Aftermath
Chapter Four: Loathing
Disclaimer: Why must you put an author through such torture? Who in their right mind would think I owned the wonderful works of literature known as Lord of the Rings? Just to let you know...I don't. So there.
A/N: I haven't worked on this in awhile. LOL. I've been slacking off lately! But then again, I've been sick since Feb. 3rd, and out of school most of that time. I was almost driven to the emergency room at the hospital last night, as I kept blacking out and had a nosebleed, and I was vomiting. I remember crying a lot, but I don't remember much else than that, besides what my mom and sister told me. I hate being sick.
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The dining hall at Minas Tirith was full of lavish decorations, and the smell of food. Even Frodo had to admit that he did deserve a meal like this. He hadn't tasted proper food in months, after all. Merry and Pippin were supervising the layout of the dishes, and Frodo wasn't too sure about their reliability. They would pinch food from the tables when the maids weren't looking, he was sure. But then again, he felt as though he hardly recognized his two younger cousins anymore. They had changed so much in the past months that he could hardly remember them as they were back in the Shire.
"Hey, Frodo! We snatched a candy apple for you!" Pippin called, tossing him one of the treats. He caught it, a wide smile on his face. Good old Pippin. Now he could see the little cousin that Pip had been before the Quest. Perhaps he hadn't changed as much as Frodo thought, even though he was a knight of Minas Tirith now. Sam, beside him, eyed the huge turkey on the table hungrily. (I don't know if they had turkey, but I don't care. They had dogs in the movie, so they have turkeys, too.)
"It's like Gandalf told us when we first started out, Mr. Frodo. There'd be lots of unexpected feasts ahead of us. Looks like he was right!" Sam said, grinning. Frodo sighed, wandering away from his companion through the shadows of Mordor.
His mind wandered, and he thought back to some times in the Shire when there had been a great feast. Immediately, Bilbo's party came to mind. He realized now that his uncle's disappearing had marked the fate of himself and the rest of the Fellowship, even if it was many years later when the actual Quest began.
Bilbo's had been a lavish party, even for a hobbit it had been extravagant. Yet this was even bigger than it had been, and Frodo marveled at the work the residents of the city had put in to make this possible. It was all for him and his eight companions, one of which had never made it back. Frodo said a silent prayer to Boromir, knowing now that it was not him that had tried to take the Ring, it was a dark power that had possessed him.
He, too, had been possessed by that dark power, in the fires of Mt. Doom. It angered him that no matter what anyone told him, he still truly believed that he had failed his Quest and that he didn't deserve to even live, let alone be praised as he was. Why couldn't everyone just let him alone and let him wallow in his own misery? Things would be so much easier that way. Before all this had happened, Frodo had been a happy, carefree hobbit. Now he wasn't sure he should be given the right to live. It would take more than people praising him to make him believe it.
Frodo couldn't help it. He loathed the fact that he hadn't been strong enough to complete the task that he had been assigned to fulfill. Someday he would have to face it and realize that things that had happened were not his fault, but the designs of the Gods and fate. Until then, he would hate himself.
A/N: Poor Frodo! *sobs* I'm thinking that Frodo is really going to suffer, once he gets back to the Shire. He won't eat or anything, that's how bad he'll get. Anyways, I finally updated! It has been forever! LOL. This is a short chapter, I realize that. But they will be longer again in the future! Read and Review. Thanks! Namarie!
Chapter Four: Loathing
Disclaimer: Why must you put an author through such torture? Who in their right mind would think I owned the wonderful works of literature known as Lord of the Rings? Just to let you know...I don't. So there.
A/N: I haven't worked on this in awhile. LOL. I've been slacking off lately! But then again, I've been sick since Feb. 3rd, and out of school most of that time. I was almost driven to the emergency room at the hospital last night, as I kept blacking out and had a nosebleed, and I was vomiting. I remember crying a lot, but I don't remember much else than that, besides what my mom and sister told me. I hate being sick.
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The dining hall at Minas Tirith was full of lavish decorations, and the smell of food. Even Frodo had to admit that he did deserve a meal like this. He hadn't tasted proper food in months, after all. Merry and Pippin were supervising the layout of the dishes, and Frodo wasn't too sure about their reliability. They would pinch food from the tables when the maids weren't looking, he was sure. But then again, he felt as though he hardly recognized his two younger cousins anymore. They had changed so much in the past months that he could hardly remember them as they were back in the Shire.
"Hey, Frodo! We snatched a candy apple for you!" Pippin called, tossing him one of the treats. He caught it, a wide smile on his face. Good old Pippin. Now he could see the little cousin that Pip had been before the Quest. Perhaps he hadn't changed as much as Frodo thought, even though he was a knight of Minas Tirith now. Sam, beside him, eyed the huge turkey on the table hungrily. (I don't know if they had turkey, but I don't care. They had dogs in the movie, so they have turkeys, too.)
"It's like Gandalf told us when we first started out, Mr. Frodo. There'd be lots of unexpected feasts ahead of us. Looks like he was right!" Sam said, grinning. Frodo sighed, wandering away from his companion through the shadows of Mordor.
His mind wandered, and he thought back to some times in the Shire when there had been a great feast. Immediately, Bilbo's party came to mind. He realized now that his uncle's disappearing had marked the fate of himself and the rest of the Fellowship, even if it was many years later when the actual Quest began.
Bilbo's had been a lavish party, even for a hobbit it had been extravagant. Yet this was even bigger than it had been, and Frodo marveled at the work the residents of the city had put in to make this possible. It was all for him and his eight companions, one of which had never made it back. Frodo said a silent prayer to Boromir, knowing now that it was not him that had tried to take the Ring, it was a dark power that had possessed him.
He, too, had been possessed by that dark power, in the fires of Mt. Doom. It angered him that no matter what anyone told him, he still truly believed that he had failed his Quest and that he didn't deserve to even live, let alone be praised as he was. Why couldn't everyone just let him alone and let him wallow in his own misery? Things would be so much easier that way. Before all this had happened, Frodo had been a happy, carefree hobbit. Now he wasn't sure he should be given the right to live. It would take more than people praising him to make him believe it.
Frodo couldn't help it. He loathed the fact that he hadn't been strong enough to complete the task that he had been assigned to fulfill. Someday he would have to face it and realize that things that had happened were not his fault, but the designs of the Gods and fate. Until then, he would hate himself.
A/N: Poor Frodo! *sobs* I'm thinking that Frodo is really going to suffer, once he gets back to the Shire. He won't eat or anything, that's how bad he'll get. Anyways, I finally updated! It has been forever! LOL. This is a short chapter, I realize that. But they will be longer again in the future! Read and Review. Thanks! Namarie!