22. Sango
26. Unrest Feeling
30. Kikyou (DEFINITELY this one)
31. An Elegy
32. End of Sorrow
33. Kagome and Inu-Yasha
those...especiallyyyyyyyy Kikyou...it reminds me of the mood for Sam when he first wakes up. Sorta like in that uh ep about Miroku...or uh, i forget, but Inu-Yasha is thinking of Kikyou and he is like "where are you, my Kikyou?" and that sad music is on...thats the music. it reminds you of something you've lost...=\ it's really sad ;.; but anyway...on with the story. (the crappy one by FuuH)
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Sam wrapped Frodo's ruined cloak around his shoulders and felt it gently. I'll hold onto this for you Master Frodo...Don't worry, I'll find you, or find who did this to you....he thought. He really didn't have a clue of what happened, he just assumed someone attacked him. He didn't really know what to believe anymore...only believing in himself worked now. And even that didn't help enough.
"As my Gaffer says, you shouldn't let the time you have go to waste, because it won't wait for you." He shrugged and began walking up a smooth hill, that lead to a scene above a flat land. The wind played with the grass, making it dance in directions, causing pictures to form. Sam wondered if he'd find Frodo in that land...or if Frodo was even alive. "Well, you old ass," he said to himself. "Don't waste that time. I have some hope to lean on...and my weak heart says Frodo still lives."
So, as the hours went, Sam walked on sore feet, sometimes crawling from aching with hunger, and then limping there and then. He could swear he heard footsteps all around the grassy areas...if they were watching, he couldn't tell, but he tried to pretend it was all in his mind. The clouds still hung in the sky, still there from when the morning painted them...and slowly they moved.
It was then, just as Sam admired the picture in the sky, that the clouds turned on him and began to change into grey. They moved faster, and covered the Sun that was there to be a companion. Sam shivered and shut his eyes, hoping it'd end soon. But it didn't. It was as if everything was turing black, like a welcoming to some dark lord. The wind twisted and stabbed him with dead cold, and the darkness held him at every corner. He knelt to the ground, gripping for anything he could find.
"What is with this torture?" he yelled, lifting one eyelid to see if he could find something to grab hold of. The wind grew faster, trying to pull him and take him with them. It felt to him like the hand of some demon was grabbing to his shoulder and trying to take him.
"H-h-help.." he called low enough to be a whisper. He turned his head and saw it was like a transparent hand digging into his flesh, and he could almost see a grin in the air. He shut his eyes and screamed in pain, "Master Frodo!" He shook his head violently and fell completely to the ground. "Master...are you alright?" he called out.
He opened his eyes and realized Frodo was not there, and could never be there. "Why?" he said below his own voice, in a drowning sorrow. "Why is this all happening? This pain won't leave my side, in this never-ending darkness...and I still have not found my beloved Frodo." He twitched with tears and finally screamed, and turning around, he tried to push his hand through the darkness. Nothing seemed to happen. He gripped his shoulder, and tried to pull out the unknown hand that clawed at him so.
He almost gave up, until when the moment came, a small shadowed figure came and cut through the strong winds. Sam couldn't make out who or what it was, but he gasped when he was able to notice the figures facial features. "Mr. Frodo?" he called out, jumping from the ground where he cowered. The clouds still covered the mid-day land for Sam to see. "Mr. Frodo...?" he answered a bit softly.
"Master, it's me...Samwise. Samwise Gamgee. You remember your Sam, don't you?"
The figure wouldn't answer.
Sam's eye twitched a bit, from neither sadness nor anger. "Now look here," he growled. "Who are you, if you are not Master Frodo?" Why are you acting like that, Frodo? he wondered. And why am I like this?...
The shadow turned, and began to run back down the plain.
"Wait...wait a second!" cried Sam. He dropped his bag and began to chase the figure.
He gasped heavily, trying to catch his breath. He wasn't very physical, and for him to catch up to the stranger was impossible. It made Sam unsure if it was Frodo or not, because of the speed the stranger possessed. He also wondered if this new being was against or with him, or just saving him.
Finally, the figure began to slow down, just before the entrance to a deep wood. Sam caught up about a half a minute later, bending and wheezing. He fell to the floor, landing on his knees and hands, and begged, "Please, unknown Sir, I wish to speak to you."
Sam glared at the figure a bit, finally getting a real look, though the dark clouds still covered the day. Moments later the figure replied, "Master Gamgee, you may speak as you like." Sam was astonished at the voice this man possessed. It was neither deep nor high, not pure nor evil. It was...nothing. "Well...I," he said wearily, sitting back up right. "I want to know what happened back there."
The man made no movement, and it surprised Sam how he didn't turn around once. Actually, it was rather rude. "It was a demon. A new devilry, one I'm sure you have never heard of. Actually, one of the many. It travels by dark winds. Dark winds that come often in Mordor." Sam put his hand to his chin and thought. His voice isn't very familiar. I don't think it's Frodo...But he wasn't sure for a fact.
"I see..." mumbled Sam.
"I do not think you do," replied the stranger.
"And why would you be rude enough to say such a thing? I give you my deepest thanks for saving me from that wretched, demon as you say, but I do have a right to know who you are and why you would save me." Sam felt very rude as of up to then. He didn't feel like taking anything from anyone at all, because Frodo was on his mind...and Frodo was what he wanted.
"I am someone you have most needed for a while now," the voice seemed to have changed.
"Ohh, and really?" Sam said cluelessly, in an irritated tone. "Kind stranger, you don't know what I've been through as of up to now. I've been looking for something very important to me, and close to my heart. And I feel it's all my fault. I've had to endure much up til now...and you're the first I've met along the way. I wouldn't mind if you beared with me."
The stranger looked as though it had been hit in the head with a rock. He stood there for a while, hands at side, head bent into thinking.
This riddle has become more challenging...My slow Gaffer mind would never solve it in time's giving. Sam sighed. Finally, the figure had gave the notion to turn.
Sam gave a low gasp. The stranger turned so that the angle of his face would only show Sam his cheeks. Sam felt like he had been beaten with a rake when he saw the pure white of the stranger's cheeks, and his brown hair. It was all he could see of him. Nothing else...not even his eyes.
"You...you...you remind me of someone..." Sam finally allowed himself to say. "Someone I dearly love..."
"Samwise Gamgee," the stranger whispered. "I hate you and I love you..."
The unknown man, turned and ran into the tangled forest. Sam sat there on the hard ground, stunned. His eyes twitched with a bitter sadness, and he realized what had happened. He wouldn't be able to follow the 'stranger' now...nor think of him...for his heart was now more blinded than before.
As Sam realized this, drums rang in the sky, lightning clashed, and rain began to fall...