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.