A Moment
A/N: I'm warning you now, I was bored! :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The stars above him were dim, the smell of the Dead Marshes clearly endeavouring to suffocate him. He rolled over, feeling the weight of the Ring around his neck.
Nearby, Sam sat, eyes wide and alert, flicking between the hunched shape of Smeagol and the dark, foreboding landscape.
'Dear Sam,' thought Frodo. 'Where would I be without you? I've been so cruel to you so many times on this journey and yet you've stayed loyal and true. I believe YOU'RE the true hero of this tale, Samwise Gamgee!'
Sighing, Frodo closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
***
"Gandalf!" he screamed, watching in horrified fascination as the wizard stood tall against the Balrog. Fear gripped him, pulling him closer and closer to a complete, hysterical frenzy.
Then, with a crash like thunder, the bridge beneath the Balrog's feet collapsed and the tension inside Frodo relaxed as Gandalf turned away.
Then he was falling, then he was gone and all they could see were his fingertips, white with exertion. They heard his voice ("Fly, you fools!") and then the fingers disappeared.
"No!" The anguished scream ripped from Frodo's throat as he tried to go back, but Boromir caught him and held him . . .
***
"I give you the light of Earendil, our most beloved star. May it be a light for you in dark places when all other lights go out." Galadriel, the Lady of Light, leaned forward and pressed her cool lips to his forehead. He remembered what she had said the night before, that even the smallest person could change the course of the future. He drew strength from that as he turned away from her, even though he knew that he would probably never see her again . . .
***
"Quick, Frodo, hide here!"
The tree's rough bark was digging into his back and terror was clawing at him and for a moment, he was about to go; and then he shook his head. He had a task to complete.
He sunk deeply into melancholy thought that was suddenly broken by Merry and Pippin's shouts of, "Hey, over here!" Shocked, he couldn't move. Then he forced himself to, unwilling to let his friends' sacrifices be for nothing.
He crashed through the trees and underbrush as fast as his hobbit legs could carry him . . .
***
"You will take the Ring to Sauron!"
He could hear Boromir's muffled voice but as the winds of the other realm blew, he could barely make out his words.
"To Sauron, indeed!" he muttered, before turning and finding himself face- to-face with The Eye . . .
***
"I would have gone with you to the end. To the very fires of Mordor."
***
"I'm going to Mordor alone!"
"Of course you are!" He heard a splash. "And I'm coming with you!"
***
"You are full of surprises, Master Baggins."
Frodo barely had time to register the comment from the dwarf before the ground began to shake severely . . .
***
"And you have my bow!"
"And MY axe."
Frodo couldn't help but grin at the expression on the young Prince's face as the dwarf Gimli came to stand by his side . . .
***
Frodo woke slowly, long before dawn. So much had happened since that long ago departure from the Shire. Those things had changed him. He was no longer the same hobbit and he knew he never would be. You could not see the horrors of the world and remain unchanged.
Frodo gently stroked the ring and then forced himself to sit up. Each member of the Fellowship had had their moments, their little quirks and moments of greatness. Sometimes that was the most wonderful memory.
A moment.
END
A/N: I'm warning you now, I was bored! :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The stars above him were dim, the smell of the Dead Marshes clearly endeavouring to suffocate him. He rolled over, feeling the weight of the Ring around his neck.
Nearby, Sam sat, eyes wide and alert, flicking between the hunched shape of Smeagol and the dark, foreboding landscape.
'Dear Sam,' thought Frodo. 'Where would I be without you? I've been so cruel to you so many times on this journey and yet you've stayed loyal and true. I believe YOU'RE the true hero of this tale, Samwise Gamgee!'
Sighing, Frodo closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
***
"Gandalf!" he screamed, watching in horrified fascination as the wizard stood tall against the Balrog. Fear gripped him, pulling him closer and closer to a complete, hysterical frenzy.
Then, with a crash like thunder, the bridge beneath the Balrog's feet collapsed and the tension inside Frodo relaxed as Gandalf turned away.
Then he was falling, then he was gone and all they could see were his fingertips, white with exertion. They heard his voice ("Fly, you fools!") and then the fingers disappeared.
"No!" The anguished scream ripped from Frodo's throat as he tried to go back, but Boromir caught him and held him . . .
***
"I give you the light of Earendil, our most beloved star. May it be a light for you in dark places when all other lights go out." Galadriel, the Lady of Light, leaned forward and pressed her cool lips to his forehead. He remembered what she had said the night before, that even the smallest person could change the course of the future. He drew strength from that as he turned away from her, even though he knew that he would probably never see her again . . .
***
"Quick, Frodo, hide here!"
The tree's rough bark was digging into his back and terror was clawing at him and for a moment, he was about to go; and then he shook his head. He had a task to complete.
He sunk deeply into melancholy thought that was suddenly broken by Merry and Pippin's shouts of, "Hey, over here!" Shocked, he couldn't move. Then he forced himself to, unwilling to let his friends' sacrifices be for nothing.
He crashed through the trees and underbrush as fast as his hobbit legs could carry him . . .
***
"You will take the Ring to Sauron!"
He could hear Boromir's muffled voice but as the winds of the other realm blew, he could barely make out his words.
"To Sauron, indeed!" he muttered, before turning and finding himself face- to-face with The Eye . . .
***
"I would have gone with you to the end. To the very fires of Mordor."
***
"I'm going to Mordor alone!"
"Of course you are!" He heard a splash. "And I'm coming with you!"
***
"You are full of surprises, Master Baggins."
Frodo barely had time to register the comment from the dwarf before the ground began to shake severely . . .
***
"And you have my bow!"
"And MY axe."
Frodo couldn't help but grin at the expression on the young Prince's face as the dwarf Gimli came to stand by his side . . .
***
Frodo woke slowly, long before dawn. So much had happened since that long ago departure from the Shire. Those things had changed him. He was no longer the same hobbit and he knew he never would be. You could not see the horrors of the world and remain unchanged.
Frodo gently stroked the ring and then forced himself to sit up. Each member of the Fellowship had had their moments, their little quirks and moments of greatness. Sometimes that was the most wonderful memory.
A moment.
END