When Frodo awoke, he found himself enshrouded with darkness. He could think
normally- and remembered all that had happened, and found the ring no
longer around his neck, nor in his breast pocket. A breif thought of Sam
flew by, and his acceptance in destroying him, but he found himself only
mildly worried for the other Hobbit.. whatever happened, would be the right
choice.
Wait, that wasn't right.
Sam was his best friend. He should be worried, he should be **terrified**. He had agreed for him to be killed!
But he wasn't.
('Aaah.. Frodo. Do not let fear drive you.')
'Where are you? Who are you?'
('I am your downfall. Do you not recognize me? I sought you for so long. And now, thanks to you, I have immortalized. Do you wish to see me?')
'Sauron.'
('Yes.')
'You.. you promised me power!' the voice seemed not his own, and Frodo re- coiled. 'Where am I?'
('Deep within my strongholf ofcourse. My armies are grouping in an inslaught of Middle-Earth. When they enslave it- we will rule together.')
The atmesphere changed then- and Frodo knew there was no point in replying, for Sauron was gone. Instead, he gazed about himself. Darkness met him, the frayed borders of a huge cavern. Frodo felt emotion trickle back into him; but at the same time, he felt no hunger, no thirst.. no shame of betrayal. He stood up and moved forth. Rough ground met his feet, and after about 400 metres.. the cavern ended and a smaller one opened up. At the end of it, he saw an opening. It was a huge hole in the wall: a lookout outside. Darkness was upon the sky, and the rest of Middle-Earth, as far as he could see, was dim. He could observe quite clearly armies of orcs marching outside of Mordor. He felt a twinge of something- this was his work. But at the same time, turned around and looked away. He was the cause of Middle-Earth's ruin..
But why should he care.
He should.
'Stop it!' he finally screamed, sinking to the ground. His voice echoed breifly. 'I don't want ..' But he never finished his sentence, as a weak ray of light burst through the sky outside, landing on the cold grey floor, illuminating it. He stared at it motionlessly.
Thoughts of his past life played before his eyes; The Shire, Bilbo, his friends and the Fellowship.. Gandalf. Galadriel and Elrond.. all those who had helped him.. and now were betrayed, stood against who had been their only hope.
'Why should I care?' he whispered feircly. 'Who are they now.. great elven lords and ladies, too weak to withstand Sauron's power.. who could not fight themselves, made me take their journey for them.. suffer endlessly. But no more. I now will live in greatness and wealth.. I will no longer feel the heavy pressure on my heart..'
He decided to think of it no more: since his thoughts brought just confusement and worry. Instead, he waited, waited for when he would be summoned, and his new life brought into existance.
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Very short chapter. Sowwy! Kinda still deciding where to go from here, this story is always growing, and I dunno exactly where it will turn. Thankyou SO much for reviews! And on a final note - VERY sorry for spelling mistakes. The problem is, Dad set Word to not check documents for errors, or something like that, and in short, I'm not sure how to set it back.
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Wait, that wasn't right.
Sam was his best friend. He should be worried, he should be **terrified**. He had agreed for him to be killed!
But he wasn't.
('Aaah.. Frodo. Do not let fear drive you.')
'Where are you? Who are you?'
('I am your downfall. Do you not recognize me? I sought you for so long. And now, thanks to you, I have immortalized. Do you wish to see me?')
'Sauron.'
('Yes.')
'You.. you promised me power!' the voice seemed not his own, and Frodo re- coiled. 'Where am I?'
('Deep within my strongholf ofcourse. My armies are grouping in an inslaught of Middle-Earth. When they enslave it- we will rule together.')
The atmesphere changed then- and Frodo knew there was no point in replying, for Sauron was gone. Instead, he gazed about himself. Darkness met him, the frayed borders of a huge cavern. Frodo felt emotion trickle back into him; but at the same time, he felt no hunger, no thirst.. no shame of betrayal. He stood up and moved forth. Rough ground met his feet, and after about 400 metres.. the cavern ended and a smaller one opened up. At the end of it, he saw an opening. It was a huge hole in the wall: a lookout outside. Darkness was upon the sky, and the rest of Middle-Earth, as far as he could see, was dim. He could observe quite clearly armies of orcs marching outside of Mordor. He felt a twinge of something- this was his work. But at the same time, turned around and looked away. He was the cause of Middle-Earth's ruin..
But why should he care.
He should.
'Stop it!' he finally screamed, sinking to the ground. His voice echoed breifly. 'I don't want ..' But he never finished his sentence, as a weak ray of light burst through the sky outside, landing on the cold grey floor, illuminating it. He stared at it motionlessly.
Thoughts of his past life played before his eyes; The Shire, Bilbo, his friends and the Fellowship.. Gandalf. Galadriel and Elrond.. all those who had helped him.. and now were betrayed, stood against who had been their only hope.
'Why should I care?' he whispered feircly. 'Who are they now.. great elven lords and ladies, too weak to withstand Sauron's power.. who could not fight themselves, made me take their journey for them.. suffer endlessly. But no more. I now will live in greatness and wealth.. I will no longer feel the heavy pressure on my heart..'
He decided to think of it no more: since his thoughts brought just confusement and worry. Instead, he waited, waited for when he would be summoned, and his new life brought into existance.
___
Very short chapter. Sowwy! Kinda still deciding where to go from here, this story is always growing, and I dunno exactly where it will turn. Thankyou SO much for reviews! And on a final note - VERY sorry for spelling mistakes. The problem is, Dad set Word to not check documents for errors, or something like that, and in short, I'm not sure how to set it back.
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