Title: Coil 5/?
Chapter Title: The Madman
Author: Haunting Shinigami
E-mail: Mystique002@aol.com
Characters: Frodo, Maura(OC.sorta), Sam
Warnings: Slashy, Dark, Insanity, Slight Gore
Rating: PG
Summary: Frodo falls into an alternant reality and a surprise is waiting
for him there.
Complete: 5/?
Disclaimer: I do not own them, I only molest them for my own sick
pleasures.
A/n: Thanks for the reviews! If you want me to keep going, please review. I
like ideas So those are welcome to! Thanks to.well my muse for giving me
this idea.
"You don't really blame yourself...do you?"
The voice boomed off of the non-existent walls of the darkness. It created ripples in the air, chilling the darkness, making it colder than it already seemed. There had to be light coming from somewhere, or else it would be impossible for Frodo to see the figure standing in front of him. He couldn't tell, he couldn't tell anything here. Only that it was very cold and dark.
Was the light coming from him? Or was it from the figure? Or was it coming from...the ceiling...the ground? Where...there had to be a source.
This place was so strange. Why wasn't he tired? He felt fine, he felt stronger than he had ever been in his life. He looked down at his hand.
"What..." His finger was still there, they were perfect hands. Stable, good, writing hands. The hands he had before the quest.
"Does it please you to be in this health? Or would you rather be back as you were?"
The light shifted slightly, and then Frodo collapsed. He was back as he was before. Beaten, scratched, he didn't even have his gown on. He had the clothes that he wore during the quest on. The chain remained on his neck, the ripped flesh spilling fresh blood down onto his chest. The blood seemed to glow in the lighting. The pain was new, but old. He had experienced it before but it all seemed to be happening again, again as new. Not new...was it? He deserved it. He had deserved it, and he deserved it even now.
"No, I don't think that suits you at all. Not for my Frodo."
Again the light shifted and he was back in the white hospital gown. Strength back but the wounds were still there.
"Why...who...are you?" Frodo asked the figure who stood a fair distance away so that Frodo couldn't make out any feature other than that he was about the same size as himself.
"Between you and me, my name is irrelevant... I want you to tell me about yourself. Why are you here with me? Was it really all that bad Frodo?" His voice was smooth, like an Elf's. It was a little bit lower than Frodo's own voice, but still sounded much like his own.
"I'm...going crazy I think." He said quietly, the darkness seemed to close in tighter around the two.
"Yes, I do believe your going crazy but why, Frodo?"
Frodo looked down at the ground, it was moving, much like a river current would move...like the River in Buckland. The one that he and Merry would jump in. He missed that river...he wanted to go back with Merry and swim in it again. But, he could never to that. Not as he was now.
"Because, this is the only way I can save myself. Better crazy than dead. Or... maybe this is what I deserve." He bent down to touch the water's surface, but just as he did the figure grabbed his hand with such force that Frodo fell over himself; sending splashes of water every-which-way, but Frodo didn't fall in, he remained kneeling on it.
"No, Frodo. You don't deserve any of this! Do you understand? None of it! You shouldn't have suffered like you did! It isn't fair! Those cowards, look at you! Your shattered, your nearly dead, your nothing but a pitied wraith of your former beauty and who's fault do you think that was?"
Frodo was starring straight into what he thought was the figure's face, but still it was covered in shadow. "It...I let it do that to me. It was mine and the Ring's fault. I let it, and now this is all I have." He looked about the dark world with a grimace.
"They let the Ring do what it did to you. Those who gave it to you, the one's that were supposed to protect and love you. They are who to blame." The figure's voice was cold as ice, his grip on Frodo's hands tightening, until Frodo couldn't hold back the cries of pain lodging up in his throat any longer and then.
"Who's helping you now Frodo? Now that the quest is done, Merry and Pippin don't even bother coming to see you. Gandalf doesn't come anywhere near you, do you even know why they are trying to keep you alive?" The figure released Frodo's hands and grabbed his shoulders.
"No.well.because I suppose they are repaying a dept." He looked down at the ground, "Though, they shouldn't be repaying it to me.they should be repaying it to Sam, or Gollum. They were what saved the quest and the world, not me."
The figure started to laugh, the ground shook with that laughter and suddenly a wind appeared in the dark. "You saved them, you were the hero, and Sam was a coward. He left you all alone in Shelob's lair, and he stole it from you. Remember? So did Gollum they both deserved what they got, but not you Frodo. You deserve to be a hero." He leaned in and started to hug Frodo.
"No! No.it was my fault, and I didn't want it.I just wanted to save my Shire. I didn't want the Ring.I just wanted." He broke down and sobbed. Sobbed into the dark and the tears hit the ground with such a force that they made a terrible sound. It sounded as if they were tearing the very ground apart.
