With the worst part yet ahead of them the two friends shouldered their
package and continued to walk towards the mount of doom. Frodo knew the way
very well over the deserted smelly land.
"We should be there in about 10 hours, maybe more, maybe less" Frodo said and looked ahead of him where the firest stood high from the horizon and the air was filled with a thick black smoke.
"I will be glad when this is over wether we are dead or alive" Sam answered. "But it sure would be nice to be alive"
The hope was weak in the two hobbits so Frodo decided not to raise Sam's hopes of coming out of the adventure alive.
The hours went by slowly and soon there was barely any energy left in them while the air became pitch black, blinding them completely.
"I think our sight will be clearer further ahead" Frodo guessed. "Come on Sam, hurry up!"
But in the next second Frodo fell down on his knees with his hands clasping his heart.
Sam sat down beside his master and took him in his arms. "Lay down Mr. Frodo" he begged, but Frodo tried to get up. "No time to rest, we ne-" he slumped back on to the ground and Sam held him with his head in his lap. Once again Sam was faced with a difficult decision because Frodo was right, there was no time to rest and they had to move on. They were getting too close and he could feel the presence of all evil around him. If Gollum was still following them, he did not know, but the eye was watching them, the orchs and nazgûls were ready to attack at their most voulnerable moment.
This would be that moment. He suddenly realized what he had to do and without hesitation he was up on his feet again with Frodo in his arms. He looked like he was sleeping, but his skin was pale as the elves' and his lips were purple and dry. He was lighter than he had ever been and even if he had always been slim for a hobbit, he was now much leaner and had not been eating much for days.
Sam laid Frodo's arm around his neck and pushed him up over his shoulder. It was no burdon at all it seemed and it wasn't far now. Through the dust and still air he carried his master on his shoulder all the way to a bridge that would lead them over to the crack of doom.
Here he put Frodo down, took out the bottle and poured the last drops of water over his face.
Frodo's eyes opened and he sat up with surprise. "What's happening?"
"We're here Frodo, we're here now"
Frodo got up and looked over the unsteady bridge that would lead him to his goal.
"This is too easy" he muttered. "We haven't seen one orch or nazgûl... it's not right"
"Easy? You do not know what will happen before this is over Mr. Frodo" Sam said.
Frodo looked at his gardner and best friend. "Stay here Sam, I must go alone"
Sam would not let him go alone, but felt there was no deal with arguing about it.
"Yes Mr. Frodo" he lied.
Frodo went up to the bridge and looked down in to the crack. It was dark and bottomless, if he fell in here he would never return to the Shire. A flash from Gandalf's fall returned to him and a tear escaped his eye as he put the first foot on the wooden bridge.
Soon he was halfway over the bridge and looked straight forward to avoid fear, but fear was unavoidable in this country and there was nothing else but fear.
It went so fast, the wood under his feet broke and he fell through the hole, but miraculously he managed to grab hold of the edges, but he was weak.
Sam heard Frodo scream and without thinking he ran franatically over the bridge to the hole.
Frodo was grabbing the wood tightly, his knuckles turning white and his face was full of fear, sadness and without a sign of hope.
Sam grabbed Frodo's arms hard and pulled, but Sam wasn't strong enough.
He managed to get him a bit further up from the hole and told him to grab on to his legs while Sam pulled the elven rope from his bag. He took a big risk when he bent over the hole and quickly tied the rope around his master's waist.
Adrenaline was rushing through him and with the help of arms and feet he pused and pulled until Frodo was up, but not safe.
"You saved my life again Sam" Frodo cried and wrapped his arms around Sam.
Sam held Frodo in his arms, but didn't say a word.
You know I would die for you master Frodo. He thought to himself, but his thoughts were interrupted by a hissing. Gollum.
"Frodo! Hurry over the bridge, I will take care of this!"
"Sam!!" Frodo yelled, but Sam pushed him away and pulled Sting out of its sheath.
Frodo could do nothing else but to follow Sam's advice and quickly he was on fast ground near the roaring fires. The heat was burning his fair skin and the sweat rolled like drops over his dirty face.
Gollum easily jumped over the hole in the bridge and landed just in front of Sam who quickly pointed the sword at him, but Gollum had lost the fear for its power it seemed. The only fear he now had was that he would lose the ring, his precious.
