Frodo clutched his arm, shrieking. Everything was black around him, he could not see the living. He felt his friends gather about, one cradling him.
"Mister Frodo!" one cried.
Sam, he tried to answer, but his neck tightened, the pain so great. He quaked, so cold he was and afraid. He held tight the Ring in his hand. He wanted to come back, but he could not.
He awoke. It was quiet all around, save the crackling fire. All at once his companions surrounded him, Sam scarcely allowing him to speak, overjoyed. "It's going to be alright," he consoled.