Disclaimer: I do not own these characters nor do I own anything
connected with Middle Earth or Lord Of The Rings. They all belong to
the estate of JRR Tolkien. I make no money nor do I receive any
public recognition by writing this story. This is just my little
piece of fan fiction.
A Sad Farewell
The ring has been destroyed. Gollum fell with it into the fires of
Mt. Doom. Sam helps Frodo to his feet careful not to jostle his
masters injured hand. "Mr. Frodo, are you able to walk?" a
worried Sam asks. "Yes Sam" replied Frodo. "I have
some strength left in me." The two hobbits slowly walked out of
Mt Doom. Sam stumbles as they begin the decent to the foot of the
mountain. "Here Sam" said Frodo, "We will lean on each
other." Sam smiles wearily as they continue their downward
climb.
Suddenly the mountain groaned and bleched forth the firey death for
which it is known. Frodo and Sam are trapped on a small island of
rock in the middle of a river of lava. "Well Mr. Frodo, this is
it then." Said Sam in despair. "Yes Sam' replied Frodo.
"We have fullfilled the quest. The ring has been destroyed and
now we must face this doom." Frodo turns to face his friend and
companion, "My only regret is that you must share this doom with
me."
"I would have it no other way Frodo" replied Sam.
As the heat and fumes become too much to bear the two friends embrace
for what they fear is the last time. Choking on the fumes and with a
final gasp Sam manages a weak "farewell" as he sinks to his
knees. Frodo watches helplessly as Sam collapses at his feet. Soon
Frodo, too, is overcome, "forgive me Sam" he says as he
falls beside his friend. As the darkness takes him Frodo thinks he
hears the cry of an eagle and then.....Silence.
On the field of Cormallen things were looking up for Aragorn and his
forces. The eagles had arrived and helped trun the tide against the
forces of Sauron. The men began to rejoice at the retreat of their
enemies. For Gandalf, though, there was no joy. A feeling of dread
had entered his heart and was steadily growing. All was not right.
The Ring Bearer as in grave danger still. "Gwahir" Gandalf
called out to the windlord, "I will need your help and that of
two of your swiftest brothers."
Soon Gandalf and the eagles were bearing down on Mt Doom. Gandalf and
Gwahir were ever watchfull for any signs of Sam and Frodo. The Eagle
Lord spotted them first. Far below on a quickly disappearing island
of rock lay two motionless figures. Gandalf saw them also and feared
that he had come too late.
Gwahir called to his two companions who swooped down and lifted the
small figures off the rock just as it was consumed by lava. As the
eagles bore Gandalf and the two hobbits back toward Ithilien Gandalf
said a silent prayer..