"Ahh stupid hobbit! Curse you Gamgee!" He hissed and jumped to attack Sam, but he was quick and Sting hit him hard. Gollum fell to the floor on the bridge and Sam thought he was dead, but he got up and ran fast as a squirrel over the bridge to catch Frodo.
Sam wasn't slow either and soon caught up with him.
"Leave him alone!" he yelled and with a fast swing Gollums head was chopped off from his neck and rolled over the edge down in to the firest of Mount Doom.
"Frodo! Throw the ring now!"
Frodo hurried toward the fire, but suddenly stopped and backed off. He couldn't throw the ring down there. "No I can't, It would be stupid, It's my ring, I should keep it!" He yelled to no one in particular.
"No Frodo, you must cast it in tot he fire!"
"No!" Frodo answered and walked away from the fire, but Sam knew what he had to do.
He grabbed Frodo's wrist, but with violence Frodo fought him off, but Sam could not give up now when the fate of the ring all of a sudden depended on him.
Quickly he threw himself over Frodo who couldn't move under Sam's weight.
"get off me!! Leave me alone!! It's my ring you thief!" Frodo kept cursing Sam and the words hit him to tears, but he could not let it stop him. Having Frodo locked under him he ripped the chain off his neck and cast it towards the crack, but it landed on the edge.
Frodo's next move surprised Sam and couldn't stop Frodo who hurried to get the ring, but Sam was after him and kicked the ring over the edge where it disappeared.
"THE RING!!" Frodo cried out and Sam had to hold him to prevent him from jumping in with it.
Minutes later the whole situation changed. A loud cry and scream echoed through Mordor from the black tower and a rumbling sound.
Frodo fell down on the ground breathing heavily and clutching his chest with his hand.
Sam too felt how his strength subsided and fell down beside Frodo where he thought they would die together now when the ring was destroyed.
This was by the time Gandalf flew off with Gwaihir and the other eagles over the now destructing land of Darkness. Never, he hoped, would the land be rebuilt and bother Middle-Earth again.
There they are!!
"Down there!" Gandalf shouted to Gwaihir who flew down to Mt. Doom and landed on a big rock not far from where Sam and Frodo were laying lifeless.
With some help from the eagels he managed to get them up on Landroval's back who quickly flew off to get them out of Mordor.
Gandalf hopped up on Gawihir again who with a loud cry of victory lifted off and followed his brother.
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"We should be there in about 10 hours, maybe more, maybe less" Frodo said and looked ahead of him where the firest stood high from the horizon and the air was filled with a thick black smoke.
"I will be glad when this is over wether we are dead or alive" Sam answered. "But it sure would be nice to be alive"
The hope was weak in the two hobbits so Frodo decided not to raise Sam's hopes of coming out of the adventure alive.
The hours went by slowly and soon there was barely any energy left in them while the air became pitch black, blinding them completely.
"I think our sight will be clearer further ahead" Frodo guessed. "Come on Sam, hurry up!"
But in the next second Frodo fell down on his knees with his hands clasping his heart.
Sam sat down beside his master and took him in his arms. "Lay down Mr. Frodo" he begged, but Frodo tried to get up. "No time to rest, we ne-" he slumped back on to the ground and Sam held him with his head in his lap. Once again Sam was faced with a difficult decision because Frodo was right, there was no time to rest and they had to move on. They were getting too close and he could feel the presence of all evil around him. If Gollum was still following them, he did not know, but the eye was watching them, the orchs and nazgûls were ready to attack at their most voulnerable moment.
This would be that moment. He suddenly realized what he had to do and without hesitation he was up on his feet again with Frodo in his arms. He looked like he was sleeping, but his skin was pale as the elves' and his lips were purple and dry. He was lighter than he had ever been and even if he had always been slim for a hobbit, he was now much leaner and had not been eating much for days.
Sam laid Frodo's arm around his neck and pushed him up over his shoulder. It was no burdon at all it seemed and it wasn't far now. Through the dust and still air he carried his master on his shoulder all the way to a bridge that would lead them over to the crack of doom.
Here he put Frodo down, took out the bottle and poured the last drops of water over his face.
Frodo's eyes opened and he sat up with surprise. "What's happening?"
"We're here Frodo, we're here now"
Frodo got up and looked over the unsteady bridge that would lead him to his goal.
"This is too easy" he muttered. "We haven't seen one orch or nazgûl... it's not right"
"Easy? You do not know what will happen before this is over Mr. Frodo" Sam said.
