A/n:Okay sorry but I'm in a romantic mood; so once again I'm holding off
Gollum so I can get some more of my obsession(Love) in.
Many ridges and tough climbs passed the trio, making them grow weary and pained. Frodo was growing weak from the ring; though, as much as he hated the Ring he had grown quite attached to it…
Frodo sat down on a rock and breathed quite heavily.
"Maybe we should stop…" Called a concerned Adela to Sam. Sam nodded.
Adela sat down next to Frodo.
"Frodo? Are you alright?" Adela said, concerned for her friend.
Frodo brushed a hand in his hair. "…yeah" he panted. "Its just…the Ring. It feels so…heavy."
Adela lowered her gaze and spoke softly and unsure "Maybe…Sam or I should carry the ring for a little while…" Adela said hold ing out a trembling hand.
Frodo didn't react.
"Frodo…I'm only trying to help." Adela continued, reaching over toward the Ring.
Frodo snatched her hand, twisting it slightly before pushing her away.
"No!" He hissed.
Adela's were wide.
"I just thought-"
"Well don't." Frodo said softly.
Adela swalloed hard.
"Look Adela, only one of us should have to carry this burden. You and Sam have already done so much…I don't want you to have to have to carry the wretched thing as well." Frodo said.
"I would and will do anything to help you." Adela said.
"I know you will, sometimes I wish you wouldn't…for your sake." Frodo said putting a hand on her shoulder, before walking past her to Sam.
Adela closed her eyes and took in a sharp breath.
'Why does he have such protection over the Ring?' Adela thought, asking a question that she knew the answer. The answer was one she could never except.
The day progressed, slowly and harshly.
Soon it was time to stop. Sam started to cook up what he could.
Adela walked away from her two companions. She crawled up onto a ridge that looked over all of Mordor. Not a scene worth seeing, but Adela needed to think, or at least she made herself believe she was dreaming, she was really in her own sweet dreams. Dreams of the Shire, her friends, and Gandalf…one she would never see again.
Adela bit her lip restraining cold tears.
All of her dreaming always lead to pain, and she came to recognize that that would never change…
Frodo sat near the small fire Sam managed to start.
"The foods almost finished." Sam said looking up at Frodo.
"I'll go get Adela…" Frodo sighed.
Frodo crawled up the ridge Adela was gazing off of.
Adela stood there very still, the bitter wind blowing her hair over her shoulders.
"Adela." He called walking over to her.
Adela turned much to suddenly and lost balance.
"Adela!" Frodo cried.
Adela nearly slipped off the ledge, but Frodo wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back. Adela found her back pressed to the rock wall a bit away from the ridge, Frodo stood right in front of her.
"Damn it Adela! You could have fallen to your death!" Frodo cried.
"You scared me!" Adela yelled back, trying to regain her self-confidence.
They booth were looking at eachother, with wide eyed expressions.
Adela couldn't contain her laughter. She giggled uncontrollably. At first Frodo was shocked but then he himself started laughing.
Soon they were both on there sides catching there breath from there laughing fit.
Frodo crawled over to Adela's sprawled form. Putting one arm on the otherside of her.
"You really are an odd hobbit lass" Frodo smirked.
Adela grinned. "I know."
Frodo laughed at this.
"Oh!" Frodo cried.
"what!?" Adela cried back.
"Sam must be waiting. I was to come fetch you for dinner."
Frodo quickly grabbed Adela's arms and pulled her to her feet.
Adela stumbled into his arms. Adela pulled back so they were face to face.
Frodo leaned toward her, placing a hand behind her neck. Their lip brushed only for a second, before Adela pulled away.
"we should go back, Sam's waiting…" Adela said her voice trembling.
Frodo nodded.
To Be Continued…
a/n: This was WICKED short, I know!
Many ridges and tough climbs passed the trio, making them grow weary and pained. Frodo was growing weak from the ring; though, as much as he hated the Ring he had grown quite attached to it…
Frodo sat down on a rock and breathed quite heavily.
"Maybe we should stop…" Called a concerned Adela to Sam. Sam nodded.
Adela sat down next to Frodo.
"Frodo? Are you alright?" Adela said, concerned for her friend.
Frodo brushed a hand in his hair. "…yeah" he panted. "Its just…the Ring. It feels so…heavy."
Adela lowered her gaze and spoke softly and unsure "Maybe…Sam or I should carry the ring for a little while…" Adela said hold ing out a trembling hand.
Frodo didn't react.
"Frodo…I'm only trying to help." Adela continued, reaching over toward the Ring.
Frodo snatched her hand, twisting it slightly before pushing her away.
"No!" He hissed.
Adela's were wide.
"I just thought-"
"Well don't." Frodo said softly.
Adela swalloed hard.
"Look Adela, only one of us should have to carry this burden. You and Sam have already done so much…I don't want you to have to have to carry the wretched thing as well." Frodo said.
"I would and will do anything to help you." Adela said.
"I know you will, sometimes I wish you wouldn't…for your sake." Frodo said putting a hand on her shoulder, before walking past her to Sam.
Adela closed her eyes and took in a sharp breath.
'Why does he have such protection over the Ring?' Adela thought, asking a question that she knew the answer. The answer was one she could never except.
The day progressed, slowly and harshly.
Soon it was time to stop. Sam started to cook up what he could.
Adela walked away from her two companions. She crawled up onto a ridge that looked over all of Mordor. Not a scene worth seeing, but Adela needed to think, or at least she made herself believe she was dreaming, she was really in her own sweet dreams. Dreams of the Shire, her friends, and Gandalf…one she would never see again.
Adela bit her lip restraining cold tears.
All of her dreaming always lead to pain, and she came to recognize that that would never change…
Frodo sat near the small fire Sam managed to start.
"The foods almost finished." Sam said looking up at Frodo.
"I'll go get Adela…" Frodo sighed.
Frodo crawled up the ridge Adela was gazing off of.
Adela stood there very still, the bitter wind blowing her hair over her shoulders.
"Adela." He called walking over to her.
Adela turned much to suddenly and lost balance.
"Adela!" Frodo cried.
Adela nearly slipped off the ledge, but Frodo wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back. Adela found her back pressed to the rock wall a bit away from the ridge, Frodo stood right in front of her.
"Damn it Adela! You could have fallen to your death!" Frodo cried.
"You scared me!" Adela yelled back, trying to regain her self-confidence.
They booth were looking at eachother, with wide eyed expressions.
Adela couldn't contain her laughter. She giggled uncontrollably. At first Frodo was shocked but then he himself started laughing.
Soon they were both on there sides catching there breath from there laughing fit.
Frodo crawled over to Adela's sprawled form. Putting one arm on the otherside of her.
"You really are an odd hobbit lass" Frodo smirked.
Adela grinned. "I know."
Frodo laughed at this.
"Oh!" Frodo cried.
"what!?" Adela cried back.
"Sam must be waiting. I was to come fetch you for dinner."
Frodo quickly grabbed Adela's arms and pulled her to her feet.
Adela stumbled into his arms. Adela pulled back so they were face to face.
Frodo leaned toward her, placing a hand behind her neck. Their lip brushed only for a second, before Adela pulled away.
"we should go back, Sam's waiting…" Adela said her voice trembling.
Frodo nodded.
To Be Continued…
a/n: This was WICKED short, I know!