~^~ The Failure ~^~
DISCLAIMER: The characters of LotR are not mine, there's only one creator and there are over 6 billions of residents on Earth, I think if the creator would ACTUALLY write a fan fiction he should claim his ownership instead of letting thousands of people disclaim it
SUMMARY: Frodo is captured by Saruman who wants to claim the ring, but.. Where is the one ring? Just read and see.. (Reviews would be really appreciated)
RATED: R, for dark themes, violence, abuse and some angst-y subjects
AN: THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER! And if you succeed of reading this through, please review me!
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Iorhael: Yeah, poor Frodo. Well, I had to do something to torment him!
Aratlithiel: Well, fulfilled? Lets just hope that the idea I have in mind won't backfire and I'll find my conscience somewhere deep down beyond my cruelty.
Endymion: Yeah, well Gandalf's a wizard he's ought to be surprising, and Aragorn? The Ring is definitely weighing him down so close to Mount Doom.
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The whip came down at a thundering speed, so fast it broke the air between Sam's hand and Frodo's naked back, with the result of a snap that could break Frodo's heart even worse than it already was.
The whip connected with his vulnerable flesh, sending burning pain through his whole body. Frodo's agonized scream filled the whole chamber. The screams echoed amongst the empty walls, leaving one to think that the torturer wasn't only inflecting pain on one person.
The whip came again; slicing it's way into the hobbit's back. Frodo let out another terrified scream. He couldn't feel the cold any longer; all he could feel was the painfully burning sensation that vegetated on his back.
When Sam raised the whip again, preparing for another blow. Frodo found somehow strength to flee the connection, rolling himself over before the whip connected again, he found himself on his back, the whip landed beside him where he had laid second ago, screaming when the floor came into connection with his fresh cuts.
Before Sam could reach him again, Frodo struggled to get upon his knees. Sam grabbed around his victim's ankle before he could escape. Frodo cried out in pain and frustration when Sam's grip locked around his ankle, desperately trying to reach something to grab a hold on, his fingertips barely touched his cloak that lay recklessly on the floor.
Sam raised his whip again, putting his whole force behind the blow. The whip forced Frodo to lose his balance on his knees and crumbled to the floor. Before Sam could gain full control of the situation again, Frodo used his free leg to kick Sam, sending him sprawling to the floor. Frodo reached out for a thing that had lain well hidden in his cloak, turning around to face Sam who had gotten back to his feet. He held out a dagger.
// (From chapter 4 "Fly away with my hope")
"Are you going to give up now, Frodo?" Sam asked. When he got no response, he slowly pulled out a dagger from his belt "You better make up your mind before I tear you apart!" His panting was the only sound in the room and yet no reply came from Frodo.
Sam tore Frodo's tunic open and found the wound from the Morgul blade, it was not fully healed, a dead skin was covering it and could be easily ripped open again
Sam slowly placed the tip of the dagger on Frodo's right shoulder "Maybe we can fashion your unwounded shoulder, Mr. Frodo. You see the scar the Ringwraith gave you will never fully heal, why don't we make your shoulder match, eh? The scar will be a memory of your loyal Samwise Gamgee in the shadow world"
When he raised the dagger, his wrist was caught. In shock, Sam dropped the dagger and was forced to turn around //
Sam eyed the dagger that was clutched in Frodo's hand, then facing Frodo to witness desperation in his bright blue eyes. "You wouldn't dare"
"You have no idea what I'm capable of right now" Frodo whispered, his pained voice nearly betraying him
"Why haven't you brought this on sooner, heh? Frodo?" Sam asked, his eyes locked in the older ones
"Because somewhere deep inside, I really believed you could be saved.. Now I know better" Frodo said, "You see.. Sam, the heart is a fragile thing, break it too badly and it might never recover. That's exactly what you have inflected upon me, now I see through the love and care I bore for you and now I see the hate" Frodo rose his dagger "Hate can lead us to many things"
"Like to kill?" Sam chuckled "You think you can handle me, Frodo?"
"There's only one way to find that out" Frodo said
Sam brought out his hands for a gesture "Bring it on"
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Gandalf was sent into the wall by Saruman's staff. Grunting, when he crumpled to the floor and yet still holding his dignity when he faced Saruman again. Before Saruman could use his staff again Gandalf sent him sprawling to the floor with his own.
The staff flew out of Saruman's hands and landed in between of them
Gandalf rose up just as quickly as he fell to the floor, holding his staff against Saruman who lay unprotected on the floor. Watching Gandalf's movements as he stepped forward, making sure Saruman had no other tricks up his sleeve.
