Author's note- From now on, if he wasn't before (I have all my early
chapters saved on my computer at my dad's house), Frodo is about five foot
seven, and is fully human (both of those things only when he's in Leah's
world), so as to blend in, and for my purposes.
WARNING: SERIOUS ANGST AHEAD. Do NOT read if you faint easily, have not read the last chapter, or are asleep. That is all.
* An hour later *
I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Because Harry, Ron, and Hermione wanted to experience all that was Muggle, they had changed their features using magic and left for a walk. They told me they'd not be back for a couple of hours, and I was in no hurry for then to come back. I choked on another dry sob, knowing, but not caring, that I should get presentable, as my mother would be home soon. It was over. All over. My life, which had, up until Frodo came, been going great, had suddenly crumbled at my feet, all because I felt myself not old enough for marriage. I was sick and tired of other people leading my life for me. I dried my eyes and ran to the kitchen. I pulled open a drawer and pulled out a knife. So sharp, it could pierce someone's heart, before they even knew what was happening. I turned it over, my heart thumping in my throat. My heart had already been broken so many times. So many times. The look on his face. That look like nothing in the world would ever be right again. How true. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and placed the knife near my heart, ready to say goodbye to the world, to my life, my horrible life. I swallowed hard, and was just about to plunge the knife into my chest when a voice, ever so familiar, overtook me. I spun around, opening my eyes, stunned.
"Please………" the voice said.
The knife dropped to the floor with a clatter.
WARNING: SERIOUS ANGST AHEAD. Do NOT read if you faint easily, have not read the last chapter, or are asleep. That is all.
* An hour later *
I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Because Harry, Ron, and Hermione wanted to experience all that was Muggle, they had changed their features using magic and left for a walk. They told me they'd not be back for a couple of hours, and I was in no hurry for then to come back. I choked on another dry sob, knowing, but not caring, that I should get presentable, as my mother would be home soon. It was over. All over. My life, which had, up until Frodo came, been going great, had suddenly crumbled at my feet, all because I felt myself not old enough for marriage. I was sick and tired of other people leading my life for me. I dried my eyes and ran to the kitchen. I pulled open a drawer and pulled out a knife. So sharp, it could pierce someone's heart, before they even knew what was happening. I turned it over, my heart thumping in my throat. My heart had already been broken so many times. So many times. The look on his face. That look like nothing in the world would ever be right again. How true. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and placed the knife near my heart, ready to say goodbye to the world, to my life, my horrible life. I swallowed hard, and was just about to plunge the knife into my chest when a voice, ever so familiar, overtook me. I spun around, opening my eyes, stunned.
"Please………" the voice said.
The knife dropped to the floor with a clatter.