Lord of the Rings: The Battle of
Fangorn Forest
Prologue
The morning sunrise cast bright orange streaks in the sky as Frodo and Sam started their journey once more. It was cold and damp due to the rain from the night before. Frodo and Sam didn't talk much for they had gotten in a fight the night before over who would carry the ring. They both knew it should have been Frodo, who was chosen by Gandalf, but they're minds were becoming weary. The ring's power grew intense after the battle and it was making them power hungry and each of them had become more and more tempted to put on the ring. The night before was the breaking point where they went ballistic. Frodo drew his sword up to Sam's neck, Sam fell and rolled on the ground and got to his feet. He withdrew a dagger and slashed Frodo cheek. Frodo let a war scream and swung his sword at Sam, it had grazed the side of his shoulder. Sam staggered backwards and fell to the ground. Frodo stood looking down at him, it started to rain. Then Frodo raised his sword over his head and lowered it behind his back, now was his chance to destroy Sam, he had always wanted to do it. Frodo only wanted to keep the ring.
"NO" yelled Frodo terrified at himself. What was he doing? "Sam is like a brother to me" thought Frodo dropping his sword, which landed with a thud and a splash behind him. Frodo heard a voice in the back of his head, it was a familiar voice, but he didn't like it. It was saying something but Frodo couldn't hear. Frodo stood in silent concentration.
"The great Saruman orders you to..."the voice faded. The White Wizard Saruman was controlling him and Sam.
Prologue
The morning sunrise cast bright orange streaks in the sky as Frodo and Sam started their journey once more. It was cold and damp due to the rain from the night before. Frodo and Sam didn't talk much for they had gotten in a fight the night before over who would carry the ring. They both knew it should have been Frodo, who was chosen by Gandalf, but they're minds were becoming weary. The ring's power grew intense after the battle and it was making them power hungry and each of them had become more and more tempted to put on the ring. The night before was the breaking point where they went ballistic. Frodo drew his sword up to Sam's neck, Sam fell and rolled on the ground and got to his feet. He withdrew a dagger and slashed Frodo cheek. Frodo let a war scream and swung his sword at Sam, it had grazed the side of his shoulder. Sam staggered backwards and fell to the ground. Frodo stood looking down at him, it started to rain. Then Frodo raised his sword over his head and lowered it behind his back, now was his chance to destroy Sam, he had always wanted to do it. Frodo only wanted to keep the ring.
"NO" yelled Frodo terrified at himself. What was he doing? "Sam is like a brother to me" thought Frodo dropping his sword, which landed with a thud and a splash behind him. Frodo heard a voice in the back of his head, it was a familiar voice, but he didn't like it. It was saying something but Frodo couldn't hear. Frodo stood in silent concentration.
"The great Saruman orders you to..."the voice faded. The White Wizard Saruman was controlling him and Sam.