Sam dried off his sweaty forhead with the back of his hand as he dragged his big hobbit feet over the dusty black ground in Mordor. How long had he been walking?
There was no water left in his bottle and no water to get, but Gollum could be right behind him and that was what he feared. When Gollum had been on top of him with his long fingers around Sam's neck, he had realized there was more strength in that monster than he could have imagined and underestimating Gollum could lead him to an imidiate death.
Every second minute Sam stopped to listen for sounds around him, but the only sound that he could hear was his own nervous and heavy breathings.
But now when Sam stopped again he was certain that he could hear something coming from a near distance and it was not the first time the sound had found him. Instead of hiding like he had done last time he waited to see if it was the same horse. He was in danger and took a big risk, he knew that, but if it was an elf, maybe he had some water to spare or an idea of how the road would look like closer to MT. Doom.
But there, as the horse came closer, he could see something he thought was a mindtrick or a ghost. In front of a darkhaired pale elf was his best friend alive and relatively well looking.
"SAM!!" Frodo shouted and Sam had to grab his heart and could not believe what he was seeing.
"Frodo?" he said silently as the horse rode up to him, but the image of the hobbit was clear now, despite to the ashes and gloom. "Mr. Frodo! Frodo!!" Sam shouted back and Frodo jumped off the horse before it had a chance to stop.
The two friends embraced in a long hug, but as they were holding each other, someone else had put certain plans in to action and Sam's smile faded.
Frodo noticed his friend's sudden change in mood and feared what was going on behind his back. "Mr. Frodo..." Sam whispered and the hobbit turned around facing a black arrow.
Anarhin's bow was drawn and in his face they could spot a feeling of revenge and malicious pleasure.
"Anarhin..." Frodo said with disbelife. "Why are you doing this?"
"Give me the ring" the elf said sternly. "Or I will shall see that you will both die a very unpleasurus death"
Sam slowly moved his hand to the side of his belt where he kept sting, but his hands were shaking out of fear. At this moment he felt like the coward Gamgee whom he picture everyone at home singing about, but Frodo was standing still in front of Sam with the arrow touching his throat. Anarhin shot Sam an evil glare.
"The ring!" he shouted. "Give me the ring!"
"Now... I know why Legolas never spoke of his brother" Frodo uttered nervously.
Anarhin laughed mischieviously and removed the arrow from the scared hobbit's throat, but still kept it drawn, ready to shoot him if he had to.
"Legolas" he laughed. "Everybody's friend, my father's pride"
Sam reached the handle of Sting and slowly pulled it out of its sheeath, but too uncarefully and Anarhin spotted him. With the magical speed that a hobbit posessed Sam managed to get Sting out and hit the flying arrow before it could harm him.
Another arrow was picked out from the bag on Anarhin's back and he pointed it at Frodo, but Sam was in a hurry, there was no time to waste. A quick movement and the elven hand fell with a thump to the ground, still holding the bow.
A screm ecchoed through Mordor and blood flowed around the rocks and closer to the hobbits' feet.
"It is not over yet Samwise Gamgee!!" The harmed elf shouted and out of nowhere he pulled out a knife with the eye carved in its steel.
"I wouldn't be too sure!" Sam retorted and swung Sting against Anarhin's stomach where it hit him. He fell down on his knees and then with his head first down on to the ground where he landed in his own blood.
Sam ran up to Frodo and held him in his arms. "Are you all right Mr. Frodo?"
Frodo laid a hand on his throat and nodded slowly. "I think so"
There was no water left in his bottle and no water to get, but Gollum could be right behind him and that was what he feared. When Gollum had been on top of him with his long fingers around Sam's neck, he had realized there was more strength in that monster than he could have imagined and underestimating Gollum could lead him to an imidiate death.
Every second minute Sam stopped to listen for sounds around him, but the only sound that he could hear was his own nervous and heavy breathings.
But now when Sam stopped again he was certain that he could hear something coming from a near distance and it was not the first time the sound had found him. Instead of hiding like he had done last time he waited to see if it was the same horse. He was in danger and took a big risk, he knew that, but if it was an elf, maybe he had some water to spare or an idea of how the road would look like closer to MT. Doom.
But there, as the horse came closer, he could see something he thought was a mindtrick or a ghost. In front of a darkhaired pale elf was his best friend alive and relatively well looking.
"SAM!!" Frodo shouted and Sam had to grab his heart and could not believe what he was seeing.
"Frodo?" he said silently as the horse rode up to him, but the image of the hobbit was clear now, despite to the ashes and gloom. "Mr. Frodo! Frodo!!" Sam shouted back and Frodo jumped off the horse before it had a chance to stop.
The two friends embraced in a long hug, but as they were holding each other, someone else had put certain plans in to action and Sam's smile faded.
Frodo noticed his friend's sudden change in mood and feared what was going on behind his back. "Mr. Frodo..." Sam whispered and the hobbit turned around facing a black arrow.
Anarhin's bow was drawn and in his face they could spot a feeling of revenge and malicious pleasure.
"Anarhin..." Frodo said with disbelife. "Why are you doing this?"
"Give me the ring" the elf said sternly. "Or I will shall see that you will both die a very unpleasurus death"
Sam slowly moved his hand to the side of his belt where he kept sting, but his hands were shaking out of fear. At this moment he felt like the coward Gamgee whom he picture everyone at home singing about, but Frodo was standing still in front of Sam with the arrow touching his throat. Anarhin shot Sam an evil glare.
"The ring!" he shouted. "Give me the ring!"
"Now... I know why Legolas never spoke of his brother" Frodo uttered nervously.
Anarhin laughed mischieviously and removed the arrow from the scared hobbit's throat, but still kept it drawn, ready to shoot him if he had to.
"Legolas" he laughed. "Everybody's friend, my father's pride"
Sam reached the handle of Sting and slowly pulled it out of its sheeath, but too uncarefully and Anarhin spotted him. With the magical speed that a hobbit posessed Sam managed to get Sting out and hit the flying arrow before it could harm him.
Another arrow was picked out from the bag on Anarhin's back and he pointed it at Frodo, but Sam was in a hurry, there was no time to waste. A quick movement and the elven hand fell with a thump to the ground, still holding the bow.
A screm ecchoed through Mordor and blood flowed around the rocks and closer to the hobbits' feet.
"It is not over yet Samwise Gamgee!!" The harmed elf shouted and out of nowhere he pulled out a knife with the eye carved in its steel.
"I wouldn't be too sure!" Sam retorted and swung Sting against Anarhin's stomach where it hit him. He fell down on his knees and then with his head first down on to the ground where he landed in his own blood.
Sam ran up to Frodo and held him in his arms. "Are you all right Mr. Frodo?"
Frodo laid a hand on his throat and nodded slowly. "I think so"