Sam could not let his hand off Sting now after the horrible encounter with Gollum. It was just a matter of time before he would try to attack him again.
Now he would have to walk until he fell to the ground of tiredness, for he was not in safety. If only I was not alone. He thought to himself and laid his hand on the pocket where he kept Galadriel's bottle of light.
"In lonely shoes I walk...
Without a friend along
Unknown words I talk
When I'm singing this song...
Far from home I am
On journey to the fire...
This is me it's Sam.
A hobbit from the Shire." *
Sam stopped his song as he heard the sounds of a horse coming closer, and without a second thought he took cover behind two big blocks of stone.
The horse passed him like the wind and Sam was soon up to see what it was.
A tall man with long dark hair and pointy ears on a hazelbrown beautiful horse was riding towards mt. Doom, but he seemed to be alone. Was this an elf? In Mordor?
With more insecurity he took a sip from the little water he had left and continued walking. His feet were soar from all the walking and he had lost a lot of weight since the day he left Hobbiton with Frodo. Sam had always loved food and as most hobbits he was a little chubby, but now he felt there were only skin and bones left of him even if he had a small amount of food in his bag. He felt it would come in handy later on, but it was not far from his goal and the ring seemed to weigh a ton around his neck.
Mordor was cold, but Sam was sweating and pulled off his hobbit jacket to put it in his bag. As he moved Galadriel's bottle to a safer place he came to think of Frodo's chainmail Mitrhil. He should have brought it with him, but at the same time it felt like his dead master would need it. Sam shook his head as if to get the bad thoughts off his mind. He didn't have time to dig himself down now, what he had to do was to find Mount Doom and throw the Ring in to its fires. All though the attachment to the ring was stronger than he had ever felt before. Would he have the strength to destroy it?
Frodo could see the volcanoe fires clearer than he had ever imagined he ever would before his death, and he wished he had never seen them. The thought of Sam being there alone and surrounded by the evil this country was filled with, it scared him to the edge of dispair. "I must get to Sam!" he shouted. "He's in danger, I can feel it!"
"I am afraid I do not think he has gotten this far Frodo" Anarhin shouted back.
Frodo froze. "You think we missed him?"
"I do not know, I did not see him, but it is dark and he may have heard the hoove sounds"
"Turn around!" Frodo demanded. "Turn around!!"
Anarhin held his horse in and stopped it.
"There is no turning back" he said slowly. "We will have to stay and wait for him by the mountain, if he manages to get this far"
Frodo jumped off the horse before Anarhin could say another word.
"I can not wait, I have to be with him!"
Anarhin sighed at the hobbit's stubborness.
"Then I will take you to him, but we have passed an orch camp and they are most likely on stronger guard now, I do not know if we can pass one more time"
"I do not care" Frodo was determined to find Sam. He had to be there somewhere, he could feel it in his heart.
* The song is written by me Alicia just so you know that and stuff :)
Now he would have to walk until he fell to the ground of tiredness, for he was not in safety. If only I was not alone. He thought to himself and laid his hand on the pocket where he kept Galadriel's bottle of light.
"In lonely shoes I walk...
Without a friend along
Unknown words I talk
When I'm singing this song...
Far from home I am
On journey to the fire...
This is me it's Sam.
A hobbit from the Shire." *
Sam stopped his song as he heard the sounds of a horse coming closer, and without a second thought he took cover behind two big blocks of stone.
The horse passed him like the wind and Sam was soon up to see what it was.
A tall man with long dark hair and pointy ears on a hazelbrown beautiful horse was riding towards mt. Doom, but he seemed to be alone. Was this an elf? In Mordor?
With more insecurity he took a sip from the little water he had left and continued walking. His feet were soar from all the walking and he had lost a lot of weight since the day he left Hobbiton with Frodo. Sam had always loved food and as most hobbits he was a little chubby, but now he felt there were only skin and bones left of him even if he had a small amount of food in his bag. He felt it would come in handy later on, but it was not far from his goal and the ring seemed to weigh a ton around his neck.
Mordor was cold, but Sam was sweating and pulled off his hobbit jacket to put it in his bag. As he moved Galadriel's bottle to a safer place he came to think of Frodo's chainmail Mitrhil. He should have brought it with him, but at the same time it felt like his dead master would need it. Sam shook his head as if to get the bad thoughts off his mind. He didn't have time to dig himself down now, what he had to do was to find Mount Doom and throw the Ring in to its fires. All though the attachment to the ring was stronger than he had ever felt before. Would he have the strength to destroy it?
Frodo could see the volcanoe fires clearer than he had ever imagined he ever would before his death, and he wished he had never seen them. The thought of Sam being there alone and surrounded by the evil this country was filled with, it scared him to the edge of dispair. "I must get to Sam!" he shouted. "He's in danger, I can feel it!"
"I am afraid I do not think he has gotten this far Frodo" Anarhin shouted back.
Frodo froze. "You think we missed him?"
"I do not know, I did not see him, but it is dark and he may have heard the hoove sounds"
"Turn around!" Frodo demanded. "Turn around!!"
Anarhin held his horse in and stopped it.
"There is no turning back" he said slowly. "We will have to stay and wait for him by the mountain, if he manages to get this far"
Frodo jumped off the horse before Anarhin could say another word.
"I can not wait, I have to be with him!"
Anarhin sighed at the hobbit's stubborness.
"Then I will take you to him, but we have passed an orch camp and they are most likely on stronger guard now, I do not know if we can pass one more time"
"I do not care" Frodo was determined to find Sam. He had to be there somewhere, he could feel it in his heart.
* The song is written by me Alicia just so you know that and stuff :)