Yay! I finally finished "Sailing on the Big Blue Wet thing"! Now I get to
finish this one! I'm so happiful! I may not be able to update for a while
even though I am finished with all (yes ALL) the chapters because I don't
have internet at my house so yeah, there might be long periods between
updates and there might not even hardly be any at all! Anyhoo, hope you
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Sam lowered the elven light slowly and warily made his way towards Frodo. At least he thought this time is was Frodo. The small figure was shaking and Sam heard a small moan.
"Sam...?" Frodo asked looking up.
Sam ran to his master and pulled him into his arms.
"Oh, Master Frodo," he sobbed, not able to keep back the tears.
"Oh, Sam," Frodo said, tears silently running down his face. "Sam, I'm so sorry. So sorry."
"It's alright now, Mr. Frodo," Sam said trying to stop his tears.
"It was so horrible," he continued, "all the faces, all the claws groping at my face, the whips... oh Sam!" he stopped talking and put his face into Sam's shoulder, sobs racking his body.
Sam embraced his master and, even though the position they were in was not one of the best, gladness filled his heart. His master was with him again, though it pained him to see Frodo in this condition; sobbing uncontrollably as foul memories of what had happened went through his mind. They sat where they were for some time until Frodo's breaths evened out and he was no longer crying, but still clinging to Sam desperately.
Frodo looked about him; struck with a sudden thought, his eyes fell on a wretched crumpled heap that was Gollum.
"Sam...!" he said breathlessly.
Sam looked at where Frodo pointed out and sighed.
"I killed him, Sam!" Frodo said mournfully, "I killed him! I know he deserved it, but for it to be me to have done the killing... He had guided us, I had been his master and for a short time his friend, and I killed him," he buried his face in Sam's shirt again, more of shame than of sadness.
"It was his own fault, Master," Sam said softly, "He attacked me, and though you weren't in your right mind at the moment, you still defended me from him. He could have killed me, but you got him. And he delivered you to the enemy. Don't think on it, Mr. Frodo. You can't blame yourself for the wretched creature."
Frodo looked up at Sam's face.
"Thank you, Sam. Though I still feel terrible, you're right," he let go of Sam and sat looking around. "Well, we're in a fix, Sam. I don't know what to do next."
"We should take the ring to the Mountain of Fire, Mr. Frodo. We still can't give up the journey we set out to do," Sam said in a matter of fact way that only Sam Gamgee could pull off without sounding out of place in the middle of a barren land.
"Yes, I know," Frodo agreed, "But how do we start? What do we do to begin?"
"For one thing, Mr. Frodo, your going to put on my elven cloak. You can't go wondering around in nothing and that big cloak you were wearing in just to big and those clothes. They'd be to heavy, so you can wear my cloak around you waste and fasten it with a bit of the rope," Sam said.
Frodo smiled. "Yes, Sam that I think we should start out with. Then we have to somehow find where we are and how to get to the Mountain-" Frodo stopped and suddenly winced.
"Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked worriedly.
Frodo's eyes closed as if trying to block out an image or memory.
"Hold onto my hand, Sam," he whispered hurriedly.
Sam took his hand, confused.
"They're trying to get me back," Frodo went on.
Sam's eyes got wide with understanding and fright. He pulled Frodo into his arms.
"It's going to be alright, Mr. Frodo," he said, "I won't let them take you."
"They're getting hold of me! Sam! Whatever happens you are always my friend! If they get me again and I come after you, you have to swear that you won't hesitate just because it used to be me. If I attack you must fight back! Kill me if that's the cost!" Frodo said hurriedly.
"No, Mr. Frodo!" Sam said, close to tears.
"Swear to me, Sam! It won't be long now! I can feel them taking me! Swear to me, Sam!" Frodo said, his own voice breaking.
"I... I swear, Mr. Frodo," Sam said, finally unable to hold back his tears and they slid down his face.
"Sam, you'll always be my friend, and I love you, don't ever forget that. You are my closest and most cherished friend," Frodo said holding Sam tightly, "Goodbye, Sam. He's going to take me soon."
"No, Mr. Frodo! No!" Sam said holding onto him tighter.
