So I'm back now. My holiday was awesome. It was so good seeing my family and younger cousins. I'm also 20 years old now like wow! I feel old...
Frodo and Sméagol had been walking for what felt like years in succession with no rest. The Hobbit tried to keep his emotions at bay and to not think of his friend. He regretted the words he had spoken to Sam in a moment of weakness. The whispers of the Ring and briefly broken his mind and resolve but now that he was fully in control of his actions, he wished that they could turn back for Sam. They couldn't though. Besides Sam was probably already halfway down the mountain. Instead they pushed on.
He looked up at Sméagol when he heard himself being called and saw the entrance to a tunnel. Sméagol motioned for him to enter. "What is this place?" Frodo asked his friend.
Sméagol only shook his head and motioned for him to enter again. Frodo looked down the dark, dank tunnel before he said, "Now that I'm here, I don't think I want to."
"It's the only way! Go in or go back." Sméagol said, impatiently.
Frodo looked back down at the many stairs that they had just climbed before turning back to the tunnel. "I can't go back." He took his first step into the tunnel then he took another and then another. The two of them walked next to each other, nothing but the sound of them breathing heard between them.
The further they travel into the tunnel, the more Frodo has to resist the urge to gag. He brought his arm up to his nose, trying fruitlessly to block out the stench. He asked Sméagol what that smell was. "Orcses filth," he replied. "Orcses come in here sometimes."
Sméagol suddenly scurried ahead of him, calling out for Frodo to hurry up and catch up to him but after many attempts to keep up, Frodo lost Sméagol in the dark and winding passageways.
"Sméagol!"
"Sméagol, where are you?"
Frodo called out into the darkness, a deep pit of dismay and fear settled in his stomach before the realisation set in. Sam had been right all along and now he was lost in a tunnel with Gollum gone and who knows what lingering in the shadows. His eyes darted around him at every little sound, trying desperately to find a way out. He could still hear Gollum calling out for him and Frodo had to stop himself from blindly trying to find the skulking creature so he could end his miserable life.
Using his hands to guide him through the tunnels, his fingers land in something sticky. "Ahh! It's sticky! What is it?"
"You will see. Oh yes, you will see." Gollum said from somewhere in the tunnel. Frodo glared into the darkness, imagining killing the creature. The Ring began taunting him, calling for him to kill Gollum. He clenched his jaw in defiance before turning his thoughts to other things to block out the Rings insistent jabbering.
Frodo continues to try and find the exit when his foot landed in the rib cage of someone's skeleton. His mind registers the other corpses hanging from what he could now identify as webs. A shudder ran down his back as he began to run. Guess he and Bilbo could now talk about their common hatred of spiders. He ran faster when he heard movement behind him when suddenly he tripped and landed in a pile of bones and webs.
He screamed as his eyes tried to search for something, anything that could help him in the darkness when he remembered his gift from Lady Galadriel. He fumbled in his pockets and pulled out the phial.
Frodo held the phial up and said, "Aiya Eärendil Elenion Ancalima!" (Hail Eärendil brightest of the Stars!). His blue eyes darted around him when he saw something large moving behind him. Blue eyes widened at the sight of the spider before standing and running, the ugly thing giving chase. He soon finds himself tangled in some webs, his body spread eagle off the ground. He starts to struggle against the webs to try and escape them to no use.
Gollum appeared behind one of the rocks, goading him on. "Naughty little fly, why does it cry? Caught in a web! Soon you'll be eaten." Frodo sneered at Gollum before removing Sting and cutting his way through the webs as Shelob approached. Gollum ran off as Frodo managed to free himself. Running as fast as he can, Frodo tried to find any escape route and found what looked like a small exit that Shelob wouldn't be able to follow him through. He makes it out of the tunnels and falls down exhausted.
As Frodo is lying down exhausted, he is attacked by Gollum who leapt on top of him. "Got away, did it, precious! Not this time! Not this time!" Gollum shouted as his pale, deformed fingers attempted to take the Ring from Frodo.
The Hobbit shouted before attacking Gollum until he had the creature in a choke hold. "It wasn't us!," Gollum shrieked, clawing at the fingers around his neck. "It wasn't us! Sméagol wouldn't hurt Master! We promised!"
Frodo's anger dissipates and he stops choking Gollum. He stood and looked down at his hands wearily then says, "I have to destroy it. I have to destroy it for both our sakes."
