A/N: mwahahaha, I'm ending this fic. I warned you at the end of the last
chapter. I found out a few minutes after that, that I can't update my
other fics until my laptop gets out of it's month long trip to the
psychiatrist(for some reason, computers like breaking down after a few
months around me.) I am dealing with a neutral work computer, while the
family one in the other room seethes that I'm not slapping and cursing it
as it logs me off, locks up, and deletes all my files. I'd rather torture
whoever reads my fics. Explanation for anyone who reads my work that I'm
trying to upload new work and corrections. Of course, I'm not deep enough
into this category yet to do anything but a joke of a fanfic. For now, I'm
done. Enjoy the end of the chapter.
Angela stood on the edge of mount doom. She felt the giant eye upon her. The ringwraiths rushed to push her in, and grab the ring from her hand, and Frodo rushed to hold her back, and Sauron himself sent his very spirit to doubt her decision, but Angela stood firm, and cast herself into the pit
I hope this is what I'm supposed to do, she thought.
As she fell towards the searing heat, her body lengthened and slimmed.
Somehow, Frodo held himself back. I am a Hobbit. She is a human. I'd just die jumping in after her.
Years after ward, Frodo wished he had, just to see if they were meant to be.
Her hobbit clothing was replaced with her riding outfit. I guess this points to the fact that I'll be returning home, she thought sadly.
"Goodbye, Frodo!" she screamed, and her body disappeared into the flames. Frodo watched the flames melt the ring, and felt an odd sense of satisfaction.
He didn't have long to savor it, as he had to run from the scene, before Sauron judged him.
A/N: Extremely short, I'm ashamed of myself. Well, I need to read the book at least 12 more times, but there are yet 80 holds on the library book, and I can't see the movie again, so you'll have to wait a while. I might end up writing a futuristic version next. Beware!
Angela stood on the edge of mount doom. She felt the giant eye upon her. The ringwraiths rushed to push her in, and grab the ring from her hand, and Frodo rushed to hold her back, and Sauron himself sent his very spirit to doubt her decision, but Angela stood firm, and cast herself into the pit
I hope this is what I'm supposed to do, she thought.
As she fell towards the searing heat, her body lengthened and slimmed.
Somehow, Frodo held himself back. I am a Hobbit. She is a human. I'd just die jumping in after her.
Years after ward, Frodo wished he had, just to see if they were meant to be.
Her hobbit clothing was replaced with her riding outfit. I guess this points to the fact that I'll be returning home, she thought sadly.
"Goodbye, Frodo!" she screamed, and her body disappeared into the flames. Frodo watched the flames melt the ring, and felt an odd sense of satisfaction.
He didn't have long to savor it, as he had to run from the scene, before Sauron judged him.
A/N: Extremely short, I'm ashamed of myself. Well, I need to read the book at least 12 more times, but there are yet 80 holds on the library book, and I can't see the movie again, so you'll have to wait a while. I might end up writing a futuristic version next. Beware!