The Failure
Summary: The quest doesn't go as Frodo and Sam had hoped. *ANGST* Rating: R, for mention of character death, violence, abuse.. etc, (*No Slash*) Author's Note: The first chapter is just a small prologue. I'm checking out if anyone likes this. So..
Testing, Testing..
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They're claws dug into my skin as they tried to rip me away from my friend. But I held tightly, scarcely aware of the orcs surrounding me. My hands held tightly around Sam's forearm while the other tried to rouse him by slapping his face gently.
"Sam" My voice broke into sobs as I kept slapping his face, the slapping became harder and with less interval as I cried out his name. The arrow in his chest brushed against mine as I leaned in and kissed his forehead. His face was pale and cold and felt nor looked nothing like my Sam.
The orcs had stopped their attempt to rip me away. Or maybe they we're still trying but I couldn't feel. My mind full of grieve and rage. But deep inside I knew my quest was over. I'd lost. When I left Rivendell my mind was set, I was going to unmake the ring and part of me believed I was able to. But my optimistic has led me to my nightmare and there is no way to escape this land of death and darkness. I'd failed.
I stop crying. Knowing I shouldn't cry for myself. The failure was my fault and I need to accept the consequences. My blank eyes travel up Sam's body.
// If I'd known the last smile you gave to me. Would be the last smile I would see. I would catch it and lock it up in my heart. So I had something before we were torn apart//
My blood froze in my veins when I felt a man“s hand grab my shoulder roughly. His hand travelled to my hair and locked their grips there. Tilting my head backwards to face him. My eyes went wide, before me stood a graceful man, a wizard I would presume.
"Frodo of the Shire, I believe" The wizard studied me, his grey eyes full of hate, held to my direction "It's remarkable how far so small thing could go. How far and to get past Sauron's army"
The wizard grabbed me by the forearm, with a bruising force and easily tossed me towards the orcs "Take him away!"
I landed between two of them and they easily grabbed me by the arms. I became terrified when I noticed the wizard slowly kneel in front of Sam. He could hurt me, he could do anything to me, but I silently plead that he wouldn't harm my Sam. Although I did not know if Sam was living or dead, but I hoped his body and spirit would get the peace he deserved.
I couldn't see what the wizard was doing to him. The orcs dragged me away from my Sam. To where I didn' know. My eyes couldn't stay blank anymore and unwanted tears streamed down my dirty face.
I had failed.
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Summary: The quest doesn't go as Frodo and Sam had hoped. *ANGST* Rating: R, for mention of character death, violence, abuse.. etc, (*No Slash*) Author's Note: The first chapter is just a small prologue. I'm checking out if anyone likes this. So..
Testing, Testing..
: : :
They're claws dug into my skin as they tried to rip me away from my friend. But I held tightly, scarcely aware of the orcs surrounding me. My hands held tightly around Sam's forearm while the other tried to rouse him by slapping his face gently.
"Sam" My voice broke into sobs as I kept slapping his face, the slapping became harder and with less interval as I cried out his name. The arrow in his chest brushed against mine as I leaned in and kissed his forehead. His face was pale and cold and felt nor looked nothing like my Sam.
The orcs had stopped their attempt to rip me away. Or maybe they we're still trying but I couldn't feel. My mind full of grieve and rage. But deep inside I knew my quest was over. I'd lost. When I left Rivendell my mind was set, I was going to unmake the ring and part of me believed I was able to. But my optimistic has led me to my nightmare and there is no way to escape this land of death and darkness. I'd failed.
I stop crying. Knowing I shouldn't cry for myself. The failure was my fault and I need to accept the consequences. My blank eyes travel up Sam's body.
// If I'd known the last smile you gave to me. Would be the last smile I would see. I would catch it and lock it up in my heart. So I had something before we were torn apart//
My blood froze in my veins when I felt a man“s hand grab my shoulder roughly. His hand travelled to my hair and locked their grips there. Tilting my head backwards to face him. My eyes went wide, before me stood a graceful man, a wizard I would presume.
"Frodo of the Shire, I believe" The wizard studied me, his grey eyes full of hate, held to my direction "It's remarkable how far so small thing could go. How far and to get past Sauron's army"
The wizard grabbed me by the forearm, with a bruising force and easily tossed me towards the orcs "Take him away!"
I landed between two of them and they easily grabbed me by the arms. I became terrified when I noticed the wizard slowly kneel in front of Sam. He could hurt me, he could do anything to me, but I silently plead that he wouldn't harm my Sam. Although I did not know if Sam was living or dead, but I hoped his body and spirit would get the peace he deserved.
I couldn't see what the wizard was doing to him. The orcs dragged me away from my Sam. To where I didn' know. My eyes couldn't stay blank anymore and unwanted tears streamed down my dirty face.
I had failed.
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