Gollum grows angry at his words and attacks Frodo again. Frodo fell onto his back with Gollum on top when he flipped Gollum over the side of the cliff. Frodo watched with the sudden realisation that even if Sméagol had turned out to be an enemy, he was now completely alone. So caught up in his depressing thoughts of loneliness was he, he did not see the huge body coming towards until he felt a sharp pain in his lower back. He groaned and froths at the mouth before passing out. Shelob grabbed the Hobbit and began to wrap him in a cocoon when Sam appeared behind them.
"Let him go, you filth!" The brave Hobbit shouted, Sting in one hand and the phial of Eärendil in the other. "Let him go! You will not touch him again!"
Shelob hissed at Sam before attacking him, they fight all over the rocky terrain of the cliff. He tried to stab Shelob in the leg but the spider moves quickly. Sam soon loses Sting and the phial during the fight leaving him defenceless. Shelob chases after him and manages to knock Sam over but the Hobbit manages to get Sting back and just as Shelob looms overhead about to sting him, Sam stabs Shelob making her shriek in pain.
He moved out from underneath her and grabs the phial, attempting to drive her back into her lair. "Get back!" He shouted. Shelob soon retreats back into her lair and Sam rushes over to the fallen Frodo. He tears the spider web away from Frodo's face and soon begins to cry.
"Oh, no! Frodo! Mister Frodo! Wake up! Don't leave me here alone! Don't go where I can't follow," he sobbed out. "Don't make me look the others in the eyes and tell them I failed to protect you. Don't make me break my promise to Gandalf..." Sam's heart broke as he got no response from his friend so he just sat there, holding Frodo and crying.
"Retreat! The city is breached. Pull back! To the second level! Get the women and children out. Get them out! Retreat!" Faramir shouted at his Men, a grim look on his face as he looked upon the many casualties but he did not let his grief consume him when he saw his brother run over to him.
"Fight! Fight to the last man! Fight for your lives!" Boromir shouted at them as orcs began to swarm into the White City. The brothers glanced at each other before running back into the throes of battle and death.
Gandalf and Pippin raced up the levels of Minas Tirith, shouting for the women and children to hide and for every last man to join arms in the fight for their freedom when they rounded a corner and came upon a terrifying sight; the Witch King, mounted on his fell beast. Gandalf held up his staff in defense against the foul creature.
"Go back to the abyss! Fall into the nothingness that awaits you and your master." Pippin whimpered into the Wizards robes, a brief flash of an Eye in his mind.
The Witch King chuckled, "Do you not know death when you see it, old man?" He taunted. "This is my hour." The Witch King draws his sword which lights on fire, almost in similitude of Eleniel's but while her fire gave off a sort of warmth, this one felt cold, almost as if it brought a certain chill to ones bones.
Gandalf's staff shattered and he and Pippin fall from Shadowfax. The Witch King slides off his stead and approaches the grim Wizard. Pippin moved to help him but is frozen in fear when the fell beast roars at him in warning. "You have failed. The world of Men will fall."
A chorus of horns is heard in the distance, causing Pippin to fill with courage and hope as he shouts as the Witch King, "There is always hope until the last Man, Elf, Dwarf even Hobbit," he shouted. "You will lose."
The Witch King merely glanced the Hobbits way then turned and flew towards the new threat.
Down at the bottom level of Minas Tirith, the soldiers of Gondor fight valiantly against Sauron's forces when they hear the sounds of horns. Their countenances brightened when they heard their Stewards words. "It's Rohan. They have come." Cheers were heard as they Men took up their swords and pushed back against the Orcs with renewed vigour.
"Fight!," Boromir shouts could be heard above the cries of battle. "Fight for your families! Fight for Gondor and fight for our King!" Exclamations of 'for our King' could be heard from every man as Hope seemed to surge through them all.
While the battle raged on below, a single flower began to bloom on the White Tree of Gondor. Gondor's King had finally returned home.
Here's the update I promised last week lol. If you see mistakes then tell me please :) Also I am going to start editing this story so if you see notifications that I've updated, I probably haven't lol. Also for those who do not know, I have another Aragorn fanfiction called Her Foresight. It is drastically different to this one but hopefully it's still good lol.
Anyways hope you enjoyed xx