"Have you forgotten that you've betrayed the unnamed power from up above?" Gandalf asked, "Have you forgotten how you've betrayed me to death? I am assure to tell you that the Balrog has done a great difference in my life and I have gained a lot more power than I had before my death. A power above you, Saruman"
Never in his long life had Saruman been lost of words, but right then he had no response but to stare at the wizard who held him still with his staff.
Gandalf shared a long time staring at Saruman, waiting for a reply of some kind when he received none Gandalf picked up the staff that lay now by his feet.
Saruman's eyes widened when he came to a realization what Gandalf was about to do and before he could protest Gandalf had already broken it.
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Frodo threw himself on Sam, trying to place the dagger somewhere where it would belong. He did not receive enough time before Sam slammed him into the wall behind him, which sent searing pain through the hobbit's back, desperately trying to get Frodo to release the dagger that Frodo held ever so tightly in his hand.
Frodo used all his strength to rid himself off the wall that embraced his back, pushing himself off and sending himself and Sam tumbling to the floor. In the action he lost the dagger and Sam was quicker to claim it again, shoving Frodo hardly on the floor and placing himself on the top, Frodo writhed beneath Sam's body, trying to find a way out of the fate's cruel destiny. When he realized that there was no way of escaping, he found himself face to face with Sam who stared back, clutching the dagger in his hand and holding it against Frodo's chest.
Frodo's heart melted when he saw Sam's eyes become clearer than before, like there was no dusty fog clouding them any longer, like the creature that held him down had become Sam again, Sam - his friend.
A painful gasp escaped his tormentor, not physically painful, it was more like something emotional had found it's way into Sam's possessed body.
"Mr. Frodo?" Sam called out, but Frodo could stand the thought of Sam using that trick, "Mr. Frodo?.. Please, it's your Sam" His voice was betraying him, it was so thick with emotion and pain that Frodo could nearly believe it was Sam again
When Sam's hand connected with his cheek, Frodo let out a terrified scream.
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Legolas went first up the dark stairway of the tower, with Merry and Pippin dashing after him. Oropher came up close, and just like Legolas prepared for action.
But nothing greeted their presence, nothing but darkness and the coldness of the tower, "I suspect that the whole amount of these hideous creatures we've slaughtered before, including the ones at Helms Deep was all that the dark lord could come up with" Legolas couldn't hid the relief in his voice
"Still. It's best to be careful" Oropher added as he caught up with the other three
"Of course" Legolas agreed
"Can we just save this conversation until we find Frodo?" Merry suggested as he looked warily around
No one said a word, which made the terrified scream more audible when it echoed through the tower
"Frodo" Pippin was the first one to recover as he rushed forward
The other three followed close behind, following the sound of the noise that brought them in front of a solid doors made of steal. Not lingering for too long, Legolas pushed the door open to witness the scene inside of the room.
Frodo had turned the situation around and now sat on top of Sam, sending him weak punches, again and again. His rage blinded him of seeing his rescuers that had now entered the room.
"Frodo!" Merry cried out as he rushed toward his cousin
Although Frodo was blinded by rage, he was not deaf and couldn't help but hearing that familiar voice of his cousin and before he had a chance to lower his fist he had already been grabbed into a warm embrace
Sam groaned as he rose himself up, eyeing Frodo carefully and somehow Frodo couldn't care any longer if Sam was in the room with them, he felt safe amongst the four ones that had entered - - he felt safe from Sam's touch.
When staring at Sam over Merry's shoulder he realized that maybe his thought from earlier had been true, Sam looked different. That was for sure. He hadn't even been able to act so believable when he met him first as that possessed creature.
Sam stared back, the whole event that had burned in his mind came back to hunt him, though the demon had left his body and soul it had left memories that Sam would have to bear for the rest of his life.
~^~
Gandalf glanced at the dead body of Saruman. In his hand was clutched a bloody knife, in some state of sorrow he knelt beside the body, "Rest in Pease, my friend. I hope you find the peace I wish for you somewhere else than here"
Dropping the dagger, he left the room. One task was left, a task that could be more difficult than to take a life.
~^~
"Frodo" Sam stated
Frodo turned around to find himself few feet away from Sam, neither moved. So, the distant was kept, although no one could hear a word that would be said between them "I.." Sam stated, unshed tears hidden behind his eyes
"I know, Sam" Frodo said, "You don't have to apologize for anything. In fact lets not speak of this again"
"Thank you, Mr. Frodo" Sam whispered
They spent a while staring at each other, no movements were made until Frodo turned around and walked away, no other words were shared between them.
Sam didn't know if things would ever get the same between them, in fact he doubted it. But though he was aware of that painful fact one sentence repeated in his head
'Don't you lose him, Samwise Gamgee'
And nothing could ever stand in the way of Sam to lose his most precious thing.
~^~
THE END
Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed, and please I don't mind of getting a last review. Heh, Please tell me what you think!
