Well...here's a first attempt at a story. Rather short, I know. But I really do like the idea, even if the writing is not exactly top-quality. Do read it and let me know what you think of it. Please.
Frodo was dreaming. No other explanation could be possible, as for no other reason could he be standing where he was now.
Gazing around mutely at the scenery before him, Frodo noted the menacing black walls, lighted dimly from the molten lava below. The lava where in he the Ring of Power had been destroyed. He recognized also the long, narrow outcropping where he had fought Gollum for the fate of that ring, for the fate of Middle-earth.
"I am dreaming," he stated, as if trying to convince himself.
Suddenly, a change registered in his mind. He was not alone. On the ledge stood two other figures. Stumbling forward, straining to hear what was being said above the roar of the volcano beneath, Frodo heard a name which made him stop short.
"ISILDUR!" one man bellowed.
With wide eyes, Frodo looked up at the tall man standing on the very edge of the projection. Gazing into the black-haired man's eyes, he saw in them the same battle he had experienced in the exact same position. The battle he had fought, and lost. As this man did.
The man, Isildur, heir of Elendil, king of Gondor, turned now toward the second figure, a manic gleam in his eye.
"The ring," he said softly, "is mine."
"ISILDUR!" the second man, Lord Elrond of Rivendell, screamed once again, a hint of desperation tingeing his voice.
Both him an Frodo could only watch in horror as Isildur came closer, the Ring of Power clutched in his hand.
'This is where my fate was decided,' Frodo thought dimly. 'This is the reason why we had to suffer, why good men had to perish on too many battlefields.'
'No.' he said to himself. A cold, callous feeling settled over him.
As the king of Gondor passed him by, Frodo stuck out his leg. A short leg, indeed, but large enough to make Elendil's heir stumble and loose his footing upon the narrow ledge. Having nothing to grasp to steady himself, Isildur staggered on, his momentum carrying him over the edge of the outcropping.
A terrible cry resounded in Frodo's ears as Aragorn's forefather fell to his doom.
Turning back from the ledge, a terrible smile broke out on Frodo's face.
"Oops," he said lightly, barely audible above the activating volcano.
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Outside Frodo's bedchamber, Samwise Gamgee thought better of knocking on the door as he heard a chuckle come from withing the room that made his hair stand on end.
'Poor Mr. Frodo,' Sam thought, shaking his head while he turned back. 'He must be goin' mad with all them nightmares.'
Once again, I urge you to tell me what you think of it. In other words; press the pretty review button and write something in the little window that magically appears when you do click it.
I wasn't quite sure what category to put this under...I wish 'creepy' was a category.