Here it is,the shocking conclusion.Not much of a build up.
DISCLAIMER:The characters do not belong to me.They belong to the genious Tolkien.
Note:This the END...well maybe.I wrote the rest in one chapter so I wouldn't deprive you.
Warning:It has a sucky ending.I'm not good with endings.
Wam Blood on a Cold Blade. Chapter 2
It was a cruel black night Frodo walked.He saw a faint outline of Sam in front of him.Other than that he saw nothing
else.As they tread after Gollum Frodo tired.Not long until he could hhere his heart beat and hard breaths in his ears.
They reached a small clearing.Lightly the moon shined behind the clouds.Frodo could see an almost clear image
of Sam.Gollum ordered the hobbits to rest while he scouted ahead.He disapeared in the bushes.Sam and Frodo
collapsed on the ground.Laying there gasping for air.Gollum's stealth was a little to much for weary hobbits.
Frodo studied Sam.First staring into his warm eyes,then lowering to look at his bandage.Memories of the past
day flooded back to Frodo.Not he or Sam mentioned a thing to Gollum.Strangley Gollum either didn't notice or
didn't care to ask.
Thoughts coming back to Frodo mad him uneasy and tense.Threatening Sam,injuring him,and tasting his blood.
Oh yes.His sweet blood.He could taste it on his tongue.Frodo closed his eyes and licked his lips in sensation.
"Mr.Frodo?"whispered Sam,"Are you okay,sir?"Frodo stirred away from his horrid thoughts and gazed at Sam.
"I am fine Sam.How can you forgive me?What I have done......will kill me in the end."Frodo looked down at his
hands."These hands will destroy one of us in the end.I feel it."
"There is no way of knowing that,sir.Besides,concentrate your thoughts on something more pleasant.If you keep
thinking about it only evil will come."Sam put his arm around Frodo.
"You can not possibly understand what it's like being me.Pain and discomfort are now my life."
"Stop this.I would give you my whole arm if it would make you stop saying those dreadful things."At this Frodo
perked.Something triggered deep inside him.He turned to Sam,giving him an identicle stare as before.
"What did I tell you about your silly promises.Your blood haunts my memory."Frodo edged closer to his servant.
Sam's scent filled his nose.Blood on cold blades polluted his mind.
'Could he ask Sam for another taste?No,he couldn't.After all they had been through.His servant has had enough.
Yet servant he is.Serving you to the best of his duties is his purpose.A sincere friend he is for following me,loyal
and just.Coward and foolish dog;he is a nuisance',Arguements like this ran ever wildly through Frodo's mind.
"Sam,I do not enjoy asking this but...can I ask of you a....another..."Frodo hesitated.His addiction wasn't easy.Sam
removed his arm from Frodo."A drop of blood is all I ask.Just a drop!"
Sam could not believe what he was hearing.Frodo has gone mad.Irrepressibly mad.He could not let Frodo have
another "taste".....could he?His love and devotion would soon tell.
"Forget it.I can not ask you to carry such a foul burden.It is somethung that shan't be done."Sam could swear he
saw a tear escape Frodo,but in dark it was hard to tell."What kind of unholy creature have I become?"
Looking down Sam couldn't understand it.This was crazy.He put a hand on his wound.Feelings he had for his
master were complex.Was what he was about to do help or hurt his master?
"If this is the only way I can comfort you sir....so be it,"Sam said reluctantly.Slowly he removed the cloak bandage
around his arm.The wound was a long way from healing.Blood began to remerge from the injury.Sam held out his
arm infront of Frodo like a dinner plate.He closed his eyes and turned his head away.
Frodo held his hands under Sam's arm to ease tension.But what could ease anyone in days like these?His face
leaned over a few meer inches from Sam's gash.As much as he wanted to taste the blood,what little bit untainted
in him stopped him.
"Please sir,go on.Remember,only a few drops.Just hurry.Waiting is torture."Sam was already regreting the
decision.The words weren't comforting,but before another thought entered Frodo's head he lightly licked the blood
from the wound.Sam took a quick breath.
Frodo savored the blood in his mouth.How tasty.How sweet.Blood tasted much better on flesh.He licked again.
His tongue was gentle.Like a kitten drinking milk.This was all to much for Sam to bare.Sam jerked away his arm
from Frodo.He held it close to his chest.
"Sam,what are you doing?!"Frodo asked surprised.Blood was around his mouth.
"You can not do this,sir.It isn't right.Now you must forgive me."Sam was frightened.Frodo stood up and wiped the
blood from his mouth.He looked down on Sam with disgust.
"Cowardly worm.You can not deny the Ring-Bearer."yelled Frodo.Sam was confused."Do you remember your
vow,Sam?"
