A/N - Frodo, Sam, and all the other names in this are taken from J.R.R.
Tolkien. Rivendell was made by J.R.R. Tolkien. I am using them because I am
a fan. They are his. Not mine. His. So, this is a really short little thing
I wrote on Christmas eve because I was bored. Please review!
-Your friendly author
Christmas Eve in Rivendell
On the night of December 24th, Frodo lay in Rivendell upon his soft bed, thinking. He was leaving tomorrow. What had come over him at the counsel, accepting to take the ring? He sorely regretted it now.
But hope lay in his companions. He was glad to have them. Sam was a trustworthy servant, and Merry and Pippin were welcome with him (although he had doubts about them lasting). Gandalf would certainly be needed before the end, and Strider was a good Man, despite all of Sam's doubts. Legolas and Gimli he was not yet sure of, but he hoped that they would be useful and kind as well as get along with each other. Boromir seemed like a strong Man, although the talk about using the Ring had frightened Frodo a bit.
He started to speak out loud to himself. "Why did I ever agree to do this? I cannot do it! I will let everyone down! I will let all of Middle-Earth down. What was I thinking?"
"You can do it Mr. Frodo," a familiar voice said from the doorway. "And I'll be there to help you."
"Sam! How long were you listening there?"
"Long enough, Mr. Frodo."
"Oh Sam. I don't want to leave Rivendell. It's so peaceful here."
"Who would? Rivendell is like paradise. Everything is perfect here, no matter what you like doing. And the Elves are breathtaking. But we have to go. You know it."
"I know, Sam. I just don't know how I'll be able to make myself do it."
"I hope we make it, Mr. Frodo. I hope you make it."
"Oh, Sam," Frodo said, and jumped up to embrace him.
He pulled away, tears in his eyes. "I hope we do too."
Christmas Eve in Rivendell
On the night of December 24th, Frodo lay in Rivendell upon his soft bed, thinking. He was leaving tomorrow. What had come over him at the counsel, accepting to take the ring? He sorely regretted it now.
But hope lay in his companions. He was glad to have them. Sam was a trustworthy servant, and Merry and Pippin were welcome with him (although he had doubts about them lasting). Gandalf would certainly be needed before the end, and Strider was a good Man, despite all of Sam's doubts. Legolas and Gimli he was not yet sure of, but he hoped that they would be useful and kind as well as get along with each other. Boromir seemed like a strong Man, although the talk about using the Ring had frightened Frodo a bit.
He started to speak out loud to himself. "Why did I ever agree to do this? I cannot do it! I will let everyone down! I will let all of Middle-Earth down. What was I thinking?"
"You can do it Mr. Frodo," a familiar voice said from the doorway. "And I'll be there to help you."
"Sam! How long were you listening there?"
"Long enough, Mr. Frodo."
"Oh Sam. I don't want to leave Rivendell. It's so peaceful here."
"Who would? Rivendell is like paradise. Everything is perfect here, no matter what you like doing. And the Elves are breathtaking. But we have to go. You know it."
"I know, Sam. I just don't know how I'll be able to make myself do it."
"I hope we make it, Mr. Frodo. I hope you make it."
"Oh, Sam," Frodo said, and jumped up to embrace him.
He pulled away, tears in his eyes. "I hope we do too."