CHAPTER TWO : Too Many Questions
A/N Lmfao, I started writing this chapter right after the first one , I enjoyed it that much. And I think if I HADN'T gotten 5 reviews, I would've posted this chapter anyway . So, I've been getting some questions about Gollum's errm…well, y'know O.o, the thing you people HAVE TO remember for the previous chapter, is that; Frodo has the Ring on and is *invisible*, so therefore, of course Gollum would have to errm *feel* around for him , yeha well, onwards:
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Frodo stared as the man… 'Sauron' … got up to the room. He didn't want him to leave. He wanted to ask a gazillion questions; what saved him from falling into the fires? And why? Where was Sam? And Merry, Pippin? Gandalf? The rest of the fellowship?
"Please wait," Frodo called, quietly. Sauron turned around.
" 'Please wait', the brave hobbit commands. Little man, I've been waiting all my life…for a chance to rule Middle Earth and…something else…I'm not sure what…and you tell me to wait more…heartless…" He shook his head.
Frodo blinked. "I'm very sorry, Sir. I didn't mean…"
Sauron nodded, "I understand, you want to know about the fate of your friends…" Frodo looked at him hopefully. "But… I'm afraid I cannot tell you about them at this time…not even the ones I know about…"
Frodo bit his lip.
"Which ones do you know about?" He asked.
"Oh. Samwise Gamgee, an elf, with long blonde hair who hasn't told us his name yet, another hobbit, and a man." Sauron replied coolly. "But please, do not ask me any more…take care…" He left the room.
Frodo fought back tears. According to Sauron they had captured Sam, Legolas, Aragorn, and…the other hobbit had to be Merry or Pippin…but only one of them? Frodo was worried. Usually those two were inseparable. Something must have happened. And what happened to Gimli and Gandalf? And Bilbo? Horrible pictures flashed into his head. Were they all suffering somewhere? And why…the thought finally entered Frodo's mind…was he lying here in a cozy bed…probably in Barad-Dur? Why was he spared?
He sat up and took in his surroundings. He was in a rather small room. There was one small window. Beside the head of the bed there was a small table, with a bowl of hot soup on it. He wondered who had put it there. He tried to get up and explore, but he fell back, very weak. He picked up the bowl and tasted the soup. It wasn't so bad, it tasted just like the ones he used to have back home.
When he finished the soup, he felt like he had heaps more energy, so he made to get up again. He stood up slowly. His legs were a bit unstable, but Frodo managed to walk to the window. He peered out of it.
It was dark. Very dark. Instantly, Frodo's mind went to Gandalf telling him how Sauron would bring eternal darkness to Middle Earth. He stared at it. Then –
There was a scream. A rasping type of scream [?], which Frodo had never heard before. His eyes darted to where the scream came from, but the darkness was too piercing. There came another scream. He turned from the window, unable to take it anymore. He looked towards the door, and saw, with some shock, that it was wide open. He could see a dark red wall on the other side, with a guard leaning against the wall.
He walked over to it, hoping to get out into the tower and explore a tad bit. He reached the doorway --
WHAM. Frodo was thrown backwards into a wall and hit his head, hard. He grasped his aching head. What…had just happened? He stood up again and walked back to the doorway. He raised his hand and touched what seemed to be air, lightly. It was hard as stone. He took up both hands and knocked hard on the invisible barrier holding him in, trying to get the attention of the guard.
No sound came. Frodo punched the barrier as hard as he could, but to no avail. Tears of frustration, fear, longing, came to his eyes. He closed them, and at once he heard a song.
It wasn't a booming kind of sound, it wasn't like the drums in the deep, it was sweet. Frodo opened his eyes, half expecting an unknown guest to be sitting across from him, playing some sort of instrument. But there was no one. He closed his eyes again, eager to hear the soothing song more…
He staggered backwards, into the side of the bed. His mind was swimming. Flashes of the Shire, before he left it with the Ring, went through his mind. He watched them, envying those old days. Would they ever be that peaceful, and carefree again? He let the music's magic flow through him, and he fell onto the bed. He opened his eyes slightly, looked vaguely at the doorway again, then closed them and knew no more.
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A/N AHHHHHH, Frodo passes out TWICE, in two chapters O.o. I guess he's the passing-out type of guy. Ehh, there wasn't a lot of answers in this chapter, actually, none at all -_-'… But in the next one I promise you'll get some ^^; AND the appearance of one of the Fellowship ^_^ …Please read and review…