Disclaimer - You know the score! If I owned the characters I wouldn't let people view this stuff for free! I don't think anyone on this site would if the characters were theirs! Don't sue me!

A/N - Last but one part now! Warning - depressing stuff ahead.

-------------------------------------------

I never thought about what the end of all things must be like before. I suppose if I had, I woulda guessed it were like this. Dusty an' fiery, lookin' like the biggest wasteland you can imagine. That's where we are now, tryin' to make it up the slopes of the mountain. There's no light anymore, just shadow and greyness, and no colour neither. I don't think I'd even be able to distinguish Mr Frodo from the spewed up ash on the mountainside if it wasn't for the fact that the spewed up ash don't move. Nothing moves. There doesn't seem to be any life here.

I want to go home. I want to sleep an' find out that this was all a dream, that I'm in the hole at Bagshot Row, just gettin' up to make breakfast.

Of course, I can't even do that here. Make breakfast, that is - if it's even morning.

I had to abandon me pans

The one thing that reminded me of home, of normal life. The one thing that made me think we might even have a real chance of making it home. Gone. The wors' thing was that we threw them down to make it easier to climb up. I don't expect we shall come down.

We threw the pans down because where we're goin' now we won't be needin' them. We won't be needin' anything.

We have to make it to the top.

Mr Frodo's crawlin' now, struggling with the Ring. I felt it - the Ring. It makes your feet feel like they're made of lead, and makes you feel like you're bound with iron chains and can't escape. Yet at the same time you feel powerful, like there's nothin' else in the world that matters as much as what you're doin'. You feel that, if you wanted to, you could rule the world like, and control everythin' around you, but you also feel like you're bein' controlled an' that, if you did try to use it for good, terrible things would happen. It's no wonder Mr Frodo can't walk up the side of the mountain. The Ring has as sharp a mind as, an' if you'll excuse me sayin' sharper than, many a hobbit. It knows where we are an', while it can only guess what Frodo's gonna do to it, it knows that it's not goin' to get its chance at power if it stays here. So it's tryin' to escape, tryin' to turn my Mr Frodo to the evil side so it can get what it wants. That's my theory anyways.

It's tryin' to take 'im.

I don't suppose it counted on his Sam protectin' him though.

We're nearly halfway up now. Mr Frodo's not managin' too good though. I'll carry 'im if I have to, an' I don't care if it breaks my back. We need to get all the way up. I don't think Mr Frodo's noticed, but I feel like we're not alone. Maybe it's the Ring and the constant presence of this shadowy thing that the land is covered with, but something tells me it isn't.

It's Gollum. How long will it be before he strikes? I'll strangle that footpad if it's the last thing I do.

I'm carryin' 'im now. He's far too light for it to be good for 'im. It's the Ring, I know it - eatin' away at his life. We're nearly there now, just about to enter the main cone part.

Gollum. He's attacking Mr Frodo! I knew it was 'im all along, followin' us like some little ghoul or somethin'. But the Ring's been affecting 'im too. Either that or he ain't got any food just like the rest of us, because he isn't as strong as he was. I managed to hold 'im back while Mr Frodo made a run for it, but he managed to escape me. Seems I'm not so strong neither.

The Ring's taken Frodo.

After all that we've been through, and all that we've done, it's got 'im. He's claimin' it for himself. But it's not Mr Frodo I'm lookin' at, not 'im I'm hearing. It's like some strange bein' who's been taken over with the evil of the world. It's like the Ring itself is usin' him to declare where it is to the Dark Lord.

He's gone. I've lost 'im.

But Gollum has rescued 'im for me. He's took the Ring for 'imself and been cast into the flame. Mr Frodo has returned, weak and almost lifeless. It's up to his Sam to save him now. We have to get out.

The world is crumblin' now. I suppose this must be the end.

And now, as everything falls and the sky clears I will lie with my master and say goodbye.

We did it.

------------------------------------

A/N - I wrote a longer chapter! Yay! Sorry if it was a bit strange, but I didn't want it to be the same as my Frodo one. I also wanted it to reflect some of the normality and mundane things that go through people's heads when they know that it is the end. Or something like that!

Thank you so much for positive feedback for my other chapters! The next chapter is the final one!

Rachel xx

ps. Did I mention that I would appreciate it if you reviewed?!