My second drabble – exactly 100 words – Frodo is consumed by powers greater than him, and even Sam can't comfort him.
Slumber
Muted, I lie curled in shadow. Perhaps if I can't be seen I don't exist; I'm merely an apparition, a trick of the mind. I hide from tomorrow, I hide from yesterday, and I hide from whatever it is that consumes my mind. A golden band, a fiery eye.
This cannot last forever; I cannot remain strong. Someday, I will falter. You are always there, Sam, through every trial, but I cannot believe you will be there always. You're only a hobbit.
But now I wait – until either you break me from my spell, or I am consumed by it.
