Disclaimer: I own NONE of the characters. They all belong to the wonderful
J.R.R. Tolkein!
Anyway this is my first fanfic ** cheers in the background*** so I hope u like it!!
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This is the worst, the cruelest punishment anyone or thing could ask for.
Frodo is dead, and the other hobbits are stone and now stand as statues.
And he made us live.
The ring was enough.
The Rings gave him enough power, enough to enchant us again, to give us enough energy, and to make the Hobbits stay as they now for all eternity. It is hard to even look at them. Just stand there helpless and they are used as target practice.
We spend our days now, sitting on the floor of Sauron's magical cage. There's nothing we can do to get out. There is nothing we can do. Nothing.
Gilmi can't get us out.
Gandalf's magic doesn't do a thing.
Legolas' bow and swords do nothing.
I, I don't even bother to try.
Now we sit our days out, never talking, frozen in our hunched poses with only one thought.
We failed! We failed! We failed! We failed!
Nothing can rouse us.
Not anymore.
Even the gods can't do a thing. Sauron is all-powerful and that's that.
We got to many chances to protect them... we should have known Sauron would get Frodo. Find out where we were and how to get by us.
And he took his soul as well. Grabbed us when we were sleeping and threw us in this cage.
And recalling what he did next, a single tear rolls form my eye.
Sauron killed Frodo in front of us. In front of Sam. Tore the hobbit's throat out with one hand.
And we couldn't do a thing. The hobbit we all loved, as a son I suppose. A brother in another case. We were like one big HAPPY family.
We all should have known it wouldn't last... well maybe except for Sam. But we knew it wouldn't last.
This is a living hell. Sauron doesn't even bother to gloat over us anymore, seeing as we give no reaction. And the spell hadn't run out. After months of this torture, the spell had finally run out. Sauron doesn't notice. I don't think he'd care, anyway.
We failed.
We won so many times, so many...but we failed.
Legolas has almost slipped...I think the spell has run out. There's no trace of the fun-loving elf I once knew.
Gandalf, Legolas and Gilmi, ever calm make their first movement in weeks. That is to close their eyes as they go. Their souls vanish from their vessels.
Gilmi glances at the hobbits and then me with a sad look in his eyes, as thought to say " Nice knowing you, friend."
I stay just a moment longer, to think. Will our souls go to the Gray Havens? Or be cast into nothingness? No way to find out except to go with the others.
My eyes drop down...down...
But as I go, I silently plea for one chance, just one last chance.
I take one last look at the hobbits and I am gone.
Anyway this is my first fanfic ** cheers in the background*** so I hope u like it!!
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This is the worst, the cruelest punishment anyone or thing could ask for.
Frodo is dead, and the other hobbits are stone and now stand as statues.
And he made us live.
The ring was enough.
The Rings gave him enough power, enough to enchant us again, to give us enough energy, and to make the Hobbits stay as they now for all eternity. It is hard to even look at them. Just stand there helpless and they are used as target practice.
We spend our days now, sitting on the floor of Sauron's magical cage. There's nothing we can do to get out. There is nothing we can do. Nothing.
Gilmi can't get us out.
Gandalf's magic doesn't do a thing.
Legolas' bow and swords do nothing.
I, I don't even bother to try.
Now we sit our days out, never talking, frozen in our hunched poses with only one thought.
We failed! We failed! We failed! We failed!
Nothing can rouse us.
Not anymore.
Even the gods can't do a thing. Sauron is all-powerful and that's that.
We got to many chances to protect them... we should have known Sauron would get Frodo. Find out where we were and how to get by us.
And he took his soul as well. Grabbed us when we were sleeping and threw us in this cage.
And recalling what he did next, a single tear rolls form my eye.
Sauron killed Frodo in front of us. In front of Sam. Tore the hobbit's throat out with one hand.
And we couldn't do a thing. The hobbit we all loved, as a son I suppose. A brother in another case. We were like one big HAPPY family.
We all should have known it wouldn't last... well maybe except for Sam. But we knew it wouldn't last.
This is a living hell. Sauron doesn't even bother to gloat over us anymore, seeing as we give no reaction. And the spell hadn't run out. After months of this torture, the spell had finally run out. Sauron doesn't notice. I don't think he'd care, anyway.
We failed.
We won so many times, so many...but we failed.
Legolas has almost slipped...I think the spell has run out. There's no trace of the fun-loving elf I once knew.
Gandalf, Legolas and Gilmi, ever calm make their first movement in weeks. That is to close their eyes as they go. Their souls vanish from their vessels.
Gilmi glances at the hobbits and then me with a sad look in his eyes, as thought to say " Nice knowing you, friend."
I stay just a moment longer, to think. Will our souls go to the Gray Havens? Or be cast into nothingness? No way to find out except to go with the others.
My eyes drop down...down...
But as I go, I silently plea for one chance, just one last chance.
I take one last look at the hobbits and I am gone.
