Disclaimer: AU Story. Why don't I own Lord of the Rings? *sigh* Well, until
maybe the Tolkien family takes pity on me, I do not own any of the
characters or places mentioned in this story. Please don't sue me! I know I
am cruel to them but I swear I will try to save them. Hope you enjoy!
Lakergurl13: Hugs and cookies! Fantastic! Thank you so very much!
Frodofan: Not angry at Balin are we? Hehe. Run Balin, run for your little life! *Balin is chased by evil sword-wielding Frodofan* Poor, sleepy you. Well, I hope this wakes you up!
Vana Everyoung: ARG! *is pursued by wild seal and a mass of muses- hides behind rock until all have run past* Phew! Yeah, well, I love torturing Frodo. What else is he there for? Please, keep George on a leash! Well, anyway, glad you and your muses are enjoying it!
Koko Kung: Is it that obvious? Damn. I have to keep those papers hidden better next time!
MagicalRachel: Thank you! Being 13 so far isn't all that great. But I've got a whole year to make sure. I wasn't saying that you were the stubby bloke with the bottle in the dark room. That's me! Heha- I'm an evil beard- growing teen with a serious problem. My wish is- to finish Lost in Moria and make it really really good!
Barmy_the_elf: Legolas? Emotional angst? HAHAHAHAHA! What on earth gave you that idea? Yes. I am. And, why can't Aragorn get up to sit down? Hey? (My music teacher's favourite saying is 'sitting up, sitting down'. But then she's always been weird)
Girlofring: Yay! So glad you like Lost in Moria. Hope it doesn't disappoint.
Shirebound: My friend once said, "Give me your hand." I did and she examined it and touched the inside of my thumb. "You're not an author." My face fell. "Why not?" "Because your hand isn't all dry and hard from all the writing." WAAA! Anyway, thank you for your -as ever- beautiful comments!
Better get started then.
~ Chapter Fourteen ~
Sam held onto his master's hand and watched with tears in his eyes as Frodo tossed and turned with nightmares. His face was flushed red and his brow was radiating heat. The little hobbit sighed deeply, stroking the hand in his grasp.
"Oh, why didn't I come after you? Why didn't I help you?" I whispered. Frodo cried out in his sleep again. His breathing was so shallow and his convulsions so violent that in the end Aragorn had to be called over.
"Hold his arm, Sam," the ranger instructed. Together they held Frodo down, waiting for the spasm to pass. Sam bit hard on his lip. Tears were rolling down his face.
"Mister Frodo," he said hoarsely. Then he buried his face in his hands, sobbing to himself. "I was supposed to protect you. Oh, Mister Frodo, I'm such a fool!"
Aragorn looked up sadly. The hobbit was in utter despair and tears flowed from his dark sad eyes in rivers.
"Please, Sam," he said softly, "You cannot blame yourself for what has happened. You have to help him now. More than you ever have before. You must wake him up or- he may never again."
Sam looked at him in horror.
"Never?" he cried.
"Please, just try. See if you can speak to him. If anyone can bring him back, it will be you."
Obediently, he turned to his master and, clutching at Frodo's limp hand, began talking in a low gentle voice.
"Mister Frodo? Can you hear me, Frodo? Listen to me. It's your Sam, calling. Aragorn's here and all and, well, you have to wake up, Mister Frodo. It's very important. Please!" Sam choked. He brushed at his eyes then shook his head. Swallowing hard, he went on, "Frodo, you must wake up. Hear me and get yourself back here. Sam's here. All's safe and well here. Wake you, you hear? Wake up, Mister Frodo!"
There was a weak groaning from the mattress and Frodo's eyes flickered open.
Frodo felt the whole world turn over on its side and he hiccuped in surprise. He saw Aragorn on his right side and on his left-
"Sam! Oh, Sam, it's you! And Aragorn! How did I get back?"
His voice was a whisper, sounding like rustling parchment. His throat was so sore and dry. He tried to swallow but his mouth was dry too. A terrible heat was writhing inside him, struggling to escape.
"Master Legolas brought you back, sir. Merry and Pippin too! Then we all found you and brought you back to us."
"How are you feeling, Frodo?" Aragorn asked, "I mean, is there anything that particularly pains you?"
"My mouth is so dry! I can't really swallow. Could I have some water, please?"
Aragorn nodded and undid the flask from his belt, holding it to Frodo's lips for him to drink. The hobbit spluttered at the first sip and began to cough. The coughing became more frenzied and Frodo sat up in alarm. The heat suddenly exploded from his mouth and he was violently sick. He felt so drained after that. His head was so light. There were worried shouts and more people running over. He saw his friends and other folk running towards him. There were angry memories pressing against his skull, forcing him to remember it all.
'.. burn you to your very bones.. I will not sacrifice myself for you.. dead within the hour.. cold as stone .. cold as stone.. cold as stone..'
"Please- I- everything is so faded- Sam? Sam! Where are you? I do not want to die!"
For a brief moment he saw Sam's face waft into view. His eyes were wide with fear. But his face was a blur of tears.
"Sam.. why are .. why are you.. crying?" he said hoarsely. But his friend just shook his head and took Frodo's hand in his. "Don't- don't cry, Sam. I will be alright- I just need- I will-"
Slowly, he sank back down into a tangle of dark nightmares. Fear gripped him like claws and teeth. The tendrils of night closed in. And though he tried to push them away he only sunk deeper into the mire.
