A/N: Okay apparently people are starting to like this story a lot more than
I thought they would...that sounds weird but oh well. That is why I have
decided to write another chapter and ignore the huge mound of homework
sitting in the corner of the room. :: Frowns over at homework:: But hey
this is educational.sort of. Hope you all enjoy! Now where did I leave
off..
The One Ring is Stolen by a Squirrel Part 4
Sam chased after Frodo, but for some reason today he just couldn't keep up. His weary feet dragged beneath him as he continued on after Frodo. But it was no use his master was driven on by desire and he was only driven by love and loyalty, it disheartened him to see how much more power desire held. He decided to walk back to the pile of berries and try to save them for when Frodo came back looking for him.
Sam had no doubts about Frodo coming back for him, for Mr. Frodo was too good a hobbit to leave him all alone. Sam walked slowly back to the small hill, but it was no use he had chased Frodo too fast and too far, he collapsed at the base unable to reach the top. He fell asleep there unaware of the spark of gold at the top, sending out a signal to its minions.
Frodo sped like the wind running every which way trying to find the source of the thrumming, but to no avail. The Ring seemed to be right next to him and yet it seemed miles away. He needed it he knew he could not last much longer without it, the influx of strength that had overtaken him was slowly started to fade, but the desire was greater than ever. He knew he would run until he died of exhaustion if he thought it would bring him any closer to the ring.
It was as Frodo slowed and began to think that he noticed that Sam was no longer following him. The poor fellow had been unable to keep up, he hadn't the strength Frodo had but still he tried. Frodo shook his head, he was pushing Sam too hard, always forgetting that he was the stronger one now, and not the one struggling just to walk.
Frodo looked about him, wondering which way he had come so that he could find his way back to Sam. As he turned he saw a speck of fur run by.
"There you are! You vicious little Squirrel! Give me back my precious!" Frodo yelled chasing after what he thought was a squirrel. He quickly ran to where he had seen the speck of brown. When he got there Frodo saw what he had mistaken for a squirrel. A small brown leaf was fluttering in the breeze barely attached to the tree it was hanging from.
He fell to the ground beside it and for the first time he began to lose hope. But to his surprise he didn't think about his loss of the ring but rather the loss to middle earth. Throughout this whole chase he had barely thought of them, he had only thought of getting back his possession, but as he sat there new feelings washed over him. He began to feel like himself once again, like the old Frodo, just realizing all the problems he had to bear. He felt just as he had the day Gandalf had told him he must leave the Shire, and face untold danger to protect the ring. Now he saw each of his compainions and he knew their strife and their pain.
"This isn't me." Frodo whispered to himself. Those words kept repeating in his head and an fire began to slowly grow. He would rise about the power of the ring, he would because he must. He stood up his determination rising begging to be shown to the world. "I will not become Gollum! You hear me Ring, I will find you! I will find you, not because you are my possession but because you hold the fate of my friends and the rest of Middle Earth. I will find you!" Frodo screamed into the sky, knowing somehow that the ring had heard him. "I will find you and I will destroy you." He said softly to himself but he knew that the ring had heard it as well.
He gritted his teeth and walked back the way he had came.
The One Ring is Stolen by a Squirrel Part 4
Sam chased after Frodo, but for some reason today he just couldn't keep up. His weary feet dragged beneath him as he continued on after Frodo. But it was no use his master was driven on by desire and he was only driven by love and loyalty, it disheartened him to see how much more power desire held. He decided to walk back to the pile of berries and try to save them for when Frodo came back looking for him.
Sam had no doubts about Frodo coming back for him, for Mr. Frodo was too good a hobbit to leave him all alone. Sam walked slowly back to the small hill, but it was no use he had chased Frodo too fast and too far, he collapsed at the base unable to reach the top. He fell asleep there unaware of the spark of gold at the top, sending out a signal to its minions.
Frodo sped like the wind running every which way trying to find the source of the thrumming, but to no avail. The Ring seemed to be right next to him and yet it seemed miles away. He needed it he knew he could not last much longer without it, the influx of strength that had overtaken him was slowly started to fade, but the desire was greater than ever. He knew he would run until he died of exhaustion if he thought it would bring him any closer to the ring.
It was as Frodo slowed and began to think that he noticed that Sam was no longer following him. The poor fellow had been unable to keep up, he hadn't the strength Frodo had but still he tried. Frodo shook his head, he was pushing Sam too hard, always forgetting that he was the stronger one now, and not the one struggling just to walk.
Frodo looked about him, wondering which way he had come so that he could find his way back to Sam. As he turned he saw a speck of fur run by.
"There you are! You vicious little Squirrel! Give me back my precious!" Frodo yelled chasing after what he thought was a squirrel. He quickly ran to where he had seen the speck of brown. When he got there Frodo saw what he had mistaken for a squirrel. A small brown leaf was fluttering in the breeze barely attached to the tree it was hanging from.
He fell to the ground beside it and for the first time he began to lose hope. But to his surprise he didn't think about his loss of the ring but rather the loss to middle earth. Throughout this whole chase he had barely thought of them, he had only thought of getting back his possession, but as he sat there new feelings washed over him. He began to feel like himself once again, like the old Frodo, just realizing all the problems he had to bear. He felt just as he had the day Gandalf had told him he must leave the Shire, and face untold danger to protect the ring. Now he saw each of his compainions and he knew their strife and their pain.
"This isn't me." Frodo whispered to himself. Those words kept repeating in his head and an fire began to slowly grow. He would rise about the power of the ring, he would because he must. He stood up his determination rising begging to be shown to the world. "I will not become Gollum! You hear me Ring, I will find you! I will find you, not because you are my possession but because you hold the fate of my friends and the rest of Middle Earth. I will find you!" Frodo screamed into the sky, knowing somehow that the ring had heard him. "I will find you and I will destroy you." He said softly to himself but he knew that the ring had heard it as well.
He gritted his teeth and walked back the way he had came.
