Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien, etc. I am only borrowing his characters for this fanfiction and am making absolutely no profit whatsoever from them.
Credit: Tuckborough dot net
Frodo
It was a siren call sweeter than elven-song, seducing every fibre of his being. His heart swelled and loving fingers ached to touch it. Desire raged within, flooding his veins, more potent than Dorwinion wine.
Frodo stared transfixed, pupils wide, as the Ring swung from its chain over the abyss.
He wanted it. Needed it. He alone deserved it! Why should he resist any longer? Only a fool would contemplate destroying that which completed him!
He couldn't. He wouldn't!
Lava raged beneath him like the very fires of Hell as, finally, inevitably, Frodo succumbed to temptation.
The Ring is mine.
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Author's Note: Remember the summary, folks. It said 'Nine drabbles for the Ringbearers ...', not 'Drabbles for the nine Ringbearers' …
*wink*
Thanks to the anonymous reviewer on the last chapter. The delightful thought of Tom Bombadil being a hippy has had me grinning like a madwoman all morning!
Kara's Aunty ;)