A/N So now I write another one...soon I wont have anything to write about anymore! Have you read my other story...? If you haven't, please do!

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'Sam?!?'

'Yes Mr. Frodo, I've come to save you from this place!'

'Sam?!?' Said two other voices in unison.

'Mr Merry, Mr. Pippin? What are you doing here?!? Oh my god...' (Sam is thinking the same thing Frodo was thinking when he saw them, don't have to write it again, do I?)

'What's happ...'

'Look, I'd very much like to exchange stories, but right now we should get out,' Pippin broke off and everyone nodded silently. They left quietly and got safely out of the castle. Well out, Frodo turned to Sam.

'Did you...I mean, did you take the ring?'

'Yes Mr. Frodo, I've got it right here. If you'd like, maybe I could carry it for you a little while. It must be a big burden.'

'No, no give it to me, you, your thief!!!' Frodo tried to take the ring from Sam with force, but were stopped by Merry and Pippin, who had been walking behind him all the time and now pulled him back and held him there until he had calmed down.

'I'm sorry Sam, it's just the horrible power of the ring. You can't help me carry this burden, I must carry it to the bitter end.' Sam slowly took of the ring and gave it back to Frodo. He smiled

'So I guess the four hobbit's who started this journey must finish it. Come on, let's go.'

Suddenly someone came out of the bushes. Sam draw his sword, Merry and Pippin tried to do the same, but remembered they'd lost them on the fields of Pelennor. Frodo just stared.

'Nice hobbitssssss, ssso glad you're alive. Big, horrible sssspider, SSssssmeagol didn't know, we ssssswear...' Sam mumbled something and motioned his sword to take Smeagol's neck, but Frodo raised his hand to stop him.

'All right Smeagol, I believe you. Will you lead us on to Mount Doom?' The creature looked up on him, with large, innocent eyes.

'Yes, yes, Smeagol swore to lead master, and he will. Come on, come on, must hurry!' Merry and Pippin looked at Frodo, but he shook them off with a "later" and they continued until Frodo decided it was time to rest. Merry and Pippin had begun to feel the infection of their wounds, but didn't say anything. Sam called for them to come over, and after he had had a look on their hand's he asked them to turn around. When he examined them, he gave a small cry.

'These wounds are horrible! And I think they're infected too! How did you get them?' Merry and Pippin just looked at him, and he realised that was a stupid question.

'Yes, they certainly are infected,' he said after examining them closer. 'You will get sick unless you can get help soon.' Merry turned around.

'We know that,' he said, 'and we were prepared to die in that prison, but this is better. We'll help you as long as our feet can bear us.' Sam just nodded and they all slept. All except for one. Gollum.

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'We've lost them,' said Aragorn when they were almost in Mordor. Everyone had to agree, even Gimli. They mournfully turned around since it wasn't anything they could do. The hobbits should be dead by now, killed by orcs in the horrible black tower of Barad-Dûr.

'So what are we going to do now,' asked Legolas.

'We will ride back, and then we'll see. We must do everything in our power to lead Sauron's attention away from Frodo and Sam. I've been thinking about leading a last desperate attack against Mordor. Like a last try to make the ringbearer's job easier. I would think Frodo's still alive, seeing that we would notice if Sauron had got the ring. If we're lucky, he is inside Mordor right now, aiming for Mount Doom. If attacking the dark lord himself is the only thing we can do right now, then so be it!' Legolas looked at him. The death of the two hobbit's was apparently the drop that made the cup spill over. (That's an expression in Swedish, don't know what you say in English.) He no longer looked like Strider, just lord Aragorn, proud and tall, but without the sparkle in his eyes. He had lost so much, and now he couldn't take anymore. Legolas looked down. Even if Aragorn's plan sounded like a suicide-trip, he had to admit it was a good idea, and probably the smartest thing to do now. They continued in silence.

A/N This is getting weird...I'm so tired today so this might turn out...well weird...see ya soon I hope...