Some little ideas that were brought on by the Evanescence CD 'Fallen', that
I've been yearning to do for a while. Each 'chapter', if you will, is based
off some lyrics. Thanks to Amy Lee, and Ben Moody, and the other band
members for inspiring me.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, nor do I own any of the lyrics. You may give credit to Tolkien and Evanescence.
Spoilers: Well. kinda.
Chapter One
~~
Long lost words whisper slowly to me
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there.
~~
It is as if it speaks to me. Words of evil, words of betrayal, words that tell me that I am simply a way for it to get back to it's master.
The Ring.
Here we are, dear Sam and I making our way through Mordor, hope faltering every second passed. I feel it consuming me, and I hate it. I do not know why I don't run to Mount Doom and cast it into the flames; be rid of it at long last. Yet I cannot. I. need it. It is still so precious to me.
~~
Watching me
Wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you
Loving you
I won't let you pull me down.
~~
I feel as though that fiery eye is closing in on me. Getting ready to strike at any given moment, for the enemy knows I could not resist. I am in his land. I've walked straight into my doom, straight into what will be my peril. They all want me, for I am the ring bearer, after all. And as the Lady Galadriel told me.
'To be ring bearer is to be alone.'
Yes. I fear everything that is around us. I fear the Ring, fear what it has done to me. How long has it been since I've spoken? I catch Sam's worried glances, worried that I've become despondent, and that I won't really do my 'job'.
And will I?
No. I will not let it pull me down. I will not let you pull me down. Not even the tears burning my eyes will slow me down, not will my aching limbs and restless mind.
I steal a look at Sam, guilt washing over me like a tidal wave. All that he's sacrificed for me, all that he knows will come. and yet he still does not give me up? Let this foolish old hobbit complete this equally foolish 'adventure' alone? I don't suppose he will ever.
I often wonder what has become of the others. I pray that the fate that befell Gandalf and Boromir do not claim them as well. Merry and Pippin. I still remember that night when they and Sam revealed that they had been planning all along to come with me. Such an act of friendship shall never be matched, and I dare not ever ask of anything of them again.
There is a firm reason I can't- won't give in. I will not let my friends down.
~~
Watching me
Wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Saving me
Raping me
Watching me
~~
But the pull is so strong, and the Ring feels as if it may pull my face into the ground from it's weight. It wants me, wants me to fail. Wants me to finally admit defeat and to give in.
I do not deny, that at times I have thought what would come if I claimed the Ring as my own. if I simply refused to give it up. saving perhaps that last bit of sanity that shall probably be destroyed if I do what the council intended to do. What I myself volunteered to do. It's violating me by the second. taking away all self control I've ever possessed. How can I let it do this? How can I stop it?
I can destroy it. That is the only way.
~~
I won't let you pull me down.
~~
Well. yes, I know that seriously sucked, but I need to go to bed. Stupid school makes me get up at god forsaken times of the morning, which makes me go to bed unreasonably early. Oh, I'll stop my ranting. Just read, and review. Yes. If anything, just review. Reading would-Yea. I'll go to bed now. ^^'
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, nor do I own any of the lyrics. You may give credit to Tolkien and Evanescence.
Spoilers: Well. kinda.
Chapter One
~~
Long lost words whisper slowly to me
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there.
~~
It is as if it speaks to me. Words of evil, words of betrayal, words that tell me that I am simply a way for it to get back to it's master.
The Ring.
Here we are, dear Sam and I making our way through Mordor, hope faltering every second passed. I feel it consuming me, and I hate it. I do not know why I don't run to Mount Doom and cast it into the flames; be rid of it at long last. Yet I cannot. I. need it. It is still so precious to me.
~~
Watching me
Wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you
Loving you
I won't let you pull me down.
~~
I feel as though that fiery eye is closing in on me. Getting ready to strike at any given moment, for the enemy knows I could not resist. I am in his land. I've walked straight into my doom, straight into what will be my peril. They all want me, for I am the ring bearer, after all. And as the Lady Galadriel told me.
'To be ring bearer is to be alone.'
Yes. I fear everything that is around us. I fear the Ring, fear what it has done to me. How long has it been since I've spoken? I catch Sam's worried glances, worried that I've become despondent, and that I won't really do my 'job'.
And will I?
No. I will not let it pull me down. I will not let you pull me down. Not even the tears burning my eyes will slow me down, not will my aching limbs and restless mind.
I steal a look at Sam, guilt washing over me like a tidal wave. All that he's sacrificed for me, all that he knows will come. and yet he still does not give me up? Let this foolish old hobbit complete this equally foolish 'adventure' alone? I don't suppose he will ever.
I often wonder what has become of the others. I pray that the fate that befell Gandalf and Boromir do not claim them as well. Merry and Pippin. I still remember that night when they and Sam revealed that they had been planning all along to come with me. Such an act of friendship shall never be matched, and I dare not ever ask of anything of them again.
There is a firm reason I can't- won't give in. I will not let my friends down.
~~
Watching me
Wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Saving me
Raping me
Watching me
~~
But the pull is so strong, and the Ring feels as if it may pull my face into the ground from it's weight. It wants me, wants me to fail. Wants me to finally admit defeat and to give in.
I do not deny, that at times I have thought what would come if I claimed the Ring as my own. if I simply refused to give it up. saving perhaps that last bit of sanity that shall probably be destroyed if I do what the council intended to do. What I myself volunteered to do. It's violating me by the second. taking away all self control I've ever possessed. How can I let it do this? How can I stop it?
I can destroy it. That is the only way.
~~
I won't let you pull me down.
~~
Well. yes, I know that seriously sucked, but I need to go to bed. Stupid school makes me get up at god forsaken times of the morning, which makes me go to bed unreasonably early. Oh, I'll stop my ranting. Just read, and review. Yes. If anything, just review. Reading would-Yea. I'll go to bed now. ^^'