DISCLAIMER: The characters of LotR are not mine, there's only one creator and there are over 6 billions of residents on Earth, I think if the creator would ACTUALLY write a fan fiction he should claim his ownership instead of letting thousands of people disclaim it
SUMMARY: Frodo is captured by Saruman who wants to claim the ring, but.. Where is the one ring? Just read and see.. (Reviews would be really appreciated)
RATED: R, for dark themes, violence, abuse and some angst-y subjects
AN: THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER! And if you succeed of reading this through, please review me!
---
Iorhael: Yeah, poor Frodo. Well, I had to do something to torment him!
Aratlithiel: Well, fulfilled? Lets just hope that the idea I have in mind won't backfire and I'll find my conscience somewhere deep down beyond my cruelty.
Endymion: Yeah, well Gandalf's a wizard he's ought to be surprising, and Aragorn? The Ring is definitely weighing him down so close to Mount Doom.
~^~
The whip came down at a thundering speed, so fast it broke the air between Sam's hand and Frodo's naked back, with the result of a snap that could break Frodo's heart even worse than it already was.
The whip connected with his vulnerable flesh, sending burning pain through his whole body. Frodo's agonized scream filled the whole chamber. The screams echoed amongst the empty walls, leaving one to think that the torturer wasn't only inflecting pain on one person.
The whip came again; slicing it's way into the hobbit's back. Frodo let out another terrified scream. He couldn't feel the cold any longer; all he could feel was the painfully burning sensation that vegetated on his back.
When Sam raised the whip again, preparing for another blow. Frodo found somehow strength to flee the connection, rolling himself over before the whip connected again, he found himself on his back, the whip landed beside him where he had laid second ago, screaming when the floor came into connection with his fresh cuts.
Before Sam could reach him again, Frodo struggled to get upon his knees. Sam grabbed around his victim's ankle before he could escape. Frodo cried out in pain and frustration when Sam's grip locked around his ankle, desperately trying to reach something to grab a hold on, his fingertips barely touched his cloak that lay recklessly on the floor.
Sam raised his whip again, putting his whole force behind the blow. The whip forced Frodo to lose his balance on his knees and crumbled to the floor. Before Sam could gain full control of the situation again, Frodo used his free leg to kick Sam, sending him sprawling to the floor. Frodo reached out for a thing that had lain well hidden in his cloak, turning around to face Sam who had gotten back to his feet. He held out a dagger.
// (From chapter 4 "Fly away with my hope")
"Are you going to give up now, Frodo?" Sam asked. When he got no response, he slowly pulled out a dagger from his belt "You better make up your mind before I tear you apart!" His panting was the only sound in the room and yet no reply came from Frodo.
Sam tore Frodo's tunic open and found the wound from the Morgul blade, it was not fully healed, a dead skin was covering it and could be easily ripped open again
Sam slowly placed the tip of the dagger on Frodo's right shoulder "Maybe we can fashion your unwounded shoulder, Mr. Frodo. You see the scar the Ringwraith gave you will never fully heal, why don't we make your shoulder match, eh? The scar will be a memory of your loyal Samwise Gamgee in the shadow world"
When he raised the dagger, his wrist was caught. In shock, Sam dropped the dagger and was forced to turn around //
Sam eyed the dagger that was clutched in Frodo's hand, then facing Frodo to witness desperation in his bright blue eyes. "You wouldn't dare"
"You have no idea what I'm capable of right now" Frodo whispered, his pained voice nearly betraying him
"Why haven't you brought this on sooner, heh? Frodo?" Sam asked, his eyes locked in the older ones
"Because somewhere deep inside, I really believed you could be saved.. Now I know better" Frodo said, "You see.. Sam, the heart is a fragile thing, break it too badly and it might never recover. That's exactly what you have inflected upon me, now I see through the love and care I bore for you and now I see the hate" Frodo rose his dagger "Hate can lead us to many things"
"Like to kill?" Sam chuckled "You think you can handle me, Frodo?"
"There's only one way to find that out" Frodo said
Sam brought out his hands for a gesture "Bring it on"
~^~
Gandalf was sent into the wall by Saruman's staff. Grunting, when he crumpled to the floor and yet still holding his dignity when he faced Saruman again. Before Saruman could use his staff again Gandalf sent him sprawling to the floor with his own.
The staff flew out of Saruman's hands and landed in between of them
Gandalf rose up just as quickly as he fell to the floor, holding his staff against Saruman who lay unprotected on the floor. Watching Gandalf's movements as he stepped forward, making sure Saruman had no other tricks up his sleeve.
