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in the next part, I promise!
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Sam looked at Frodo in surprise, his mind working to fit it together. Frodo wanted rule Middle Earth?! But Frodo had never wanted power before!
Sam backed away, fear starting to pound within him.
"Why? You have never wanted to rule before," he spoke his thoughts out loud.
"I was foolish then. I did not see what is happening to our world. The wars, blood, the fire. Our world is dying and fading away, Sam, and I have seen that. I have also found a way to stop it. Do you want our world to die?" Frodo asked, the madness in his eyes starting to show more.
"No, but how can you stop it?" Sam asked.
"By using the power of the ring to bring the people and bind them together. That will stop the wars and blood shed. I can keep the elves from leaving their home. They do not care to try to keep our world alive any longer and so they leave us to die in it. I will not allow that! Without their magic and the death that is spreading, our world will die and be replaced by another, like if ours never was!" Frodo exclaimed, anger rising within him.
He started to pace in front of Sam, becoming a dark brooding figure in Sam's eyes.
"Maybe it is meant to be," Sam said softly.
Frodo stopped and turned his smoldering gaze on him. Sam backed away, his fear becoming terror. He thought he would never feel true terror of Frodo, but now he did, and it shocked him to his core.
"Meant to be? " Frodo growled as he approached him.
"Y..ye…yes," Sam stuttered out.
"How dare you say that! Do you not care! This would mean that the Shire and everyone in it would fade and die! This would mean that the entire people of Middle Earth would fade away and it will seem like we have never been! How can you say that, Sam!" Frodo roared.
"I do care; I love our world as much as you do. But do we have the right to stop what is to come?" Sam said, gathering courage in the face of his friend's anger and madness.
Frodo stood in front of him, his fist raised to strike him. But Sam did not move away, and took the blow. It hit hard upon his check and sent him sprawling to the floor. He pulled himself to his knees, one hand upon his check, which was red from Frodo's hit. Blood trickled from his lip. He had not thought that Frodo would ever strike him. But this was not the Frodo that he had once known.
"Take him to his cell," Frodo snapped, as he turned and stroll back to his throne.
The orcs came and dragged Sam away. Sam turned his head to watch in despair as Frodo sat up the throne and again became the dark lord.
"Bring me the elf," the dark lord ordered after the doors shut behind Sam.
He knew how to reach the heart of Legolas, and he would bring him over to his side.
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Sam looked at Frodo in surprise, his mind working to fit it together. Frodo wanted rule Middle Earth?! But Frodo had never wanted power before!
Sam backed away, fear starting to pound within him.
"Why? You have never wanted to rule before," he spoke his thoughts out loud.
"I was foolish then. I did not see what is happening to our world. The wars, blood, the fire. Our world is dying and fading away, Sam, and I have seen that. I have also found a way to stop it. Do you want our world to die?" Frodo asked, the madness in his eyes starting to show more.
"No, but how can you stop it?" Sam asked.
"By using the power of the ring to bring the people and bind them together. That will stop the wars and blood shed. I can keep the elves from leaving their home. They do not care to try to keep our world alive any longer and so they leave us to die in it. I will not allow that! Without their magic and the death that is spreading, our world will die and be replaced by another, like if ours never was!" Frodo exclaimed, anger rising within him.
He started to pace in front of Sam, becoming a dark brooding figure in Sam's eyes.
"Maybe it is meant to be," Sam said softly.
Frodo stopped and turned his smoldering gaze on him. Sam backed away, his fear becoming terror. He thought he would never feel true terror of Frodo, but now he did, and it shocked him to his core.
"Meant to be? " Frodo growled as he approached him.
"Y..ye…yes," Sam stuttered out.
"How dare you say that! Do you not care! This would mean that the Shire and everyone in it would fade and die! This would mean that the entire people of Middle Earth would fade away and it will seem like we have never been! How can you say that, Sam!" Frodo roared.
"I do care; I love our world as much as you do. But do we have the right to stop what is to come?" Sam said, gathering courage in the face of his friend's anger and madness.
Frodo stood in front of him, his fist raised to strike him. But Sam did not move away, and took the blow. It hit hard upon his check and sent him sprawling to the floor. He pulled himself to his knees, one hand upon his check, which was red from Frodo's hit. Blood trickled from his lip. He had not thought that Frodo would ever strike him. But this was not the Frodo that he had once known.
"Take him to his cell," Frodo snapped, as he turned and stroll back to his throne.
The orcs came and dragged Sam away. Sam turned his head to watch in despair as Frodo sat up the throne and again became the dark lord.
"Bring me the elf," the dark lord ordered after the doors shut behind Sam.
He knew how to reach the heart of Legolas, and he would bring him over to his side.