"'Now for it! Now for the last gasp!' said Sam as he struggled to his feet. He bent over Frodo, rousing him gently. Frodo groaned; but with a great effort of will he staggered up; and then he fell upon his knees again. He raised his eyes with difficulty to the dark slopes of MountDoom towering above him, and then pitifully he began to crawl forward on his hands. "
-The Return of the King, Mount Doom, Page 919.

Tears stung Sam's cheeks as he watched his precious Frodo cling to life before him. "Come Mr. Frodo! I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you and it as well. Now up you go!" Instead of doing as Sam had ordered, Frodo's arms gave out and fell to his face again, letting out a low moan as he began to slide now the rocks. "Frodo!" Sam cried grabbing Frodo's lifeless arms and pulling him little by little back up to his level. Sam then fell to Frodo's side, holding his arms tightly to his. He wiped tears from his stinging eyes as he began pleading to his master. "Please Mr. Frodo; don't go where I can't follow; I love you." Frodo's eyes were glazed over, staring up at Sam.

"And….I..." Frodo began to sputter out his words. "…love you…as…" he faded off again, still staring up at his Sam.

Sam cradled Frodo in his tired arms. "Please, Mr. Frodo, finish your sentences. You must."

Frodo opened his mouth slightly again, attempting to finish; nothing came out."p"Mr. Frodo! Please! Do it for your Sam."

Nothing but silence came in response.

"Frodo! Please. Don't leave me. Don't leave me now; don't leave me here." Samwise placed his forehead on top of Frodo's. "Please Mr. Frodo…" he continued to plead, tears streaming from his stinging eyes, down his cheeks and onto Frodo's soft, white complexion.

Sam began to rock back and forth with Frodo's head pressed firmly to his chest sobbing Frodo's name every few minutes. "Don't…go…where…I…can't follow…" his final plea seemed echoed throughout the whole of Mt. Doom.

"Samwise Gamgee…brush yourself up." Sam thought aloud. He was beginning to have reality sink in. "Frodo would have not wanted you to sit here for hours blubbering like a small baby. He would not have wanted you to waste our journey. Finish it I will, like Mr. Frodo would have wanted."

With that, Sam kissed Frodo's forehead, as Frodo would have done for him, and lifted him up off onto his back. He was going to finish this, just like his master would have wanted.

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