"Frodo…?" Merry knocked on the door of Bag End. There was no
answer so he tried the door, which was open. "Might as well wait for him"
he muttered as he quietly entered the dark hallway. It was late so Frodo
would have to be home soon. Merry lit a few candles and made himself at
home. He got himself some bread and cheese and a pint from Frodo's beer
barrel. He began to look around, as was all hobbits he still believed the
old tales about Bilbo's treasures and Bag End. Frodo wasn't about so why
shouldn't he see if the tales were true? He peeked into Frodo's bedroom
and search the closets and drawers. He checked the floor and looked behind
all the mirrors. When he was satisfied that there was no hidden room he
moved on to the guest rooms. Nothing was there so he checked the cellar.
If there was a treasure it would have to be there. He search behind the
wine cellars and poked and prodded at the ground. "Nothing…" he murmured
to himself and ascended back into the house.
Merry checked the bathrooms, the pantries, and the living room and kitchen but there was nothing to even suggest that there was a treasure. "I shouldn't have believed those old stories…" he said when he noticed something shiny in the pantry. "What's this?" he asked himself as he shifted some teapots and bread out of the way. His eyes fell upon a smooth gold ring. It was perfectly round. No dents, no marks, nothing. "This is beautiful…" a sudden powerful urge came over him as he inspected it. He wanted more than anything to take and wear this ring. "This has to be Bilbo's treasure," he carefully slipped the ring on to his finger but at that exact moment the door to Bag End burst open and a dark shadow entered the room.
Merry ripped the ring off his finger and jumped around to see who the intruder was. "Who..who's there?" he choked out. There was silence except for the rain that was now falling outside the hobbit hole. There was a gleam and a ring in the air, and the shadow stepped into the feeble candlelight. "Frodo?! Oh you scared me!" Merry cried in relief. Frodo's sword was drawn and he looked around warily. "What are you doing here, Meriadoc?" Merry was taken aback at this harsh question. "I was waiting for you." Frodo's eyes swept up and down Merry and rested on his hand were a small glint of gold was sparkling. "Why did you take my ring, Meriadoc?" Merry stepped back, Frodo was scaring him a little bit. "I didn't take it, I just looked at it for a bit…" Frodo stepped toward him.
"Never, never take any of my things, Meriadoc, especially my ring…" His eyes flashed in anger and his sword whistled through the air and struck Merry in the stomach. Merry just stood there, in the kitchen of Bag End, wheezing as he realized what had happened. He fell to his knees he looked at the sword that was protruding out of his body. His eyes wandered back up to Frodo. His eyes has no emotion in them, he didn't care if Merry was dying…he took his ring, he had to pay. He stooped and yanked the sword out of Merry, which elicited a scream of pain from the hobbit. Merry held his hand to the wound and pulled it away gently. It was covered in blood. Once again he stared up at Frodo, who was looking at his sword covered in Merry's blood then carefully Frodo licked it. Merry let out a small scream and fell from his knees, he could see his own blood pooling around him. How…how could he have done this, this isn't Frodo. Frodo wouldn't…let me die like this… Then everything went black.
Merry checked the bathrooms, the pantries, and the living room and kitchen but there was nothing to even suggest that there was a treasure. "I shouldn't have believed those old stories…" he said when he noticed something shiny in the pantry. "What's this?" he asked himself as he shifted some teapots and bread out of the way. His eyes fell upon a smooth gold ring. It was perfectly round. No dents, no marks, nothing. "This is beautiful…" a sudden powerful urge came over him as he inspected it. He wanted more than anything to take and wear this ring. "This has to be Bilbo's treasure," he carefully slipped the ring on to his finger but at that exact moment the door to Bag End burst open and a dark shadow entered the room.
Merry ripped the ring off his finger and jumped around to see who the intruder was. "Who..who's there?" he choked out. There was silence except for the rain that was now falling outside the hobbit hole. There was a gleam and a ring in the air, and the shadow stepped into the feeble candlelight. "Frodo?! Oh you scared me!" Merry cried in relief. Frodo's sword was drawn and he looked around warily. "What are you doing here, Meriadoc?" Merry was taken aback at this harsh question. "I was waiting for you." Frodo's eyes swept up and down Merry and rested on his hand were a small glint of gold was sparkling. "Why did you take my ring, Meriadoc?" Merry stepped back, Frodo was scaring him a little bit. "I didn't take it, I just looked at it for a bit…" Frodo stepped toward him.
"Never, never take any of my things, Meriadoc, especially my ring…" His eyes flashed in anger and his sword whistled through the air and struck Merry in the stomach. Merry just stood there, in the kitchen of Bag End, wheezing as he realized what had happened. He fell to his knees he looked at the sword that was protruding out of his body. His eyes wandered back up to Frodo. His eyes has no emotion in them, he didn't care if Merry was dying…he took his ring, he had to pay. He stooped and yanked the sword out of Merry, which elicited a scream of pain from the hobbit. Merry held his hand to the wound and pulled it away gently. It was covered in blood. Once again he stared up at Frodo, who was looking at his sword covered in Merry's blood then carefully Frodo licked it. Merry let out a small scream and fell from his knees, he could see his own blood pooling around him. How…how could he have done this, this isn't Frodo. Frodo wouldn't…let me die like this… Then everything went black.