"Have you forgotten that you've betrayed the unnamed power from up above?" Gandalf asked, "Have you forgotten how you've betrayed me to death? I am assure to tell you that the Balrog has done a great difference in my life and I have gained a lot more power than I had before my death. A power above you, Saruman"
Never in his long life had Saruman been lost of words, but right then he had no response but to stare at the wizard who held him still with his staff.
Gandalf shared a long time staring at Saruman, waiting for a reply of some kind when he received none Gandalf picked up the staff that lay now by his feet.
Saruman's eyes widened when he came to a realization what Gandalf was about to do and before he could protest Gandalf had already broken it.
~^~
Frodo threw himself on Sam, trying to place the dagger somewhere where it would belong. He did not receive enough time before Sam slammed him into the wall behind him, which sent searing pain through the hobbit's back, desperately trying to get Frodo to release the dagger that Frodo held ever so tightly in his hand.
Frodo used all his strength to rid himself off the wall that embraced his back, pushing himself off and sending himself and Sam tumbling to the floor. In the action he lost the dagger and Sam was quicker to claim it again, shoving Frodo hardly on the floor and placing himself on the top, Frodo writhed beneath Sam's body, trying to find a way out of the fate's cruel destiny. When he realized that there was no way of escaping, he found himself face to face with Sam who stared back, clutching the dagger in his hand and holding it against Frodo's chest.
Frodo's heart melted when he saw Sam's eyes become clearer than before, like there was no dusty fog clouding them any longer, like the creature that held him down had become Sam again, Sam - his friend.
A painful gasp escaped his tormentor, not physically painful, it was more like something emotional had found it's way into Sam's possessed body.
"Mr. Frodo?" Sam called out, but Frodo could stand the thought of Sam using that trick, "Mr. Frodo?.. Please, it's your Sam" His voice was betraying him, it was so thick with emotion and pain that Frodo could nearly believe it was Sam again
When Sam's hand connected with his cheek, Frodo let out a terrified scream.
~^~
Legolas went first up the dark stairway of the tower, with Merry and Pippin dashing after him. Oropher came up close, and just like Legolas prepared for action.
But nothing greeted their presence, nothing but darkness and the coldness of the tower, "I suspect that the whole amount of these hideous creatures we've slaughtered before, including the ones at Helms Deep was all that the dark lord could come up with" Legolas couldn't hid the relief in his voice
"Still. It's best to be careful" Oropher added as he caught up with the other three
"Of course" Legolas agreed
"Can we just save this conversation until we find Frodo?" Merry suggested as he looked warily around
No one said a word, which made the terrified scream more audible when it echoed through the tower
"Frodo" Pippin was the first one to recover as he rushed forward
The other three followed close behind, following the sound of the noise that brought them in front of a solid doors made of steal. Not lingering for too long, Legolas pushed the door open to witness the scene inside of the room.
Frodo had turned the situation around and now sat on top of Sam, sending him weak punches, again and again. His rage blinded him of seeing his rescuers that had now entered the room.
"Frodo!" Merry cried out as he rushed toward his cousin
Although Frodo was blinded by rage, he was not deaf and couldn't help but hearing that familiar voice of his cousin and before he had a chance to lower his fist he had already been grabbed into a warm embrace
Sam groaned as he rose himself up, eyeing Frodo carefully and somehow Frodo couldn't care any longer if Sam was in the room with them, he felt safe amongst the four ones that had entered - - he felt safe from Sam's touch.
When staring at Sam over Merry's shoulder he realized that maybe his thought from earlier had been true, Sam looked different. That was for sure. He hadn't even been able to act so believable when he met him first as that possessed creature.
Sam stared back, the whole event that had burned in his mind came back to hunt him, though the demon had left his body and soul it had left memories that Sam would have to bear for the rest of his life.
~^~
Gandalf glanced at the dead body of Saruman. In his hand was clutched a bloody knife, in some state of sorrow he knelt beside the body, "Rest in Pease, my friend. I hope you find the peace I wish for you somewhere else than here"
Dropping the dagger, he left the room. One task was left, a task that could be more difficult than to take a life.
~^~
"Frodo" Sam stated
Frodo turned around to find himself few feet away from Sam, neither moved. So, the distant was kept, although no one could hear a word that would be said between them "I.." Sam stated, unshed tears hidden behind his eyes
"I know, Sam" Frodo said, "You don't have to apologize for anything. In fact lets not speak of this again"
"Thank you, Mr. Frodo" Sam whispered
They spent a while staring at each other, no movements were made until Frodo turned around and walked away, no other words were shared between them.
Sam didn't know if things would ever get the same between them, in fact he doubted it. But though he was aware of that painful fact one sentence repeated in his head
'Don't you lose him, Samwise Gamgee'
And nothing could ever stand in the way of Sam to lose his most precious thing.
~^~
THE END
Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed, and please I don't mind of getting a last review. Heh, Please tell me what you think!
