COPYRIGHTED STUFF:
Naeniver Bunce
Flynn
Thírowin Níworith
Sakhar Kloubniki
Beone Andomedriel
Mikki Mowze
Ceria
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Series: Lord of the Rings
Book: The Fellowship's Journey
Chapter: 7
Chapter name: The Land of Mordor and Mount Doom
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
As the fellowship began the last trek of their long and hazardous journey, they all began to grow sick of the stench. It was worse than the smells from Gollum's Tunnel. One night... or was it day?... it was so dark it could have been either... as the fellowship rested, Sakhar began to talk of her homeland.
"I wish I was back in the land of my family. To feel the cool grass under my feet. To feel the water on my naked body in the dark. To hear the sounds of a child's laugh." She sighed, almost content just to think of it.
"All I can think of is food," Naeniver complained.
"I imagine going back to my family in Rohan," Beone said.
"As do I," Flynn agreed.
"I cannot remember to smell of grass, nor the feel of water on my skin. I do not remember. I cannot remember the taste of food or a child's voice. Or my family!" Frodo began to gasp for lack of air.
"Mr. Frodo, it'll be alright. It is because of the Ring. It has caused a veil to fall over you. Once we are rid of it, all will be fine," Naeniver took hold of Frodo's hand and held him.
"I do hope so," Frodo whispered. Everyone could see the longing for all those things.
"And Mr. Frodo, even if we cannot carry the Ring for you, we can carry you," Naeniver said.
"Yes, she is right. If you ever get to weary to make it, we will see to it that our quest does not fail," Flynn agreed.
Radagast smiled, but he saw in a moment the future, and he knew that the home they longer for would not be for him. For this was his quest, and once it was finished, he would go into the west... and he would not be going alone. That is, if they ever leave the waste land of Mordor and get rid of the Ring.
The next morning, the fellowship moved on, not loosing any time. They reached the base of mount doom several days later without any trouble. But before they could start up Mount Doom, the gaze of Sauron fell upon them. Everyone fell down, except for Frodo. Everyone shouted for him to lay down, but it was like he could not hear them. Suddenly, the gaze of Sauron rushed away. The fellowship followed Sauron's gaze to the east gate. Could it be? The gates of Mordor were opening, and Sakhar, who had the best eyesight, saw what it was.
"People. Men of Gondor. And Rohan, too! They are creating a diversion!" she said anxiously.
"The last stand of men in this battle to destroy the Ring of Power. Quick! Let their stand be not in despair! Up the mountain! Quickly, now!" Radagast swept up Frodo into his arms, for the hobbit had fallen after Sauron's gaze had left him. The fellowship made good time and were soon up Mount Doom. They reached the entry way and could feel the heat flowing off of Mount Doom.
"It is because the Ring is near, that it is so hot," Flynn said.
"Come," Radagast said, but before they could take another step, a creature came flying down upon them. It was Gollum. Radagast stumbled and dropped Frodo. As the fellowship fought off Gollum, Frodo made his last attempt to be rid of the One Ring. He stood and stumbled into the mouth of Mount Doom and was lost in the smoke-filled air. As the fellowship fought on, Frodo reached to end of the walkway inside Mount Doom.
The fellowship fought Gollum and won, for he was outnumbered. They did not kill him, but shoved him over a short cliff. Without waiting to see what he did, they all rushed into Mount Doom after Frodo.
"Mister Frodo!" Naeniver called, eager to find her beloved friend and master. They saw him through the swirls of smoke at the end of the walkway. His arm was outstretched and in his hand was a chain, and on that chain was the Ring. He was staring intently at the Ring.
"Throw it in!" Sakhar shouted. The fellowship had stopped many meters away from Frodo.
"Destroy it!" Flynn shouted. Frodo turned around and grinned evilly.
"No. The Ring is mine." He ripped the Ring off the chain and put it on his finger.
"NO!" Naeniver screamed. At that moment, the gaze of Sauron swept back to the entryway of Mount Doom. Suddenly, the fellowship were struck by some creature. They all fell and had to be careful so as to not fall down into the lava below. Sakhar immediately tasted blood in her mouth. Naeniver cared not for her injuries, but instead looked up. It was Gollum. He was holding onto midair... no, it was Frodo, only invisible because he was wearing the Ring. Gollum took hold of something unseen and bit at it. Frodo reappeared and he screamed. Gollum had bit off Frodo's finger, and with it, the Ring. Frodo fell down and held him hand, crying in pain. Gollum began do dance and sing.
"My Preasssioussss! It'ssss mine! All mine!" He held onto it and danced all over.
Frodo's expression changed and he charged at Gollum. They both toppled over the edge.
"No!" Naeniver screamed. She hopped to her feet and dashed over to the edge of the walkway. Much to her relief, she saw Frodo still hanging on to the ledge with his good hand. But he was far down there. She lay down on he stomach and reached toward Frodo. "Don't you dare let go! Reach!"
He swung his hurt hand up and grabbed hold of Naeniver's hand. The rest of the fellowship, who had all recovered from the shock of Gollum, pulled the two hobbits up and left the walkway as the lava surged up. In her last fleeting glance, Sakhar saw Gollum in the lava, the melting Ring in his hand, a happy expression on his face, just before he and the Ring disintegrated. The fellowship exited the walkway and then they all leaped over to a high up ledge just as the lava poured out of Mount Doom. They were save from the lava, but stranded. The looked toward Barad-dûr, Sauron's tower, and they watched in crumble as it fell. Sauron's eye exploded and thus ended both he and his Ring of power.
"Oh, Naeniver," breathed Frodo. "I can feel it! I can smell the fresh air. The feel of grass. Naked in the dark. The sound of rushing water. The cries of young hobbits in the spring air!"
"Yes, Mr. Frodo. So can I." Naeniver smiled as she held Frodo in her arms as Radagast did his best to wrap up Frodo's finger.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
EVERYONE:
Be sure to read the last chapter: The Aftermath, What Becomes of the Fellowship
