HIDEOUS TREACHERY

Mount Doom

Disclaimer: I do not own it.

Authors note: This is very different from my other fanfics. This one is dark, evil, morbid, everything my other ones are not. Well, okay, not everything. No slash or anything like that! Anyway, I hope I make this good enough to convince you all to see it to the end. REVIEW! But no flames please!

Frodo and Sam were at Mount Doom, Sam was unconscious upon the ground, Frodo had the Ring dangling by his chain. Suddenly he was jumped by Gollum, and a brief struggle ensued. Frodo grabbed Gollum, flung him over the edge of the rocks and into the fires of Mount Doom.

"It's mine!" he cried, just as Sam woke up.

"No Mr. Frodo! Destroy it! PLEASE!" Sam begged.

"No. It is mine!" Frodo calmly replied. An absolutely hideous glint was in his eyes.

Sam fell to the ground, weeping uncontrollably. No, this could not be happening. Sam slowly realized that he must destroy the Ring, and Frodo. He got up, lunged towards him, but a moment to late. Before he knew what was happening, he felt himself born up by the fell beasts of the Nazgul. He suddenly fell unconscious.

Frodo was awake for it all, he was awake all the way to the dreaded eye. He was set down in front of the Dark Lord.

The Witch King of Angmar grabbed the Ring from Frodo and gave it to Sauron, who instantly took physical form.

"For your insolence Master Hobbit," Sauron sneered. "You and your friend shall be locked in my dungeons and tortured till I deem you are willing to be loyal to me!"

Frodo felt himself shattering to pieces. His precious was gone, and now Sam was being dragged into the mess with him. Empty, hollow, meaningless, and vengeful. These were some of the many things coursing violently through the hobbit.

Suddenly, without words, Frodo was being turned and made to see the battle yet raging below at the gate. He could see clearly the Nazgul killing the eagles, he could see a troll slay Aragorn, he saw Gimli be hewn to pieces by a large orc, he watched as Gandalf was pulled from the scene with a strong breeze and a blinding flash. The Valar must have taken him back. That thought was given to him by Sauron. He watched as Legolas was slain, Pippin hewn, the men of Gondor and Rohan dying. And why? Because he wanted to keep the Ring. He felt guilty, he felt terrible! He felt vengeance and desire for the Ring. He began to understand the Nazgul...

The next moment he was being hit over the head, and then was dragged off to the Tower of Barad Dur. When he awoke, he saw only darkness. Then his eyes adjusted and he saw a battered Sam lying in a heap next to him.

Frodo felt nothing, but vengeance and hate. That is, until he looked at Sam. Poor, good hearted, innocent Sam. He slowly let out a moan of pain, then he coughed up blood. For a split second Frodo felt compassion.

"Mr. Frodo. Are you here?" Sam weakly called out.

"Yes Sam. I am," Frodo unemotionally replied.

"Are you all right Mr. Frodo?" he asked.

"I'm fine. They haven't done anything to me, save take the Ring."

"Then we've failed," Sam said. "And they told me that all our friends died, but I didn't believe them."

"They died Sam. I watched them all die. Believe Sauron. He has no occasion to lie, not anymore," Frodo said. The tone frightened Sam. It was calm, cool, uncaring.

"Mr. Frodo! What's going on? What's happening to you?"

"Nothing Sam. This is only what happens when you have the Ring too long."

Sam began to weep. This was too terrible for him! Frodo, finally totally corrupted, Sauron, finally won! "Noooo! All must come right in the end! That is how all the old stories ended! No! This is terrible! NO!"

"This is not the old stories Sam. This is not the age of Elves or Valar or Men. It is the Age of Darkness, and this age has no end."

A few days, a few hours, a few weeks, who knew? But it was sometime later that Frodo and the battered Sam were gruffly taken by orcs to Lord Sauron.

"Come, watch the rest of your friends die!" Sauron evilly welcomed. "I am about to destroy Gondor and your rat land of the Shire," he added. He sounded as if he was watching a fencing match.

"I don't wanna look!" Sam mumbled.

"But look you shall!" Sauron cried.

Then, quite against both of their wishes, and beyond Frodo's care, they were made to look at Gondor as orcs slashed all the inhabitants there of, and then, as they entered the Shire and slew or captured all the inhabitants of it. Sam began to weep bitterly as a nazgul grabbed Sam's Gaffer and held him up for them to see.

"Swear your allegiance to me, and I shall spare your Gaffer Samwise. I shall make sure he is not harmed, and well taken care of," Sauron offered.

"I know what you're up to! No, I can't! I won't! I know you'll just kill him anyway. If I got to be stuck here, I'd like to know that I kept my dignity and my allegiance to Elbereth and Galadriel and watch him die, than to swear to you and watch him die!" Sam cried out.

The name of Elbereth enraged Sauron. He gave the signal to the nazgul, and Sam watched as his Gaffer was cruelly killed.

"Take this Shire-brat away from me and teach him to serve me, or die in the process!" Sauron commanded. Sam was dragged away by orcs, kicking and screaming out to Frodo saying, "Don't lose hope Frodo! All will come right in the end! You'll see! You'll see! Don't lose hope Frodo!"

It seemed his cry fell on deaf ears. Frodo neither turned, nor acknowledged him in anyway. He gazed on, feeling only the slightest twinge of something as he watched the Brandywine flow red with hobbit's blood.

"What say you about all this Frodo?" Sauron asked.

"I say you have won," Frodo simply replied. All his thought bent towards the Ring. Suddenly a plan began to form.

Authors note: MWAHAHAHAHA! MWAHAHAHA! I am evil! Just call me Lady Faerlas, Queen of Darkness, Empress of cruelty, and Czar of Death! Please review! Please keep reading! I promise many surprises! Forgive me, I got carried away... XD