I don't own LOTR…I wish I did. I don't make any profit from the use of same…I wish I did but I'd probably get thrown in jail. This is fanfic. And it's a bit AU.
It's also a drabble. A drabble is a self-contained work of 100 words.
FIRE AND ICE
Sharp edged agony of ice slicing through his soul. Calm voice beyond.
"I see it."
Pressure in his chest . . . probing . . . tugging. He shrieks his loss, suddenly bereft of pain . . . only proof of life for many days.
A gruff, familiar voice. "Is he awake?"
"Barely." A voice exhaling warm summer twilight. "Sleep, Frodo. You are safe."
Warm fingers stroke his brow, trailing comfort in their wake and he inhales deeply of athelas and roses. The rush of distant falls washes away final echoes of pain and consciousness, flooding his heart with peace.
END