"Sam! Sam!" he screamed. But then everything died.
~
I'm evil. I'm evil. I'm evil. I'm evil..
Lakergurl13: Hugs and cookies! Fantastic! Thank you so very much!
Frodofan: Not angry at Balin are we? Hehe. Run Balin, run for your little life! *Balin is chased by evil sword-wielding Frodofan* Poor, sleepy you. Well, I hope this wakes you up!
Vana Everyoung: ARG! *is pursued by wild seal and a mass of muses- hides behind rock until all have run past* Phew! Yeah, well, I love torturing Frodo. What else is he there for? Please, keep George on a leash! Well, anyway, glad you and your muses are enjoying it!
Koko Kung: Is it that obvious? Damn. I have to keep those papers hidden better next time!
MagicalRachel: Thank you! Being 13 so far isn't all that great. But I've got a whole year to make sure. I wasn't saying that you were the stubby bloke with the bottle in the dark room. That's me! Heha- I'm an evil beard- growing teen with a serious problem. My wish is- to finish Lost in Moria and make it really really good!
Barmy_the_elf: Legolas? Emotional angst? HAHAHAHAHA! What on earth gave you that idea? Yes. I am. And, why can't Aragorn get up to sit down? Hey? (My music teacher's favourite saying is 'sitting up, sitting down'. But then she's always been weird)
Girlofring: Yay! So glad you like Lost in Moria. Hope it doesn't disappoint.
Shirebound: My friend once said, "Give me your hand." I did and she examined it and touched the inside of my thumb. "You're not an author." My face fell. "Why not?" "Because your hand isn't all dry and hard from all the writing." WAAA! Anyway, thank you for your -as ever- beautiful comments!
Better get started then.
~ Chapter Fourteen ~
Sam held onto his master's hand and watched with tears in his eyes as Frodo tossed and turned with nightmares. His face was flushed red and his brow was radiating heat. The little hobbit sighed deeply, stroking the hand in his grasp.
"Oh, why didn't I come after you? Why didn't I help you?" I whispered. Frodo cried out in his sleep again. His breathing was so shallow and his convulsions so violent that in the end Aragorn had to be called over.
"Hold his arm, Sam," the ranger instructed. Together they held Frodo down, waiting for the spasm to pass. Sam bit hard on his lip. Tears were rolling down his face.
"Mister Frodo," he said hoarsely. Then he buried his face in his hands, sobbing to himself. "I was supposed to protect you. Oh, Mister Frodo, I'm such a fool!"
Aragorn looked up sadly. The hobbit was in utter despair and tears flowed from his dark sad eyes in rivers.
"Please, Sam," he said softly, "You cannot blame yourself for what has happened. You have to help him now. More than you ever have before. You must wake him up or- he may never again."
Sam looked at him in horror.
"Never?" he cried.
"Please, just try. See if you can speak to him. If anyone can bring him back, it will be you."
Obediently, he turned to his master and, clutching at Frodo's limp hand, began talking in a low gentle voice.
"Mister Frodo? Can you hear me, Frodo? Listen to me. It's your Sam, calling. Aragorn's here and all and, well, you have to wake up, Mister Frodo. It's very important. Please!" Sam choked. He brushed at his eyes then shook his head. Swallowing hard, he went on, "Frodo, you must wake up. Hear me and get yourself back here. Sam's here. All's safe and well here. Wake you, you hear? Wake up, Mister Frodo!"
There was a weak groaning from the mattress and Frodo's eyes flickered open.
Frodo felt the whole world turn over on its side and he hiccuped in surprise. He saw Aragorn on his right side and on his left-
"Sam! Oh, Sam, it's you! And Aragorn! How did I get back?"
His voice was a whisper, sounding like rustling parchment. His throat was so sore and dry. He tried to swallow but his mouth was dry too. A terrible heat was writhing inside him, struggling to escape.
"Master Legolas brought you back, sir. Merry and Pippin too! Then we all found you and brought you back to us."
"How are you feeling, Frodo?" Aragorn asked, "I mean, is there anything that particularly pains you?"
"My mouth is so dry! I can't really swallow. Could I have some water, please?"
Aragorn nodded and undid the flask from his belt, holding it to Frodo's lips for him to drink. The hobbit spluttered at the first sip and began to cough. The coughing became more frenzied and Frodo sat up in alarm. The heat suddenly exploded from his mouth and he was violently sick. He felt so drained after that. His head was so light. There were worried shouts and more people running over. He saw his friends and other folk running towards him. There were angry memories pressing against his skull, forcing him to remember it all.
'.. burn you to your very bones.. I will not sacrifice myself for you.. dead within the hour.. cold as stone .. cold as stone.. cold as stone..'
"Please- I- everything is so faded- Sam? Sam! Where are you? I do not want to die!"
For a brief moment he saw Sam's face waft into view. His eyes were wide with fear. But his face was a blur of tears.
"Sam.. why are .. why are you.. crying?" he said hoarsely. But his friend just shook his head and took Frodo's hand in his. "Don't- don't cry, Sam. I will be alright- I just need- I will-"
Slowly, he sank back down into a tangle of dark nightmares. Fear gripped him like claws and teeth. The tendrils of night closed in. And though he tried to push them away he only sunk deeper into the mire.
"Sam! Sam!" he screamed. But then everything died.
~
I'm evil. I'm evil. I'm evil. I'm evil..