Chapter Fifteen- of eagles and very old friends
(A/N: I am not only the queen of plot twisters, I am also the MASTER OF CLIFFIES! Wait, make that EMPRESS.- Oi,. Rachel, give it up. You're not the empress of EVERYTHING. ARE NOT! ARE NOT!)
"Sam is... dead." I finished.
Gandalf's smile very quickly faded into a look of horrified sadness. The children each bore a look of confusion.
"Not your brother," I said. "Samwise Gamgee. A very old and very dear friend to your father for many years and a wonderful companion and friend of mine for a year."
"I'm sorry," Nikki said softly. "I never knew."
"We didn't want to tell you yet, but your father and I are, well, not exactly who we might appear to be." I said.
"Ah." Said Gandalf. "So, you haven't told them yet?"
"Of course not." Frodo said. "They're much too young. But we had agreed that we could tell them the basics of what happened, leaving out all the death and war and violence, until they're ready."
"I see. So, how did he die?"
***Flashback***
As we started off, once more waking to find the morning shadowed and scarred with darkness, I could feel the immense weight of the ring pulling me slowly but surely downward.
"You okay?" asked Frodo.
I LOOKED at him. "What do you think?" I asked. He raised one eyebrow. "Jeez, you remind me of Rachel." I said. He frowned. "Nevermind." I said, yearning for home. I hadn't been there for nine months. After Gandalf had told me I might never be able to return, I was affixed to my mission and gave no thought to tomorrow, for I did not know if it would come. As the slope greatly increased, the weight grew heavier and heavier. I didn't think I could bear it any longer. As we neared the top, my vision blurred. All I could see was a slightly lighter gray slope, which was the mountain in front of me, and a darker black beyond that. The ground began to level off as we came to the summit. My breath began to come in sharp, painful, rasping intakes of air. Frodo patted me on the shoulder and I took comfort enough in that small gesture that I could go on.
We had reached the summit of Mount Doom.
Author Note: Ohhh... that one REALLY had to hurt! Don't worry; I'll type more up soon... I'm not THAT cruel...
(A/N: I am not only the queen of plot twisters, I am also the MASTER OF CLIFFIES! Wait, make that EMPRESS.- Oi,. Rachel, give it up. You're not the empress of EVERYTHING. ARE NOT! ARE NOT!)
"Sam is... dead." I finished.
Gandalf's smile very quickly faded into a look of horrified sadness. The children each bore a look of confusion.
"Not your brother," I said. "Samwise Gamgee. A very old and very dear friend to your father for many years and a wonderful companion and friend of mine for a year."
"I'm sorry," Nikki said softly. "I never knew."
"We didn't want to tell you yet, but your father and I are, well, not exactly who we might appear to be." I said.
"Ah." Said Gandalf. "So, you haven't told them yet?"
"Of course not." Frodo said. "They're much too young. But we had agreed that we could tell them the basics of what happened, leaving out all the death and war and violence, until they're ready."
"I see. So, how did he die?"
***Flashback***
As we started off, once more waking to find the morning shadowed and scarred with darkness, I could feel the immense weight of the ring pulling me slowly but surely downward.
"You okay?" asked Frodo.
I LOOKED at him. "What do you think?" I asked. He raised one eyebrow. "Jeez, you remind me of Rachel." I said. He frowned. "Nevermind." I said, yearning for home. I hadn't been there for nine months. After Gandalf had told me I might never be able to return, I was affixed to my mission and gave no thought to tomorrow, for I did not know if it would come. As the slope greatly increased, the weight grew heavier and heavier. I didn't think I could bear it any longer. As we neared the top, my vision blurred. All I could see was a slightly lighter gray slope, which was the mountain in front of me, and a darker black beyond that. The ground began to level off as we came to the summit. My breath began to come in sharp, painful, rasping intakes of air. Frodo patted me on the shoulder and I took comfort enough in that small gesture that I could go on.
We had reached the summit of Mount Doom.
Author Note: Ohhh... that one REALLY had to hurt! Don't worry; I'll type more up soon... I'm not THAT cruel...