Frodo looked at his gardner and best friend. "Stay here Sam, I must go alone"
Sam would not let him go alone, but felt there was no deal with arguing about it.
"Yes Mr. Frodo" he lied.
Frodo went up to the bridge and looked down in to the crack. It was dark and bottomless, if he fell in here he would never return to the Shire. A flash from Gandalf's fall returned to him and a tear escaped his eye as he put the first foot on the wooden bridge.
Soon he was halfway over the bridge and looked straight forward to avoid fear, but fear was unavoidable in this country and there was nothing else but fear.
It went so fast, the wood under his feet broke and he fell through the hole, but miraculously he managed to grab hold of the edges, but he was weak.
Sam heard Frodo scream and without thinking he ran franatically over the bridge to the hole.
Frodo was grabbing the wood tightly, his knuckles turning white and his face was full of fear, sadness and without a sign of hope.
Sam grabbed Frodo's arms hard and pulled, but Sam wasn't strong enough.
He managed to get him a bit further up from the hole and told him to grab on to his legs while Sam pulled the elven rope from his bag. He took a big risk when he bent over the hole and quickly tied the rope around his master's waist.
Adrenaline was rushing through him and with the help of arms and feet he pused and pulled until Frodo was up, but not safe.
"You saved my life again Sam" Frodo cried and wrapped his arms around Sam.
Sam held Frodo in his arms, but didn't say a word.
You know I would die for you master Frodo. He thought to himself, but his thoughts were interrupted by a hissing. Gollum.
"Frodo! Hurry over the bridge, I will take care of this!"
"Sam!!" Frodo yelled, but Sam pushed him away and pulled Sting out of its sheath.
Frodo could do nothing else but to follow Sam's advice and quickly he was on fast ground near the roaring fires. The heat was burning his fair skin and the sweat rolled like drops over his dirty face.
Gollum easily jumped over the hole in the bridge and landed just in front of Sam who quickly pointed the sword at him, but Gollum had lost the fear for its power it seemed. The only fear he now had was that he would lose the ring, his precious.
"Ahh stupid hobbit! Curse you Gamgee!" He hissed and jumped to attack Sam, but he was quick and Sting hit him hard. Gollum fell to the floor on the bridge and Sam thought he was dead, but he got up and ran fast as a squirrel over the bridge to catch Frodo.
Sam wasn't slow either and soon caught up with him.
"Leave him alone!" he yelled and with a fast swing Gollums head was chopped off from his neck and rolled over the edge down in to the firest of Mount Doom.
"Frodo! Throw the ring now!"
Frodo hurried toward the fire, but suddenly stopped and backed off. He couldn't throw the ring down there. "No I can't, It would be stupid, It's my ring, I should keep it!" He yelled to no one in particular.
"No Frodo, you must cast it in tot he fire!"
"No!" Frodo answered and walked away from the fire, but Sam knew what he had to do.
He grabbed Frodo's wrist, but with violence Frodo fought him off, but Sam could not give up now when the fate of the ring all of a sudden depended on him.
Quickly he threw himself over Frodo who couldn't move under Sam's weight.
"get off me!! Leave me alone!! It's my ring you thief!" Frodo kept cursing Sam and the words hit him to tears, but he could not let it stop him. Having Frodo locked under him he ripped the chain off his neck and cast it towards the crack, but it landed on the edge.
Frodo's next move surprised Sam and couldn't stop Frodo who hurried to get the ring, but Sam was after him and kicked the ring over the edge where it disappeared.
"THE RING!!" Frodo cried out and Sam had to hold him to prevent him from jumping in with it.
Minutes later the whole situation changed. A loud cry and scream echoed through Mordor from the black tower and a rumbling sound.
Frodo fell down on the ground breathing heavily and clutching his chest with his hand.
Sam too felt how his strength subsided and fell down beside Frodo where he thought they would die together now when the ring was destroyed.
This was by the time Gandalf flew off with Gwaihir and the other eagles over the now destructing land of Darkness. Never, he hoped, would the land be rebuilt and bother Middle-Earth again.
There they are!!
"Down there!" Gandalf shouted to Gwaihir who flew down to Mt. Doom and landed on a big rock not far from where Sam and Frodo were laying lifeless.
With some help from the eagels he managed to get them up on Landroval's back who quickly flew off to get them out of Mordor.
Gandalf hopped up on Gawihir again who with a loud cry of victory lifted off and followed his brother.
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