HIDEOUS TREACHERY
Treason to the Ring
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If Frodo were still in the Shire, he would have known he had been serving Sauron for thirty years. However, he was not in the Shire, he was in Mordor, and he did not know, nor care how many years had gone by. Each day was a torment and a love for him. It was all so extreme that time seemed utterly irrelevant. And it was. There is no need for time when all is perpetually evil.
The stories of the world before Sauron reclaimed the Ring were still a precious treasure and the source of hope for the race of men. Hope still endured, but they that knew of the precious treasure were growing few, to few. In Valinor the masses watched as things only got worse and worse. After a point everything seemed to plateau and Sauron reached the epitome of his wickedness. The shining populous of Valinor was sitting leisurely when suddenly a great horn was heard. Everyone jumped to their feet and looked towards the Halls of Manwë and somehow knew what they must do and each went to do it.
Frodo had been waiting long, patiently, plotting and planning for the moment which came to him on the day that should have been the anniversary of Sauron's downfall. Sauron was talking to the Witch King about an uprising in the land where Rohan once was, knowing it was time for him to strike. All his long waitings and sharpenings of the stone were about to pay off. He whipped out his knife of stone and hew off the Ring. Sauron's clothes immediately fell under the sudden lack of mass, the Witch King looked at Frodo, who had now put on the Ring.
The world knew there was a shift, from terrible, to worse. Frodo stood and bellowed, "I am the Lord of the Rings! Bow to me all!"
The Witch King, knowing that Sauron was replaced, bowed in obeisance to his new lord. His allegiances were with the Ring, none other.
"Now that I am lord, I shall do things right! I shall finish the job. I shall attack Valinor!" Frodo declared.
He and the Witch King immediately set to work on a plan. For months they plotted and planned as to what they should do. The strategies of Morgoth and Sauron were studied thoroughly. All the time of the universe was Lord Frodo the Terrible's to spend, and he would make use of every minute of it.
The Valar knew what had happened, all the Blessed Realm had been watching, waiting for this day. The Halls of Mandos were emptied, the dead from Mithrandir's attempt to overthrow Sauron were summoned to go to war once more. Now they were invincible, now they would succeed.
It was ten years later, after he had his men, orcs, dragons, balrogs, and fell beasts were trained to what he deemed perfection, and after all plans were made, Lord Frodo the Terrible found himself being attacked before his soldiers ever left the gates. That did not matter, he was ready. He was sure of his ability to win. He sat on his dark throne watching the battle rage. He watched as his forces died and the enemy's did not. He was growing desperate, so he put forth all of his strength and terror.
A battle raged in which orcs died, men died, dragons and balrogs were slain, and yet no dent could be seen in the lines of Valinor. Dark Lord Frodo continued to watch from his dark tower. Suddenly he looked out over the plain, and to his absolute astonishment and surprise he saw Aragorn, Mithrandir, Gimli, Sam, Pippin, Merry, Legolas, Boromir, all whom he had ever known, and had ever fought with were there, fighting, and winning.
Lord Frodo the Terrible would be tested, but he would not be defeated so easily. They would not find him hiding in his tower, no, he would ride to war. He would go down and crush them all himself!
Mounting a fell beast, Lord Frodo the Terrible flew down to the field of battle. He dismounted, and swung his great mace at all his former friends. He was no longer the short halfling, he was tall. Tall and great.
He met Aragorn upon the field of battle, and as they fought, they spoke.
"We meet again Frodo, but my promise to protect you no longer exists!" Aragorn said as he slashed his sword skillfully at the over grown halfling. At first, when he had first beheld Frodo, he did not recognize him. He was so shaken at the sight of Lord Frodo that he it took all of his wits to block the first attack.
"That is fine! I shall kill you before you have to worry about it!" Frodo replied as he swung down. The fact that he was trying to kill his former friend, all his former friends seemed irrelevant to him. He didn't care. He was beyond all feelings of love and friendship.
Aragorn blocked the attack. Then he swung his sword around and cut the Ring from Frodo's hand. Frodo instantly became a formless spirit, wandering about, and watching his domain fall to pieces. He watched Sam and Aragorn take the Ring to Mount Doom, his Mount Doom, and cast it into the fiery chasm as tears flowed down their faces. He screamed, sending a wretched piercing cry over all of Middle-earth before he was finally destroyed.
The cry wounded the hearts of all the people that knew him. They all knew it was him, and they were all sad and grieved over what he had become, but they knew that all would come to right now.
The tortured hills gave a sigh of relief and sang for joy at the death of Frodo the Terrible and Sauron the Great. All the elves were glad, and Yavanna instantly set to work healing the worlds hurts.
Authors note: Told you this was short, and a bit rushed and I apologize, but I could think of no other way to elongate it. All is not over yet! HA! Review please!