Disclaimer: I don't own any characters or places, and now I don't own most
of the PLOT!
A/N: I'll be skipping some things, so every time you see a ~*~*~*~, that indicates I've skipped something.
Sam tried to return Frodo's things, but Frodo would not have it so. "No, Sam, you keep them safe for me. I have barely enough strength to lift my head, let alone wield a sword or the Lady's gift."
Sam and Frodo each picked up a shield, and so completed their orcish disguise. Sam led the way down a staircase. They avoided the orc bodies at the foot of the staircase. They started walking tword the arch. Frodo felt the Ring willing him not to pass under the arch. As they drew near it, Frodo's limbs became progressively tired. "Not yet, Mister Frodo, we can rest once we've found some cover inside."
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"Alright, Sam," came the tired response, "let's do it." Sam held the phial aloft and heard a cry: "Glithoniel, A Elbereth!" he then realized that it was his own voice.
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Frodo felt Elvish thoughts overtake his mind. He didn't fight it, these being the first optimistic thoughts he had had for a time. He felt compelled to join Sam, so he did: "Aiya elenion ancalima!" and the Watchers' will was broken.
~*~*~*~
As they were marching along on tired feet, Sam heard orcs coming up behind. "Quick!" he whispered, "Hide!" but it was no use.
They watched as countless pairs of orc-feet went by. An orc stopped and yelled at them:
"Get up, you lazy slugs! We've no time for slouching." Sam was relieved. As long as they think we're orcs, he thought, we'll be safe.
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Frodo was thinking something along those lines as he walked with Sam to the back of the ranks. "Not back there!" the slave-driving orc yelled. "Three ranks forward. And so they marched, and marched, and marched. For Frodo it was torment. The Ring was heavy upon its chain, and, as he walked, he felt the whip-wounds reopen. Sam didn't appear to be in as much trouble, although he was surely weary to the bone.
~*~*~*~
That night, many orc-companies came together. Frodo and Sam seized their chance and crawled away from the camp.
~*~*~*~
A few days later, Frodo was faring even worse, if that was possible. He felt the Ring growing on his mind. It was growing heavier as the days wore on. Offering to help, Sam asked if he could carry the Ring for Frodo. Frodo felt the same veil draw over his eyes that had clouded his vision in Cirith Ungol. He tried to fight it, but a voice that was, yet wasn't, his own answered: "Do not touch me! It is mine, I tell you, mine!" He quickly apologized.
~*~*~*~
Several days later, they had reached Mount Doom. They began crawling up its slope. Suddenly, Gollum came upon them. "Give it to ussssssssssss," he hissed. Frodo stood and said, "Begone, and trouble me no more!"
Sam replied: "I'll hold him! Go, finish your task!" and Frodo again began crawling up the mountain.
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Frodo was amazed that his task was almost done. This was what he had been assigned. He was happy, and yet sad, in a way. The Ring was almost a part of him and he hated to let it go.
~*~*~*~
Frodo stood in the very cracks of Mount Doom. Sam came up and said "Master!" but Frodo did not hear him.
In a voice that was his, but not his own, Frodo declared: "I have come, but I will not do the appointed task. The Ring is mine!" He slipped the Ring on his finger and proceeded to walk away from Sam. Then, in the wraith-world, he saw a small figure. "Gollum," he thought, "I should have dealt with him long ago. Now is my chance."
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Sam watched his master's spirit leave its body, and another come to take its place. He heard the words that came from his master's mouth, and yet, were not his master's. He screamed, "No! Mr. Frodo, don't give in!" but it was too late. Mr. Frodo's spirit could hear him no longer.
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Gollum was very pleased with himself. He had managed to outwit the stupid hobbit. He lived half in the wraith world, and so could make out Frodo's shape, with the Ring on his right middle finger. "Now is the chance to reclaim your precious, "he thought. "I will do it!" and he began fighting with Frodo.
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Frodo saw Gollum, of course, but he didn't know Gollum could see him. "I am safe, "he thought. Gollum walked up and grabbed his hand. Frodo pulled it away quickly, but not quickly enough. Gollum had his finger in his mouth. He bit down and severed the finger from the hand. Frodo screamed; Gollum danced.
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"It is mine again," Gollum thought. "The precious is mine, I will never lose it, oh no precious." He danced, and exclaimed thoughts like these aloud. He walked backwards, and without noticing, placed his foot on a weak outcropping of rock that crumbled. His last words were "Nooooooo! Precioussssssssss!"
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"Mister Frodo!" Frodo heard his name being called through the mists. His hand was bleeding, it wouldn't stop, but the Ring was gone. Frodo felt the weight lift off his shoulders. "Sam," he responded, "Let's go home."