Sting was unsheathed by Frodo.He weilded the sword violently over his head.He was not Frodo.He was not
anything but evil.Frodo kicked Sam to the ground.Sam's back ached as it touched the dead grass.Taking Sting,
Frodo ripped a vertical line down Sam's shirt.Wind blew fiercly.Practicly blinding Sam.
"Remember your vow foolish servant.'I would die for you Mr.Frodo.'Die you shall.Your blood is mine."Sam felt the
cold blade on his bare chest.The inevitable end was upon him.He was going to die.Frodo planned to feast upon
him after his death."Do you have any last words Samwise Gamgee?"
"Yes.I will honor even a coward like you."With that Sam closed his eyes for the last time and took a deep breath.
Darkness came across Frodo's face and drove the mighty Elven blade into his servant's chest.After that all went
black.
Frodo awoke and quickly sat up.Daylight was still upon him.He was sweating and shaking.His sleep was uneasy.
Trying to remember where he was,Frodo looked around.Only a few feet away he spotted Sam.This Sam wasn't
dead.This Sam was smiling in his pleasant dream.
Sam still had the bandage around hi arm,but other than that he was fine.Frodo realized that he had dreamed the
horribl;e murder of Sam.It was so real.How could that be a dream?Dream or no dream Frodo got up to inspect
Sam.He slowly walked and kneeled by his loyal servant.Frodo had the scent of Sam's filthy blood in his nose.
With out thinking Frodo ran his hand over Sam's injury.Urges for the taste once again corrupted his mind.
He had to put a stop to this at once.Before his dream became a reallity.Frodo wasn't good at making hasty
choices.He was weak and didn't know how much longer he could travel like this.Sam and Gollum made it
look to easy.
"That's it.I will leave someone stronger to the task,"said Frodo softly to himself.He slowly withdrew Sting.This
blade and Ring was what caused his mess in the first place.Frodo's frustrations were to much for him,and this
(to him)was the best solution.He planned to take his life.
"Sword.Right the wrong.Make the Journey that was too strong for me succeed in my servant!"Sam awoke at
Frodo's voice to see a horrible sight.
"Noooo!Frodo!"Sam was to late,just then Frodo stabbed himself in his lower abdomend.He looked at Sam,
removing his hand to reveal blood.
"One of us would fail.....i felt it.You must go......Sam....you..are the...last hope......succeed."Frodo fell to the ground
dead.Sam rushed towards him and held Frodo in his arms.
He was right.One of them would be destroyed in the end......in the end.
DISCLAIMER:The characters do not belong to me.They belong to the genious Tolkien.
Note:This the END...well maybe.I wrote the rest in one chapter so I wouldn't deprive you.
Warning:It has a sucky ending.I'm not good with endings.
Wam Blood on a Cold Blade. Chapter 2
It was a cruel black night Frodo walked.He saw a faint outline of Sam in front of him.Other than that he saw nothing
else.As they tread after Gollum Frodo tired.Not long until he could hhere his heart beat and hard breaths in his ears.
They reached a small clearing.Lightly the moon shined behind the clouds.Frodo could see an almost clear image
of Sam.Gollum ordered the hobbits to rest while he scouted ahead.He disapeared in the bushes.Sam and Frodo
collapsed on the ground.Laying there gasping for air.Gollum's stealth was a little to much for weary hobbits.
Frodo studied Sam.First staring into his warm eyes,then lowering to look at his bandage.Memories of the past
day flooded back to Frodo.Not he or Sam mentioned a thing to Gollum.Strangley Gollum either didn't notice or
didn't care to ask.
Thoughts coming back to Frodo mad him uneasy and tense.Threatening Sam,injuring him,and tasting his blood.
Oh yes.His sweet blood.He could taste it on his tongue.Frodo closed his eyes and licked his lips in sensation.
"Mr.Frodo?"whispered Sam,"Are you okay,sir?"Frodo stirred away from his horrid thoughts and gazed at Sam.
"I am fine Sam.How can you forgive me?What I have done......will kill me in the end."Frodo looked down at his
hands."These hands will destroy one of us in the end.I feel it."
"There is no way of knowing that,sir.Besides,concentrate your thoughts on something more pleasant.If you keep
thinking about it only evil will come."Sam put his arm around Frodo.
"You can not possibly understand what it's like being me.Pain and discomfort are now my life."
"Stop this.I would give you my whole arm if it would make you stop saying those dreadful things."At this Frodo
perked.Something triggered deep inside him.He turned to Sam,giving him an identicle stare as before.
"What did I tell you about your silly promises.Your blood haunts my memory."Frodo edged closer to his servant.
Sam's scent filled his nose.Blood on cold blades polluted his mind.
'Could he ask Sam for another taste?No,he couldn't.After all they had been through.His servant has had enough.