"Goodbye, Sam," Frodo said, and suddenly disappeared from the embrace.
Sam fell to the ground and didn't bother to even try to get up. Sobs racked his body. Why? Why did life have to be so cruel?
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Sam lowered the elven light slowly and warily made his way towards Frodo. At least he thought this time is was Frodo. The small figure was shaking and Sam heard a small moan.
"Sam...?" Frodo asked looking up.
Sam ran to his master and pulled him into his arms.
"Oh, Master Frodo," he sobbed, not able to keep back the tears.
"Oh, Sam," Frodo said, tears silently running down his face. "Sam, I'm so sorry. So sorry."
"It's alright now, Mr. Frodo," Sam said trying to stop his tears.
"It was so horrible," he continued, "all the faces, all the claws groping at my face, the whips... oh Sam!" he stopped talking and put his face into Sam's shoulder, sobs racking his body.
Sam embraced his master and, even though the position they were in was not one of the best, gladness filled his heart. His master was with him again, though it pained him to see Frodo in this condition; sobbing uncontrollably as foul memories of what had happened went through his mind. They sat where they were for some time until Frodo's breaths evened out and he was no longer crying, but still clinging to Sam desperately.
Frodo looked about him; struck with a sudden thought, his eyes fell on a wretched crumpled heap that was Gollum.
"Sam...!" he said breathlessly.
Sam looked at where Frodo pointed out and sighed.
"I killed him, Sam!" Frodo said mournfully, "I killed him! I know he deserved it, but for it to be me to have done the killing... He had guided us, I had been his master and for a short time his friend, and I killed him," he buried his face in Sam's shirt again, more of shame than of sadness.
"It was his own fault, Master," Sam said softly, "He attacked me, and though you weren't in your right mind at the moment, you still defended me from him. He could have killed me, but you got him. And he delivered you to the enemy. Don't think on it, Mr. Frodo. You can't blame yourself for the wretched creature."
Frodo looked up at Sam's face.
"Thank you, Sam. Though I still feel terrible, you're right," he let go of Sam and sat looking around. "Well, we're in a fix, Sam. I don't know what to do next."
"We should take the ring to the Mountain of Fire, Mr. Frodo. We still can't give up the journey we set out to do," Sam said in a matter of fact way that only Sam Gamgee could pull off without sounding out of place in the middle of a barren land.
"Yes, I know," Frodo agreed, "But how do we start? What do we do to begin?"
"For one thing, Mr. Frodo, your going to put on my elven cloak. You can't go wondering around in nothing and that big cloak you were wearing in just to big and those clothes. They'd be to heavy, so you can wear my cloak around you waste and fasten it with a bit of the rope," Sam said.
Frodo smiled. "Yes, Sam that I think we should start out with. Then we have to somehow find where we are and how to get to the Mountain-" Frodo stopped and suddenly winced.
"Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked worriedly.
Frodo's eyes closed as if trying to block out an image or memory.
"Hold onto my hand, Sam," he whispered hurriedly.
Sam took his hand, confused.
"They're trying to get me back," Frodo went on.
Sam's eyes got wide with understanding and fright. He pulled Frodo into his arms.
"It's going to be alright, Mr. Frodo," he said, "I won't let them take you."
"They're getting hold of me! Sam! Whatever happens you are always my friend! If they get me again and I come after you, you have to swear that you won't hesitate just because it used to be me. If I attack you must fight back! Kill me if that's the cost!" Frodo said hurriedly.
"No, Mr. Frodo!" Sam said, close to tears.
"Swear to me, Sam! It won't be long now! I can feel them taking me! Swear to me, Sam!" Frodo said, his own voice breaking.
"I... I swear, Mr. Frodo," Sam said, finally unable to hold back his tears and they slid down his face.
"Sam, you'll always be my friend, and I love you, don't ever forget that. You are my closest and most cherished friend," Frodo said holding Sam tightly, "Goodbye, Sam. He's going to take me soon."
"No, Mr. Frodo! No!" Sam said holding onto him tighter.
"Goodbye, Sam," Frodo said, and suddenly disappeared from the embrace.
Sam fell to the ground and didn't bother to even try to get up. Sobs racked his body. Why? Why did life have to be so cruel?