Title: Nice Hobbit

Author: Anemone Frost

Email: Weepingwillow987@aol.com

Rating: PG-13

Summary: 8/? A drastic turn of events.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: None.

Archive: Ask first.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien.

A/N: This fic will soon be under the R section due to upcoming chapters. So in the future, look for it under there.



A shudder coursed down Frodo's spine as a bitter wind blew across his form. Gollum was trembling as well and a strange tint was shimmering in his wide eyes. Then, Frodo sensed it as well. An ominous presence was steadily approaching from behind and though he couldn't explain it, a great terror had entered his mind, causing him to bound toward a visible patch of brush with Gollum in hot pursuit. He stopped dead in his tracks as a dizziness crept over him. The land around him became blurry and there was a distant call in his head, urging him to touch the Ring. Gradually, his hand crept up his chest and he drew out the Ring from under his shirt.


Frodo snapped back to reality as bony hands shook his wrists. Gollum was gazing up at him with pleading eyes, and Frodo instantly took off once more toward the bushes. He slide under alongside Gollum, and waited for the terror to approach.


A whooshing sound grew and the hobbit's eyes widened in horror as a great winged beast became visible. Atop the dark creature was a Nazgul, and its piercing cry made Frodo cringe and cover at his ears from the horrendous sound. Gollum was doing the same, though he was in more of a panicky state than Frodo, whimpering and muttering to himself while shaking violently.


Frodo crept lower to the ground, trying to relax his body and mind. He thought back to the beautiful Shire; he thought back to his friends and relatives. The happy memories made him calm, until the familiar call of the Ring returned. It was stronger than before, and it turned his fond memories into darkness and fright. The temptation to slide his finger in was overwhelming and though a part of him fought, he could not resist touching the object. The Ring felt hot against his palm, yet soothing as well. There was a deep ringing chant that echoed in his head and Frodo's eyes drifted shut. His finger sank in halfway and the land around him drastically changed, becoming a world of shadows.


The creature circling above the brush dived down as the Nazgul violently jerked the reins. It stopped to hover over the brush, tearing wildly at the vegetation, sending dirt, muck, and moss flying in every direction. The creature's savage actions, and the strong wind flapping from its wings, caused Frodo to violently tumble back. His hand jolted harshly, and the Ring slipped off his finger, bringing him back to the normal world. He collapsed to the ground fiercely and the impact drew him out of the trance.


Gollum shrieked in horror and darted off into the marsh, desperately searching for another hiding place. The Ring had been forgotten for the moment. He was more interested in eluding capture and not being brought back to the tower where so many unbelievable torments had been inflicted on him. The Nazgul let him run off. He could sense the creature below him with the Ring.


The hobbit was paralyzed in horror as the beast's claw lowered around his form, hauling him roughly off the ground in a tight hold. A cry of despair passed his lips and fought hard to free himself by pounding, kicking, and biting but he only wound up hurting himself more than the creature. It's skin was nearly as hard as rocks. The feeble attempts of freedom didn't make the creature relinquish his hold, and it began to flap its wings harder, causing them to float higher into the air.


He was trapped, and he knew it. His mind was racing in panic. He could guess where he was going to be taken and if the Ring fell into Sauron's hands, then all of Middle-earth would be doomed. Tears began to trickle down his cheeks as sobs rose to his throat. There was only one option left; he had to get rid of the Ring and hope the Nazgul wouldn't notice. There had been other times where he had easily fooled the wraiths.


He wrapped his fingers around the chain and tore it from his neck, grimacing at the stinging pain. Dangling it from his palm, he slowly tilted his hand, making it slip down. A part of him was screaming to clutch it to his chest and keep it, causing a fierce sweat to break out over his brow. He didn't want to let it go but he realized there was no other option. He had to do it to save Middle-earth, at least he hoped. His hand was quivering harshly, and he gritted his teeth as he finally flung it down. There was a brief twinkle as the Ring fell from the air, landing near a bogs edge.


Frodo looked away in grief. Nausea swam in his gut and he nearly retched.


'I have failed the quest,' Frodo thought pitifully. 'I have failed everyone.'


Dizziness slipped back over him. The last thing he felt was the frigid wind blowing along his face and curls before darkness settled over his eyes.


Gollum had seen everything from under the brush and watched as the precious object landed a few feet away from him. Once the Nazgul had disappeared from sight the tiny creature raced from the hiding spot in glee. He tore through the muck and dead grass until at long last the Ring was in his fingers. Tears brimmed in Gollum's as he massaged the glimmering object, forgetting about Frodo.


"Oh, my Precious!" Gollum cried. "Yes, the Precious is finally mine! It's mine! Oh, yes! It's mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!"


Gollum pranced around in joy while gripping the Ring tightly. He grinned wildly and rubbed it gently against his cheek. Finally, after so many years, the Ring was in his grasp once more. However, there was someone running along the Marshland that could easily take it away. Sam was getting closer.



More to follow.