The Breaking of the Fellowship

A/N: Screw the author's note! I hate author's notes, they bother the hell out of
me! On with the story!

Disclaimer: I hate disclaimers as well! I don't own anything, leave me alone!

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Before we left camp, I had taken my mini backpack of DOOM with me (acquired in
Lothlórien. Lorwen gave it to me as a gift, so I would be able to have some fun
of my own.), along with the rest of my gear. I was sad that I might not see
Lorwen, or the rest of the fellowship again.

Frodo was walking aimlessly through the forest. We had left camp almost an hour
ago, but he still had no idea that I was following him. Tee hee. Hobbit
stealthness ROCKS!

After walking a bit more, we came upon Borimir, who was, 'collecting firewood.'
…firewood my ass. I ran behind a bush to keep out of sight.

He began to talk to Frodo. "None of us should wander alone, you least of all. So
much depends on you. Frodo? I know why you seek solitude. You suffer; I see it
day by day. You sure you do not suffer needlessly? There are other ways, Frodo,
other paths that we might take."

"I know what you would say," replied Frodster. "…and it would seem like wisdom
but for the warning in my heart."

"Warning? Against what? We're all afraid, Frodo. But to let that fear drive us
to destroy what hope we have. Don't you see that is madness?"

"There is no other way!" Frodo began to back up. I crept over to another bush,
still trying to remain unseen.

"Warning? Against what? We're all afraid, Frodo. But to let that fear drive us
to destroy what hope we have. Don't you see that is madness?" Shouted Borimir. I
whimpered. I hated him going psycho, but it was worth it for Frodo to kick him
in the chest.

"There is no other way!" Frodo cried.

"I ask only for the strength to defend my people!" Borimir tossed the wood he was holding onto the ground. "If you would but lend me the Ring…"

"No."

"Why do you recoil? I am no thief."

"You are not yourself…" Frodo backed up even more. I was about to run out of the
bushes.

"Fool!" Borimir began to chase Frodo. "It is not yours save by unhappy chance.
It could have been mine! It should be mine! Give it to me!"

"No!" Frodo tripped (Being Frodo, after all), and Borimir went to tackle him.

"Give me the ring!"

Frodo struggled to get out of Borimir's grasp, and he put on the Ring. At this
point, I saw Borimir fall back. I saw Frodo's footprints in the leaves of the
forest floor. This was my only chance to catch him, so I took off. Borimir was
about to get up, so I took a bat from my backpack and hit him over the back a
few times for good measure. After that, I ran off to catch up with Frodo.
Borimir lay silent on the ground, twitching.

I tried the best that I could to track Frodo, but it was no use. I knew that
even in broad daylight I wouldn't be able to see anything of him aside from a
vague shadow, so I stopped and looked around. A few yards ahead was a tall,
stone building. It was the seat of seeing atop Amon Hen. I realized that any
second now Aragorn would show up, so I decided to take off in Lorwen's
direction, hoping to say good bye to her. Hopefully I'd be able to get to the
river before Frodo, as well.

I heard Aragorn's and Frodo's voice in the distance as I ran. I turned my head
around, and collided into Sam.

"Sam!" I shouted. "What are you doing here!"

"Beggin' your pardon, Miss, but I was just looking for Mr. Frodo."

I was about to tell him off, when I heard heavy footfalls. Great. Orcs, last
thing I needed!

Grabbing Sam, I tore off towards the sound of Lorwen screaming something about
Legolas.

There was no one there, but Lorwen's backpack was lying on the ground. I took a sheet of paper from my backpack of doom and wrote her a note. It said the
following,

"Earday Orwenlay,
onegay ffoay ithway rodofay otay ordormay. ooktay inimay ackpackbay foay oomday!
eepkay miay ouchtay, Nday elltay emay boutay ouyay nday aldirhay!
Leanoreay Aribnksfay."

I wrote it in Pig Latin so nobody else would be able to decipher it. (For all of
you out there who aren't able to read Pig Latin…) It meant:

"Dear Lorwen,
Gone off with Frodo to Mordor. Took Mini backpack of doom. Keep in touch, and
tell me about you and Haldir!
Elanor Fairbanks"

I put the note on the outside of the backpack, hoping for someone to find it. I
ran off again, completely forgetting about Sam.

I kept running, seeing chaos and death all around me. I finally reached the
shore. Frodo was standing with the Ring in his palm, weeping silently. He closed
his hand, put the ring back around his neck, and started to go towards one of
the boats.

"Frodo!" I yelled. Sam had just come out from the woods, shouting.

"Frodo!" I called again. He got into the boat. I came up to him, tossed my
backpack inside the boat, and put my hand on his shoulder.

"The Ring is my burden, and I must bear it alone." he said.

"No, you don't. You shouldn't! And I'm coming with you, whether you like it or
not." I didn't want to have come all this way with him, just to be left standing
here, with everyone else gone. Sam started coming closer. Frodo got into the
boat.

"No." He said to himself. He started paddling away. Sam was just out of the
forest. I can't swim myself, and if didn't go with him now, well, there's no
way he'd be able to save the both of us. I called out to him again.

"Frodo!" At this point I was crying. He stopped rowing, and turned around to
look at me. "Don't go!"

"And why not?" he shouted back.
"I won't be able to live with myself if I let you go. And… I love you. I love
you, Frodo! Now bring back the damned boat!"

Sam had now reached the shore. Frodo paddled back, and came out of the boat. I
ran up to him.

He looked straight at me. His expression softened, and he whispered, "I love you
too." He leaned over and kissed me.

We stood there for several minutes, holding each other. I was blushing
furiously. I took his hand, and went into the boat.

Sam was yelling at the both of us. I laughed, handed him an oar, and we all went
off.

After a few hours of rowing, we came to the Emyn Muil. We stood before a barren
wasteland, with Mordor and the Dead Marshes ahead of us.

"Mordor." said Frodo. "I hope the others find a safer route."

"Strider will look after them." Said Sam.

"I don't suppose we'll ever see them again."

"We may yet, Mr. Frodo. We may."

Frodo turned to the both of us, smiling. "Sam, Elanor, I'm glad you're with
me."

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