#14 What Happens Now
It was finished. The one thing they had all set out from Rivendell to do almost four months ago and the one thing which should have been done at the end of the second age: destroy the One Ring.
Frodo had succumbed to the power of the Ring and started to leave the depths of Mount Doom when a fight broke out between Gollum and Frodo for the Ring. As they fought over it, they both toppled over the Cracks of Doom. Frodo had grabbed onto a small ledge, but Gollum fell to his death taking the One Ring with him.
"Don't you dare let go, Mr. Frodo!" Sam yelled pleading with Frodo to hang on.
"I cannot hang on Sam," Frodo replied weakly barely holding on.
"Yes, you can, now REACH!" Sam shouted reaching his hand out to Frodo to grab.
Frodo stretched out his hand as far as he could while still hanging on with his other hand for dear life. Just as he was about to let go, Sam managed to grasp his hand and pulled with all his strength finally hauling Frodo up on the ledge to safety. But they could not rest, for once the Ring fell into the fiery chasm from which it had been made, Sauron had been destroyed, and Mount Doom erupted.
On Frodo and Sam ran, dodging falling balls of magma and rocks. They had barely made it outside and onto a small mound. There they collapsed exhausted from their ordeal. "It is done," Frodo gasped looking up into the heavens above relief washing over his dirt-smudged face. "It is finally over!"
Sam just laid back next to Frodo closing his eyes a small tear falling from the corner of his eye. "Yes, it is finally over."
As they were laying there surrounded by lava, Sam looked over at Frodo, a sad smile on his face. "What happens now?"
Before Frodo could respond, they heard above them the screeching of giant Eagles flying overhead. They had been rescued.