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A/N: That's it! That's the last chapter. I hope you enjoyed it! Please R/R!
A/N: I'll be skipping some things, so every time you see a ~*~*~*~, that indicates I've skipped something.
Sam tried to return Frodo's things, but Frodo would not have it so. "No, Sam, you keep them safe for me. I have barely enough strength to lift my head, let alone wield a sword or the Lady's gift."
Sam and Frodo each picked up a shield, and so completed their orcish disguise. Sam led the way down a staircase. They avoided the orc bodies at the foot of the staircase. They started walking tword the arch. Frodo felt the Ring willing him not to pass under the arch. As they drew near it, Frodo's limbs became progressively tired. "Not yet, Mister Frodo, we can rest once we've found some cover inside."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Alright, Sam," came the tired response, "let's do it." Sam held the phial aloft and heard a cry: "Glithoniel, A Elbereth!" he then realized that it was his own voice.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Frodo felt Elvish thoughts overtake his mind. He didn't fight it, these being the first optimistic thoughts he had had for a time. He felt compelled to join Sam, so he did: "Aiya elenion ancalima!" and the Watchers' will was broken.
~*~*~*~
As they were marching along on tired feet, Sam heard orcs coming up behind. "Quick!" he whispered, "Hide!" but it was no use.
They watched as countless pairs of orc-feet went by. An orc stopped and yelled at them:
"Get up, you lazy slugs! We've no time for slouching." Sam was relieved. As long as they think we're orcs, he thought, we'll be safe.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Frodo was thinking something along those lines as he walked with Sam to the back of the ranks. "Not back there!" the slave-driving orc yelled. "Three ranks forward. And so they marched, and marched, and marched. For Frodo it was torment. The Ring was heavy upon its chain, and, as he walked, he felt the whip-wounds reopen. Sam didn't appear to be in as much trouble, although he was surely weary to the bone.
~*~*~*~
That night, many orc-companies came together. Frodo and Sam seized their chance and crawled away from the camp.
~*~*~*~
A few days later, Frodo was faring even worse, if that was possible. He felt the Ring growing on his mind. It was growing heavier as the days wore on. Offering to help, Sam asked if he could carry the Ring for Frodo. Frodo felt the same veil draw over his eyes that had clouded his vision in Cirith Ungol. He tried to fight it, but a voice that was, yet wasn't, his own answered: "Do not touch me! It is mine, I tell you, mine!" He quickly apologized.
~*~*~*~
Several days later, they had reached Mount Doom. They began crawling up its slope. Suddenly, Gollum came upon them. "Give it to ussssssssssss," he hissed. Frodo stood and said, "Begone, and trouble me no more!"
Sam replied: "I'll hold him! Go, finish your task!" and Frodo again began crawling up the mountain.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Frodo was amazed that his task was almost done. This was what he had been assigned. He was happy, and yet sad, in a way. The Ring was almost a part of him and he hated to let it go.
~*~*~*~
Frodo stood in the very cracks of Mount Doom. Sam came up and said "Master!" but Frodo did not hear him.
In a voice that was his, but not his own, Frodo declared: "I have come, but I will not do the appointed task. The Ring is mine!" He slipped the Ring on his finger and proceeded to walk away from Sam. Then, in the wraith-world, he saw a small figure. "Gollum," he thought, "I should have dealt with him long ago. Now is my chance."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sam watched his master's spirit leave its body, and another come to take its place. He heard the words that came from his master's mouth, and yet, were not his master's. He screamed, "No! Mr. Frodo, don't give in!" but it was too late. Mr. Frodo's spirit could hear him no longer.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Gollum was very pleased with himself. He had managed to outwit the stupid hobbit. He lived half in the wraith world, and so could make out Frodo's shape, with the Ring on his right middle finger. "Now is the chance to reclaim your precious, "he thought. "I will do it!" and he began fighting with Frodo.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Frodo saw Gollum, of course, but he didn't know Gollum could see him. "I am safe, "he thought. Gollum walked up and grabbed his hand. Frodo pulled it away quickly, but not quickly enough. Gollum had his finger in his mouth. He bit down and severed the finger from the hand. Frodo screamed; Gollum danced.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"It is mine again," Gollum thought. "The precious is mine, I will never lose it, oh no precious." He danced, and exclaimed thoughts like these aloud. He walked backwards, and without noticing, placed his foot on a weak outcropping of rock that crumbled. His last words were "Nooooooo! Precioussssssssss!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Mister Frodo!" Frodo heard his name being called through the mists. His hand was bleeding, it wouldn't stop, but the Ring was gone. Frodo felt the weight lift off his shoulders. "Sam," he responded, "Let's go home."
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A/N: That's it! That's the last chapter. I hope you enjoyed it! Please R/R!