Chapter Sixteen- Of death and rebirth
A/N: remember, this is STILL in flashback mode.
Just as we had reached the top, I heard a noise behind us. I looked back, and Frodo and Sam were fighting two Orcs.
"Leah! Go!" I heard Frodo exclaim as his Orc drew closer and made him edge back. I was at indecision. Risk my life in going over and helping, or go to the chasm and fulfill my duty and leave Frodo and Sam to their own protection?
I had, during my journey, found that indecision is often worse than the wrong choice, so I hesitated little before I ran to the mountain.
I then heard a yell and turned around to see Frodo sprinting towards me. He did not look like himself. As I fumbled with the ring's chain, trying to achieve my task and worrying about Frodo at the same time, he caught up with me. As he grasped the chain around my neck, slowly strangling me, I thought desperately. Wait.... This seemed familiar almost... What did Sam do what Gollum was strangling him?
So, using my last inspiration, I unlatched the chain finally, and threw myself backwards.
Several things happened at once. I heard a sickening crack as Frodo's head collided with the ground, and I stumbled blindly in the direction of the chasm of doom. Then, I heard Sam's voice, calling Frodo's voice faintly, as I, finally regaining my senses, stumbled over to the place where I was to fulfill my quest.............. I heard a yell as I dropped the ring into the fire. I spun around and the last thing I saw was Sam and Frodo's figures, lying on the ground. I didn't have consciousness enough to make sense of it.
When I woke up, some time later, I was alone. Gathering what little strength I had, I weakly crawled over to where Frodo was. He looked to be dead. I prayed to god, or to anyone who would listen, that he was not. I frowned, trying to remember any fragment of what I'd learned in that stupid safety camp my mom had made me go to before third grade.
I check for a pulse /I
Something inside me whispered. I squinted in the grey dawn's light, trying to see where his wrist was so I could take a pulse.
I stupid, you're supposed to take the pulse at the NECK. That's where it's strongest. /I
Oh, yeah. At the neck. I put my hand up to his neck, and at the same time bent over to see if I could hear any sign of breath or life. There was no pulse.
OH, CLIFFIE! OUCH! Keep reading, please don't hate me, and remember I am the EMPRESS (hear that, Rachel?) of cliffies and plot twisters.
A/N: remember, this is STILL in flashback mode.
Just as we had reached the top, I heard a noise behind us. I looked back, and Frodo and Sam were fighting two Orcs.
"Leah! Go!" I heard Frodo exclaim as his Orc drew closer and made him edge back. I was at indecision. Risk my life in going over and helping, or go to the chasm and fulfill my duty and leave Frodo and Sam to their own protection?
I had, during my journey, found that indecision is often worse than the wrong choice, so I hesitated little before I ran to the mountain.
I then heard a yell and turned around to see Frodo sprinting towards me. He did not look like himself. As I fumbled with the ring's chain, trying to achieve my task and worrying about Frodo at the same time, he caught up with me. As he grasped the chain around my neck, slowly strangling me, I thought desperately. Wait.... This seemed familiar almost... What did Sam do what Gollum was strangling him?
So, using my last inspiration, I unlatched the chain finally, and threw myself backwards.
Several things happened at once. I heard a sickening crack as Frodo's head collided with the ground, and I stumbled blindly in the direction of the chasm of doom. Then, I heard Sam's voice, calling Frodo's voice faintly, as I, finally regaining my senses, stumbled over to the place where I was to fulfill my quest.............. I heard a yell as I dropped the ring into the fire. I spun around and the last thing I saw was Sam and Frodo's figures, lying on the ground. I didn't have consciousness enough to make sense of it.
When I woke up, some time later, I was alone. Gathering what little strength I had, I weakly crawled over to where Frodo was. He looked to be dead. I prayed to god, or to anyone who would listen, that he was not. I frowned, trying to remember any fragment of what I'd learned in that stupid safety camp my mom had made me go to before third grade.
I check for a pulse /I
Something inside me whispered. I squinted in the grey dawn's light, trying to see where his wrist was so I could take a pulse.
I stupid, you're supposed to take the pulse at the NECK. That's where it's strongest. /I
Oh, yeah. At the neck. I put my hand up to his neck, and at the same time bent over to see if I could hear any sign of breath or life. There was no pulse.
OH, CLIFFIE! OUCH! Keep reading, please don't hate me, and remember I am the EMPRESS (hear that, Rachel?) of cliffies and plot twisters.