"I know, and it wasn't your fault. It was the Council's for giving it to you and then taking it away right when you could have used it for good, it was Sam's for doing nothing but following you around like some pitiful little guard dog and then leaving you alone to die, it was all their fault. Not yours, never yours Frodo."
He leaned towards Frodo and picked him up. Cradled him. Frodo beat at his chest but the figure didn't let go, he grabbed Frodo's chin and tipped it up towards his face. Frodo closed his eyes and cried, begging him to stop talking madness. Asking him to let him out of this place of darkness. He wanted the light back. He wanted his Sam back, he wanted Gandalf. Where were they?
The figure kissed Frodo then. Right when Frodo was asking for everyone back. "You don't need them anymore. They don't love you, if they did, they would have saved you from the Ring."
"No! Let me go you monster! Let me go!" The figure kissed him again this time rougher. "You see this?" He grabbed Frodo's right hand with his right hand and held them up to Frodo's face.
"They did this to us." Both of their ring fingers were missing on both of their hands.
"Your." Frodo looked into the Figure's face now, which was starting to show.
"Yes, I'm you, and you created me, Frodo Baggins. You created this place, its all in your beautiful little head. Your beautiful crazy little head."
Frodo fell to the ground, the other him laughing into the darkness. "Your.a madman."
"Oh yes, but I'm your madman, your creation, what does that say about your sanity?"
Frodo crawled away, trying to escape this reality. The insane reality that was his, and the other him.but there couldn't be two of him.it's impossible.
"Please, let me go. Let me leave.please." Cold tears of fear ran down Frodo's face, the other him approaching him.
"I will, on one condition, say my name, and promise me that you will never forget it." Frodo didn't make a move, "Promise me!" the ground shook.
He nodded.
"Alright then, my name is Maura."
"Your name is Maura."
"You promise never to forget my name."
"I promise to never forget Maura, your name is Maura and I promise never to forget you."
The world shattered, into a million pieces of dark glass. The wind blew and the water erupted. But Maura remained still in Frodo's head, clear as day. Smiling, the world breaking all around him.
And then, he woke up, and found himself curled on the floor whispering, "I am a madman and my name is Maura. I won't forget Maura. I am a madman and my name is Maura. I won't forget Maura. I am a madman."
"Mr. Frodo? Oh please wake up! Frodo?"
".my name is Maura.."
"Frodo, please.Frodo?"
".won't forget Maura."
"Gandalf! Elrond! Please help him!"
".and.I am.a.madman."
~End Chap. 5~
A/N: Also, Maura is Frodo's name in Aduni, which is Western tongue. That is where I got the idea for Maura's name.
"You don't really blame yourself...do you?"
The voice boomed off of the non-existent walls of the darkness. It created ripples in the air, chilling the darkness, making it colder than it already seemed. There had to be light coming from somewhere, or else it would be impossible for Frodo to see the figure standing in front of him. He couldn't tell, he couldn't tell anything here. Only that it was very cold and dark.
Was the light coming from him? Or was it from the figure? Or was it coming from...the ceiling...the ground? Where...there had to be a source.
This place was so strange. Why wasn't he tired? He felt fine, he felt stronger than he had ever been in his life. He looked down at his hand.
"What..." His finger was still there, they were perfect hands. Stable, good, writing hands. The hands he had before the quest.
"Does it please you to be in this health? Or would you rather be back as you were?"
The light shifted slightly, and then Frodo collapsed. He was back as he was before. Beaten, scratched, he didn't even have his gown on. He had the clothes that he wore during the quest on. The chain remained on his neck, the ripped flesh spilling fresh blood down onto his chest. The blood seemed to glow in the lighting. The pain was new, but old. He had experienced it before but it all seemed to be happening again, again as new. Not new...was it? He deserved it. He had deserved it, and he deserved it even now.
"No, I don't think that suits you at all. Not for my Frodo."
Again the light shifted and he was back in the white hospital gown. Strength back but the wounds were still there.
"Why...who...are you?" Frodo asked the figure who stood a fair distance away so that Frodo couldn't make out any feature other than that he was about the same size as himself.
"Between you and me, my name is irrelevant... I want you to tell me about yourself. Why are you here with me? Was it really all that bad Frodo?" His voice was smooth, like an Elf's. It was a little bit lower than Frodo's own voice, but still sounded much like his own.
"I'm...going crazy I think." He said quietly, the darkness seemed to close in tighter around the two.
"Yes, I do believe your going crazy but why, Frodo?"
Frodo looked down at the ground, it was moving, much like a river current would move...like the River in Buckland. The one that he and Merry would jump in. He missed that river...he wanted to go back with Merry and swim in it again. But, he could never to that. Not as he was now.
