Title: Amon Sul
Author: Dreamiflame
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, Tolkien's and whomever else's.
Note: Ring-wraiths, on Weathertop. Frodo's POV.
Series Note: Each of these stories is exactly 100 words long, a drabble. They were written and posted on Livejournal earlier.
"Amon Sul"
The Ring sings in triumph, and Frodo strains in effort, trying to draw his hand back, to no avail. Ghostly bone fingers on his, and the world comes back into proper focus.
Frodo cringes away from the black figures, his hand burning with cold. Gold glints in a black fist, then the Riders are fading back into the darkness.
Aragorn appears, torch in one hand, sword in the other. Sam helps Frodo to his feet. "The Ring?"
"Taken." And Frodo wonders if he wears the same expression of terror as the man before him.
The night seems suddenly much darker.
Author: Dreamiflame
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, Tolkien's and whomever else's.
Note: Ring-wraiths, on Weathertop. Frodo's POV.
Series Note: Each of these stories is exactly 100 words long, a drabble. They were written and posted on Livejournal earlier.
"Amon Sul"
The Ring sings in triumph, and Frodo strains in effort, trying to draw his hand back, to no avail. Ghostly bone fingers on his, and the world comes back into proper focus.
Frodo cringes away from the black figures, his hand burning with cold. Gold glints in a black fist, then the Riders are fading back into the darkness.
Aragorn appears, torch in one hand, sword in the other. Sam helps Frodo to his feet. "The Ring?"
"Taken." And Frodo wonders if he wears the same expression of terror as the man before him.
The night seems suddenly much darker.