Chapter Seventeen- of death and judgment; can you give it to them, Leah?
A/N: Remember, this is STILL in flashback mode.
I panicked. So, he was dead. I had to do something, but what? I finally decided that, seeing as how it would be what Frodo would have wanted me to do, I crawled over to the other shape.
Even though he was laying face-down, I could still recognize the figure as Sam. The back of his shirt and jacket were stained with blood, and a sword was protruding from his back. I shakily reached out a hand to pull it out, before recoiling. If there was any chance at all that he could have life in him, which I seriously doubted, it would be best not to pull the sword out, as it was currently stemming the bleeding. I tried to think clearly. What would they have done? In the blink of an eye, my mind went back to Tom Bombadil. I did the first thing I could think of.
"Help! Help!" I cried, but my voice was lost on the ever-whistling wind.
I did not know that, at that very moment, they were coming.
"Help!" I tried again, but it seemed useless. I looked over into the ever-rising fires of Mt. Doom. So, the fellowship had come to an end. I closed my eyes and prepared to jump. I was about to die when a familiar sound came over me... Like an eagle... I spun around, to see Gwalahir and one other eagle coming... But Gandalf was not with them. I ran to where Frodo was and started waving my arms.
I had then woken up in Rivendell, a week later, to find that Frodo had somehow been mended by the elves. Sam was not with us, as the eagles had overlooked him, and a funeral service had been held the day we woke up (A/N: am I evil or what? Oh, well, anything can happen in plot twisters...)
***End Flashback***
"Well, the reason I made such haste was because Gwalahir gave me a message when he told me you were alive... A written message. With the seal of Mordor." Gandalf said.
At this, He took out a sealed envelope and handed it to Frodo. He frowned, and looked up at Gandalf, who nodded. The children's eyebrows were knitted together in utter confusion.
"Mordor?" Nikki said. "But... isn't that where Mount Doom is?"
"Yes." I replied, without looking up. Frodo had now opened the letter.
Author's note: That one's gotta HURT!
A/N: Remember, this is STILL in flashback mode.
I panicked. So, he was dead. I had to do something, but what? I finally decided that, seeing as how it would be what Frodo would have wanted me to do, I crawled over to the other shape.
Even though he was laying face-down, I could still recognize the figure as Sam. The back of his shirt and jacket were stained with blood, and a sword was protruding from his back. I shakily reached out a hand to pull it out, before recoiling. If there was any chance at all that he could have life in him, which I seriously doubted, it would be best not to pull the sword out, as it was currently stemming the bleeding. I tried to think clearly. What would they have done? In the blink of an eye, my mind went back to Tom Bombadil. I did the first thing I could think of.
"Help! Help!" I cried, but my voice was lost on the ever-whistling wind.
I did not know that, at that very moment, they were coming.
"Help!" I tried again, but it seemed useless. I looked over into the ever-rising fires of Mt. Doom. So, the fellowship had come to an end. I closed my eyes and prepared to jump. I was about to die when a familiar sound came over me... Like an eagle... I spun around, to see Gwalahir and one other eagle coming... But Gandalf was not with them. I ran to where Frodo was and started waving my arms.
I had then woken up in Rivendell, a week later, to find that Frodo had somehow been mended by the elves. Sam was not with us, as the eagles had overlooked him, and a funeral service had been held the day we woke up (A/N: am I evil or what? Oh, well, anything can happen in plot twisters...)
***End Flashback***
"Well, the reason I made such haste was because Gwalahir gave me a message when he told me you were alive... A written message. With the seal of Mordor." Gandalf said.
At this, He took out a sealed envelope and handed it to Frodo. He frowned, and looked up at Gandalf, who nodded. The children's eyebrows were knitted together in utter confusion.
"Mordor?" Nikki said. "But... isn't that where Mount Doom is?"
"Yes." I replied, without looking up. Frodo had now opened the letter.
Author's note: That one's gotta HURT!