A/N: I wasn't planning on doing a sequel to this, but then I thought it had
too much promise to leave it like that. Now this chapter is a bit serious
but I want to make it as true to life as I can and I hope to lighten it up
later. Please R&R!
The One Ring is stolen by a squirrel-Part 2
Frodo and Sam had been chasing the squirrel for days now, being led on a wild goose chase. It hadn't taken long for them to lose sight of the squirrel but still neither one of them was ready to give up.
Though now Frodo would go off searching alone, leaving Sam to rest. Sam gave numerous complaints, but there was no denying the fact that without the ring, Frodo seemed to have gained back all of his old strength and then some. Frodo still did not know if he had really gained back his strength or if he was just powered by his desire for the Ring.
He wanted it back, his desire for it had begun to ache, he felt as if he were starving, but he had no desire for food. His thoughts never strayed far from the Ring. The thought that troubled him the most, out of all the thoughts that were constantly flowing through his mind, was that he did not know if he truly wanted the ring back for the sake of Middle Earth or because he knew it to be his.
Without the Ring he was able to look back on his actions. He was able to see himself stroking the Ring through the night. He was able to see himself clutching it as he walked. But worst of all he knew how he had been treating Sam. Frodo could not remember having ever met anyone as loyal or good-hearted as Sam. And now he knew of all his outbursts and degrading comments that Sam had withstood without complaint.
Frodo felt nothing but guilt as he sat there watching Sam sleep. He slept fitfully tormented by nightmares and suffering from lack of food. Frodo decided that he should search for food, that squirrel had to live off something. He looked over the rocks to Mordor. It seemed so long ago now, when he and Sam had been climbing over these same rocks moving forward instead of running through prairies and forests.
They had journeyed almost all the way to the lake and back in pursuit of the squirrel. They had wasted so much time looking for the Ring. He wondered how the others were doing. They were all counting on him, and he was busy chasing a squirrel.
"Mr. Frodo? Mr. Frodo?" Sam called, slighty worried. He didn't like the idea of his master always running off by himself. Frodo no longer seemed to realize the danger he was still in. "Mr. Frodo? Come on Mr. Frodo, I've found some nice berries, perhaps you'll be willing to eat a few of these."
Frodo walked back towards Sam, knowing that soon they would have to go one way or another, either to Mordor with the Ring, or back to their friends to offer what help they could till Sauron found the Ring of Power.
The One Ring is stolen by a squirrel-Part 2
Frodo and Sam had been chasing the squirrel for days now, being led on a wild goose chase. It hadn't taken long for them to lose sight of the squirrel but still neither one of them was ready to give up.
Though now Frodo would go off searching alone, leaving Sam to rest. Sam gave numerous complaints, but there was no denying the fact that without the ring, Frodo seemed to have gained back all of his old strength and then some. Frodo still did not know if he had really gained back his strength or if he was just powered by his desire for the Ring.
He wanted it back, his desire for it had begun to ache, he felt as if he were starving, but he had no desire for food. His thoughts never strayed far from the Ring. The thought that troubled him the most, out of all the thoughts that were constantly flowing through his mind, was that he did not know if he truly wanted the ring back for the sake of Middle Earth or because he knew it to be his.
Without the Ring he was able to look back on his actions. He was able to see himself stroking the Ring through the night. He was able to see himself clutching it as he walked. But worst of all he knew how he had been treating Sam. Frodo could not remember having ever met anyone as loyal or good-hearted as Sam. And now he knew of all his outbursts and degrading comments that Sam had withstood without complaint.
Frodo felt nothing but guilt as he sat there watching Sam sleep. He slept fitfully tormented by nightmares and suffering from lack of food. Frodo decided that he should search for food, that squirrel had to live off something. He looked over the rocks to Mordor. It seemed so long ago now, when he and Sam had been climbing over these same rocks moving forward instead of running through prairies and forests.
They had journeyed almost all the way to the lake and back in pursuit of the squirrel. They had wasted so much time looking for the Ring. He wondered how the others were doing. They were all counting on him, and he was busy chasing a squirrel.
"Mr. Frodo? Mr. Frodo?" Sam called, slighty worried. He didn't like the idea of his master always running off by himself. Frodo no longer seemed to realize the danger he was still in. "Mr. Frodo? Come on Mr. Frodo, I've found some nice berries, perhaps you'll be willing to eat a few of these."
Frodo walked back towards Sam, knowing that soon they would have to go one way or another, either to Mordor with the Ring, or back to their friends to offer what help they could till Sauron found the Ring of Power.
