Okay, this is my first Lord of the Rings fan fic, and to say the least, I'm
really apprehensive about posting it. I've never written fan fiction for
books before, so I hope you like my first attempt! SAM AND ROSIE RULE!
~*Danielle of Airls*~
Giving In
Among the ruin and ash lay two small figures clothed in dirty rags, hardly distinguishable from the surrounding landscape.
Samwise Gamgee and Frodo Baggins gave in to their fate. Ruin lay about them. The black tower was destroyed and Sauron was defeated. However, no living soul knew where they were, and they had neither the will nor the strength to find a one who would help them.
Frodo had fallen unconscious, his mind straying into dreams of a world evergreen where sorrow and grief do not exist.
Samwise lay awake, much to his dismay. He held Frodo's head in his lap protectively. The Enemy was destroyed, but the stench of death and all things unpleasant had not left the air around him. It caught in his throat and choked his dry lungs.
His gaze wandered to the north where, for the first time in a long time, he saw a clear sky, free of ash and destruction. A breeze grew, caressing his face and tossing around mud-covered curly golden locks.
'I'm ready to die,' Sam thought to himself. 'We completed the quest. The Ring is destroyed, and all I want now is to lie down and die next to my Frodo, the Mr. Frodo I knew when we began this quest; free of burden and malice.' Sam reached down and stroked Frodo's wounded hand gently, as if to assuage the wound, both physical and mental. 'Boy, if my gaffer could see me now. He'd say, "Samwise Gamgee, you're such a ninnyhammer! Givin' up like this! Just lyin' down to die!" And he's right. But I can't carry on. Mr. Frodo can't go any further, and I don't want to leave his side, not after all we've been through. I want to stay here alongside him. What am I holding on for anyways? My life has served its purpose.'
Samwise lowered his head and looked down at the peaceful face of his master and friend. A wan smile crossed his face. He was ready.
As Sam lowered himself down next to his master, the breeze picked up slightly and brought to the exhausted hobbit a scent of growing things that he hadn't smelled in so long, nor one that he had ever hoped to smell again. Sam's expert gardener's nose caught the slightest hint of rose petals.
Sam looked back up at the clearing sky to the north. The wind picked up again and caused the settled contents of the air to pick up and dance in front of his eyes. The dance caused his eyes to well up with the last of the moisture inside his body as it reminded him of a very special lass back in the Shire. He could still see her face, however faintly, and he could still smell her wonderful cooking, however diminished, and he still felt the feelings he harbored for the fair maiden, strong and unyielding, bubbling inside him.
But he would never return to her, never be able to remember these things.
"I'm sorry Rosie," he choked out in a raspy voice, the words tearing at his throat. One salty tear meandered down his cheek and fell upon the ground, absorbed by the thirsty, cracked land. He reached out to the dust devil that still danced in front of him, but it collapsed and the ash fell back to the ground, lifeless once more.
Samwise Gamgee fell down next Frodo Baggins in a fit of grief and his soul fled into unconsciousness on the mountainside at the end of all things. He joined his master in his dreams, seeing a world where he returned to his Rosie on an evergreen plain where the sun always shone.
Giving In
Among the ruin and ash lay two small figures clothed in dirty rags, hardly distinguishable from the surrounding landscape.
Samwise Gamgee and Frodo Baggins gave in to their fate. Ruin lay about them. The black tower was destroyed and Sauron was defeated. However, no living soul knew where they were, and they had neither the will nor the strength to find a one who would help them.
Frodo had fallen unconscious, his mind straying into dreams of a world evergreen where sorrow and grief do not exist.
Samwise lay awake, much to his dismay. He held Frodo's head in his lap protectively. The Enemy was destroyed, but the stench of death and all things unpleasant had not left the air around him. It caught in his throat and choked his dry lungs.
His gaze wandered to the north where, for the first time in a long time, he saw a clear sky, free of ash and destruction. A breeze grew, caressing his face and tossing around mud-covered curly golden locks.
'I'm ready to die,' Sam thought to himself. 'We completed the quest. The Ring is destroyed, and all I want now is to lie down and die next to my Frodo, the Mr. Frodo I knew when we began this quest; free of burden and malice.' Sam reached down and stroked Frodo's wounded hand gently, as if to assuage the wound, both physical and mental. 'Boy, if my gaffer could see me now. He'd say, "Samwise Gamgee, you're such a ninnyhammer! Givin' up like this! Just lyin' down to die!" And he's right. But I can't carry on. Mr. Frodo can't go any further, and I don't want to leave his side, not after all we've been through. I want to stay here alongside him. What am I holding on for anyways? My life has served its purpose.'
Samwise lowered his head and looked down at the peaceful face of his master and friend. A wan smile crossed his face. He was ready.
As Sam lowered himself down next to his master, the breeze picked up slightly and brought to the exhausted hobbit a scent of growing things that he hadn't smelled in so long, nor one that he had ever hoped to smell again. Sam's expert gardener's nose caught the slightest hint of rose petals.
Sam looked back up at the clearing sky to the north. The wind picked up again and caused the settled contents of the air to pick up and dance in front of his eyes. The dance caused his eyes to well up with the last of the moisture inside his body as it reminded him of a very special lass back in the Shire. He could still see her face, however faintly, and he could still smell her wonderful cooking, however diminished, and he still felt the feelings he harbored for the fair maiden, strong and unyielding, bubbling inside him.
But he would never return to her, never be able to remember these things.
"I'm sorry Rosie," he choked out in a raspy voice, the words tearing at his throat. One salty tear meandered down his cheek and fell upon the ground, absorbed by the thirsty, cracked land. He reached out to the dust devil that still danced in front of him, but it collapsed and the ash fell back to the ground, lifeless once more.
Samwise Gamgee fell down next Frodo Baggins in a fit of grief and his soul fled into unconsciousness on the mountainside at the end of all things. He joined his master in his dreams, seeing a world where he returned to his Rosie on an evergreen plain where the sun always shone.