss.

Boromir. He had fallen to temptation in his despair for his people. He had attempted to take the ring from Frodo, and had succeeded in unintentionally convincing the hobbit to leave. But he had not been all bad; Frodo had seen the times where he had laughed long and hard at Merry and Pippin's antics, he had seen how he would talk for hours with Legolas about the differences in the training that their soldiers took, and the improvements that could be made.

Then it was Aragorn, who had thrown himself in to battle to prevent the Uruk-hai from catching him. The ranger was a great mystery. When Gandalf had fallen, Aragorn had been left with the task of guiding them all. Frodo had seen the look in Aragorn's eyes when he had offered him the ring. Not a look of temptation, like Boromir; but something deeper. But he had accepted that Frodo must leave, and had helped him.

Legolas and Gimli had most likely gone to Aragorn's aid. Those two had become a larger, warrior version of Merry and Pippin. Gimli was always boasting and telling stories and Legolas would come up with a dry, sarcastic comment or reply that would leave everyone in stitches and Gimli glaring and muttering to him self. But something had happened in Lothlorien. They had called a truce and had ceased their full scale arguments, turning them in to harmless banter.

He had hid behind a tree to hide from the Uruk's. Merry and Pippin had been there and when they had realized that he was leaving; there was acceptance, and on Pippins part confusion and defiance. They had acted as a distraction to draw the Uruk's away from Frodo. Merry and Pippin had been able to keep everyone's spirit's up on the seemingly impossible quest, and didn't realize how much they were appreciated.

And then there was Sam. He was going to miss Sam more than anyone else. Sam had always been there for him no matter what he did or where he was. Poor Sam; what was he going to do when he found out that he had left? Frodo hoped Aragorn would be able to keep his promise take care of the others like he had promised. But he wasn't sure he'd ever see them again.

He'd led them all in to this mess. If only he hadn't agreed to take the ring. They could all be alive, by a fire with a warm bed. They could be home. The memory of his own words from Moria came back to him unbidden. "I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened." "So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide." Frodo gasped sharply as Gandalf's last piece of advice echoed in his head. "All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you."

Frodo pushed the nearest boat away from the bank and jumped in. He grabbed the paddle and started to row.

He was almost halfway across when he Sam crashed out of the trees on to the shore.

"Frodo, no! Frodo! Mister Frodo!"

"No, Sam." Frodo said quietly and firmly as he continued to paddle away.

Sam shook his head and stubbornly ran in to the river; splashing loudly, and causing Frodo to look back.

"Go back, Sam!" Frodo cried, panicking. "I'm going to Mordor alone."

"Of course you are!" Sam exclaimed, as he waded so deep he was almost swimming, "and i'm coming with you!"

"You can't swim, Sam!" Frodo yelled when the thought struck."Sam!" He shouted panicked as Sam disappeared under the water.

He paddled back to where Sam had been, and plunged his hand in to the icy water; searching for his friend desperately. It found his wrist and after a moment Sam's hand tightened it's grip on Frodo's. Frodo ajusted his grip so they were hand in hand before pulled him out of the water and on to the boat, as he coughed and spluttered.

"I made a promise, Mister Frodo. A promise. 'Don't you leave him Samwise Gamgee.' and I don't mean to, i don't mean to."

Frodo looked sadly at him for a moment before finally managing to say, "Oh, Sam" and pulling him in to a tight hug. they stayed that way for what seemed like an age before breaking the embrace and looking at each other in the eye. "Come on." he said determindly, and they picked up the oars and paddled away to the other side.