don't face your sorrow alone.
know that I'll always
be there with you, without fail.
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The beat of the rain set a broken melody, a melody that eased Frodo's parched body, and withered away his already ruined heart. It felt like years had passed by, that yesteryear had already come and gone. He wouldn't accept the fact it had only been a few days ago he refused Sam, and that he had to leave his pained expressions. He wanted to be there to ease them, and to hold him.
Frodo shivered and held himself, letting the rain cover him. Sam...everytime he thought of him, his heart would twitch in agony. It was like something controlled his body...something controlled his thoughts...his heart...his soul.
"Sam," he tried to smile through his pain, "I don't know what's happening...but I've felt this way for a while..." Frodo could remember all that he felt before that night...He had been feeling very lonesome, as if the burden had grown stronger. It pulled him down in both strength and confidence...and he felt lower than the fall off Khazad-Dûm.
He felt like something was taking his life away. Like something had come to get him. It burned in the bottom of his heart...and then it happened, he had a dream. He didn't want to remember it...but it came back to him, flowing like the river that now came from his eyes.
He was walking through a beautiful patch of woodland, humming so that the birds could hum along, and just admiring summertime's warmth. The sun basted the trees with it's afternoon smile. Frodo wanted to jump in with the trees and smile back, until a a great darkness surrounded him. Death was hugging him, and he pleaded that it wasn't his end. Two great figures stood above him, towering him with their evil grins and their black eyes.
"Help me! Help!" he yelled, but as he did, one of the tall figures closed in on him, and wrapped there arms like claws around Frodo's weak body. Frodo screamed, then realizing he was being craddled by Sam.
"Master Frodo..." he said stroking Frodo's hair. "Are you alright?"
Frodo shook with fear and pushed furiously away from Sam.
"Frodo, what's wrong? Why do you push away from your Sam...?"
Frodo stared at him as though he were a complete stranger. His whole body trembled and his eyes were twitching with fear. He snapped his eyes shut, he was yelling at himself inside, screaming 'What is wrong with you Frodo! You even cower from a hobbit as sweet as Sam.' Another voice seemed to talk back in his other, whispering 'And what does that mean? You stupid git, you don't even see it!'
"See what?" Frodo shouted aloud. Sam shook and leaned back further from Frodo.
"Mr...Mr. Frodo...?" Sam reached his hand out to Frodo.
Frodo shook, and curled down, holding his head. Sam gently placed his hand on the waves of brown Frodo posessed. Frodo looked up from cowering...and stared into Sam's eyes...cotemplating his companion's intentions.
Deep down he felt stupid for being suspicious. But a voice spoke again...screaming now more than before, 'Don't trust him! Don't even try!'
"No!" Frodo screamed, pushing Sam away, and throwing himself against the wall. He heard more screaming, and the laughter that overwhelmed him...and forced tears in his eyes. the devilry would not stop. He knew he could trust Sam...but then, why?
Sam came rushing to Frodo...trying to pull his hands from his head, but he resisted. "Master! Master Frodo! Snap out of it! It's me..your Sam!"
Frodo dropped his screams, and looked at Sam again. Sam smiled at him, feeling as though he got through to him. Frodo gave way, falling into Sam's prepared arms.
'Idiot!' a voice whispered in his one ear. 'You KNOW what he'll do. You KNOW it.'
"I don't know!" he yelled. He shook more in Sam's arms...forgetting the rare position he was in. Sam still couldn't tell what Frodo's problem was. He had no clue what to do. Frodo shook like a wet kitten, lost and confused, and unaware of who cared for him or not. Sam felt like he had only one option, and staring at his scared shaking eyes, kissed above his brow, and whiped his tears.
Frodo jumped back, and became calm, though still surprised by Sam's action. Sam came forward to Frodo, and whispered, "Are you alright now, sir? What was wrong with you?" Sam still felt uncomfortable about Frodo looking at him like a stranger. He reached out, notioning to place his hand on Frodo's chest. Frodo screamed and plunged forward, scratching Sam and ripping his garments.
Sam pushed Frodo away...and began to hold his wrist to the ground. Frodo stared at him, and felt more insecure by his flaring eyes. Sam lifted his hand, and slapped Frodo across the face. They both fell silent.
Frodo held to the ring that slept on his chain. He gripped it like it was his only friend. He knew there was more to the dream...but he only remembered then. He remembered Sam's unreal kiss on his brow. Frodo almost felt enlightened at the thought...until he then again realized he was in a land of doom.
"I can't forgive myself..." He hit the ground, digging his fingers deep into the soil. His tears watered the earth...and he wrapped his face in his arms. "I never will forgive myself..."