Yet servant he is.Serving you to the best of his duties is his purpose.A sincere friend he is for following me,loyal
and just.Coward and foolish dog;he is a nuisance',Arguements like this ran ever wildly through Frodo's mind.
"Sam,I do not enjoy asking this but...can I ask of you a....another..."Frodo hesitated.His addiction wasn't easy.Sam
removed his arm from Frodo."A drop of blood is all I ask.Just a drop!"
Sam could not believe what he was hearing.Frodo has gone mad.Irrepressibly mad.He could not let Frodo have
another "taste".....could he?His love and devotion would soon tell.
"Forget it.I can not ask you to carry such a foul burden.It is somethung that shan't be done."Sam could swear he
saw a tear escape Frodo,but in dark it was hard to tell."What kind of unholy creature have I become?"
Looking down Sam couldn't understand it.This was crazy.He put a hand on his wound.Feelings he had for his
master were complex.Was what he was about to do help or hurt his master?
"If this is the only way I can comfort you sir....so be it,"Sam said reluctantly.Slowly he removed the cloak bandage
around his arm.The wound was a long way from healing.Blood began to remerge from the injury.Sam held out his
arm infront of Frodo like a dinner plate.He closed his eyes and turned his head away.
Frodo held his hands under Sam's arm to ease tension.But what could ease anyone in days like these?His face
leaned over a few meer inches from Sam's gash.As much as he wanted to taste the blood,what little bit untainted
in him stopped him.
"Please sir,go on.Remember,only a few drops.Just hurry.Waiting is torture."Sam was already regreting the
decision.The words weren't comforting,but before another thought entered Frodo's head he lightly licked the blood
from the wound.Sam took a quick breath.
Frodo savored the blood in his mouth.How tasty.How sweet.Blood tasted much better on flesh.He licked again.
His tongue was gentle.Like a kitten drinking milk.This was all to much for Sam to bare.Sam jerked away his arm
from Frodo.He held it close to his chest.
"Sam,what are you doing?!"Frodo asked surprised.Blood was around his mouth.
"You can not do this,sir.It isn't right.Now you must forgive me."Sam was frightened.Frodo stood up and wiped the
blood from his mouth.He looked down on Sam with disgust.
"Cowardly worm.You can not deny the Ring-Bearer."yelled Frodo.Sam was confused."Do you remember your
vow,Sam?"
Sting was unsheathed by Frodo.He weilded the sword violently over his head.He was not Frodo.He was not
anything but evil.Frodo kicked Sam to the ground.Sam's back ached as it touched the dead grass.Taking Sting,
Frodo ripped a vertical line down Sam's shirt.Wind blew fiercly.Practicly blinding Sam.
"Remember your vow foolish servant.'I would die for you Mr.Frodo.'Die you shall.Your blood is mine."Sam felt the
cold blade on his bare chest.The inevitable end was upon him.He was going to die.Frodo planned to feast upon
him after his death."Do you have any last words Samwise Gamgee?"
"Yes.I will honor even a coward like you."With that Sam closed his eyes for the last time and took a deep breath.
Darkness came across Frodo's face and drove the mighty Elven blade into his servant's chest.After that all went
black.
Frodo awoke and quickly sat up.Daylight was still upon him.He was sweating and shaking.His sleep was uneasy.
Trying to remember where he was,Frodo looked around.Only a few feet away he spotted Sam.This Sam wasn't
dead.This Sam was smiling in his pleasant dream.
Sam still had the bandage around hi arm,but other than that he was fine.Frodo realized that he had dreamed the
horribl;e murder of Sam.It was so real.How could that be a dream?Dream or no dream Frodo got up to inspect
Sam.He slowly walked and kneeled by his loyal servant.Frodo had the scent of Sam's filthy blood in his nose.
With out thinking Frodo ran his hand over Sam's injury.Urges for the taste once again corrupted his mind.
He had to put a stop to this at once.Before his dream became a reallity.Frodo wasn't good at making hasty
choices.He was weak and didn't know how much longer he could travel like this.Sam and Gollum made it
look to easy.
"That's it.I will leave someone stronger to the task,"said Frodo softly to himself.He slowly withdrew Sting.This
blade and Ring was what caused his mess in the first place.Frodo's frustrations were to much for him,and this
(to him)was the best solution.He planned to take his life.
"Sword.Right the wrong.Make the Journey that was too strong for me succeed in my servant!"Sam awoke at
Frodo's voice to see a horrible sight.
"Noooo!Frodo!"Sam was to late,just then Frodo stabbed himself in his lower abdomend.He looked at Sam,
removing his hand to reveal blood.
"One of us would fail.....i felt it.You must go......Sam....you..are the...last hope......succeed."Frodo fell to the ground
dead.Sam rushed towards him and held Frodo in his arms.
He was right.One of them would be destroyed in the end......in the end.