"Because, this is the only way I can save myself. Better crazy than dead. Or... maybe this is what I deserve." He bent down to touch the water's surface, but just as he did the figure grabbed his hand with such force that Frodo fell over himself; sending splashes of water every-which-way, but Frodo didn't fall in, he remained kneeling on it.
"No, Frodo. You don't deserve any of this! Do you understand? None of it! You shouldn't have suffered like you did! It isn't fair! Those cowards, look at you! Your shattered, your nearly dead, your nothing but a pitied wraith of your former beauty and who's fault do you think that was?"
Frodo was starring straight into what he thought was the figure's face, but still it was covered in shadow. "It...I let it do that to me. It was mine and the Ring's fault. I let it, and now this is all I have." He looked about the dark world with a grimace.
"They let the Ring do what it did to you. Those who gave it to you, the one's that were supposed to protect and love you. They are who to blame." The figure's voice was cold as ice, his grip on Frodo's hands tightening, until Frodo couldn't hold back the cries of pain lodging up in his throat any longer and then.
"Who's helping you now Frodo? Now that the quest is done, Merry and Pippin don't even bother coming to see you. Gandalf doesn't come anywhere near you, do you even know why they are trying to keep you alive?" The figure released Frodo's hands and grabbed his shoulders.
"No.well.because I suppose they are repaying a dept." He looked down at the ground, "Though, they shouldn't be repaying it to me.they should be repaying it to Sam, or Gollum. They were what saved the quest and the world, not me."
The figure started to laugh, the ground shook with that laughter and suddenly a wind appeared in the dark. "You saved them, you were the hero, and Sam was a coward. He left you all alone in Shelob's lair, and he stole it from you. Remember? So did Gollum they both deserved what they got, but not you Frodo. You deserve to be a hero." He leaned in and started to hug Frodo.
"No! No.it was my fault, and I didn't want it.I just wanted to save my Shire. I didn't want the Ring.I just wanted." He broke down and sobbed. Sobbed into the dark and the tears hit the ground with such a force that they made a terrible sound. It sounded as if they were tearing the very ground apart.
"I know, and it wasn't your fault. It was the Council's for giving it to you and then taking it away right when you could have used it for good, it was Sam's for doing nothing but following you around like some pitiful little guard dog and then leaving you alone to die, it was all their fault. Not yours, never yours Frodo."
He leaned towards Frodo and picked him up. Cradled him. Frodo beat at his chest but the figure didn't let go, he grabbed Frodo's chin and tipped it up towards his face. Frodo closed his eyes and cried, begging him to stop talking madness. Asking him to let him out of this place of darkness. He wanted the light back. He wanted his Sam back, he wanted Gandalf. Where were they?
The figure kissed Frodo then. Right when Frodo was asking for everyone back. "You don't need them anymore. They don't love you, if they did, they would have saved you from the Ring."
"No! Let me go you monster! Let me go!" The figure kissed him again this time rougher. "You see this?" He grabbed Frodo's right hand with his right hand and held them up to Frodo's face.
"They did this to us." Both of their ring fingers were missing on both of their hands.
"Your." Frodo looked into the Figure's face now, which was starting to show.
"Yes, I'm you, and you created me, Frodo Baggins. You created this place, its all in your beautiful little head. Your beautiful crazy little head."
Frodo fell to the ground, the other him laughing into the darkness. "Your.a madman."
"Oh yes, but I'm your madman, your creation, what does that say about your sanity?"
Frodo crawled away, trying to escape this reality. The insane reality that was his, and the other him.but there couldn't be two of him.it's impossible.
"Please, let me go. Let me leave.please." Cold tears of fear ran down Frodo's face, the other him approaching him.
"I will, on one condition, say my name, and promise me that you will never forget it." Frodo didn't make a move, "Promise me!" the ground shook.
He nodded.
"Alright then, my name is Maura."
"Your name is Maura."
"You promise never to forget my name."
"I promise to never forget Maura, your name is Maura and I promise never to forget you."
The world shattered, into a million pieces of dark glass. The wind blew and the water erupted. But Maura remained still in Frodo's head, clear as day. Smiling, the world breaking all around him.
And then, he woke up, and found himself curled on the floor whispering, "I am a madman and my name is Maura. I won't forget Maura. I am a madman and my name is Maura. I won't forget Maura. I am a madman."
"Mr. Frodo? Oh please wake up! Frodo?"
".my name is Maura.."
"Frodo, please.Frodo?"
".won't forget Maura."
"Gandalf! Elrond! Please help him!"
".and.I am.a.madman."
~End Chap. 5~
A/N: Also, Maura is Frodo's name in Aduni, which is Western tongue. That is where I got the idea for Maura's name.