A/N Post Quest. I know this is slightly AU, but it was the only way I could make this work.
Thank you to Quarterhorseranch for the idea!
#61 Falling
Frodo was holding on to the edge with all his might. He could hear Sam telling him to reach but try as he might, Sam's hand was just too far. He kept swinging his free hand which now dripped in his blood from where Gollum bit his finger off earlier, but still, Sam was out of reach.
Frodo pleaded with Sam to please lower himself just a bit further, but Sam looked at Frodo and with tears in his eyes mouthed, "I'm sorry." Frodo watched with horror and disbelief as his best friend and companion got up, turned around and walked off leaving him to hang.
The Ring-bearer cried out for Sam to come back but it was to no avail, he was gone. Feeling himself slipping and his strength leaving him, he did the only thing left he knew of: He let go. As Frodo felt himself falling closer and closer to the hot molten lava of Mt. Doom, he saw his whole life flash before him. The last thing he thought of before he hit the lava was his Uncle Bilbo and how he would never see him again.
Just as he hit, Frodo woke with a start and screamed. "No!" Frodo sat up in his bed, sweat falling from his face. He clutched his soft white sheets to his bosom and tried to get his breathing under control. It was all a dream. He was not dead; he was alive and in Rivendell.
Hearing the door, open, Frodo noticed Lord Elrond rushing over to him. "Frodo, are you alright? I heard you scream."
Frodo looked at the Elven Lord and shook his head no, hot tears falling from his blue eyes. Feeling a pang of sympathy hit him, Elrond sat down and cradled the small hobbit. Quietly, Elrond began to sing an elvish lullaby to Frodo until he felt him relax and fall back into a dreamless sleep.