A/N: I am SO SORRY.

Every time I feel like I am getting on a good rhythm of writing, something pops up. Well, I just found out that I will most likely no longer be going to my current school anymore... I have been there for nine years. I was super upset.

So that whole week, I was depressed and stressed out. I even had to skip a day of school it was that bad.

But now, with much praying and thinking, I think it will be good for me to switch! It would be a nice, clean start. Plus, I have friends at the new school I may be going to, so I won't be to much of a stranger. And my cousin goes there! And they have more opportunities for writers!

HERE IS CHAPTER 10 OF ROTK. FINALLY. Over 6,000 words... WHA?! Yes, it is. (:

Scores of today: "Shelob's Lair", "Merry's Simple Courage", and "Shelob the Great"

DC: I only own anything you DON'T recognize.

Chapter 10:

"Will this work?"

"Yes."

There was a pause.

"Well, what if they shoot?"

"Then we die."

Another defeating pause.

"But-"

"It will work."

Aragorn growled at Laura, who huffed. The four stood stiffly on the shore of the river. They watched as ships sailed up the waters, slowly and quietly. Aragorn was trying to keep his breathing steady, and was also trying to remain calm. Laura let out a sharp breath, and looked around her.

The ships drew nearer, and Aragorn cleared his throat, "You may go no further."

Some of the men on the boats chuckled, and Laura winced inwardly, "You will not enter Gondor." He said once more, the men only laughed louder. Three lone strangers, telling them they had no rights? Now that was funny.

"Who are you to deny us passage?" The boson exclaimed with a grin.

Aragorn nudged Legolas, "Legolas, fire a warning shot past the boson's ear." He whispered as the elf notched an arrow swiftly.

"Mind your aim." Gimli whispered to Legolas. He nodded at Laura, who nodded back. Suddenly, just as Legolas had barely let go of the arrow, Laura smacked the crook of his elbow. His arm went up and over, as did the arrow. Legolas went wide eyed as his arrow sailed through the air and pierced one of the mercenaries next to the boson. He fell with a cry and the three looked to Laura, who was smirking.

Gimli gasped and put a hand to his mouth, "Oh! That's it, right, we warned you! Prepare to be boarded!" Gimli yelled to the men as they sneered at the four.

"Boarded! By you and whose army?" Another mercenary asked as the men laughed in unison. The four all looked at each other and smiled. Laura gulped and they all looked back to the ship.

"This army." Aragorn said as suddenly, the King of the Dead and his army charged right through the four, with fearful screams and cries. The men on the boats suddenly had looks of horror upon their faces, and barely had time to move before the army was upon the ship.

(Start "Shelob's Lair")

Had Karolyn really just rejected him like that? Simply said no? But, didn't she love him? To Frodo, at that time, he had felt as if he were in control, and was all powerful. Nothing could stop him, he had the One Ring, didn't he? He was its master.

But still, her rejection had hurt a little, he had to admit. He loved her, but he had ruined it. How could he have been so harsh to the both of them? They were his friends! Then again, he still had kept his secret about Karolyn to himself, and now, he couldn't tell her anything anymore.

Wait, what was he saying? He was right! They were wrong. They would see, once he ruled-

Frodo sighed and rubbed his forehead, his thoughts were literally consuming him. The voices in his head poked at him all the time like this. Looking up, he saw they still had a long ways to go. Where were his friends now?

Gollum and Frodo had climbed, and climbed, and climbed. It took awhile, but they finally reached it.

The cave.

Frodo stumbled into the cave, Gollum right in front of him leading the way. For a moment, the thought of Karolyn overwhelmed him so much, he almost turned around.

"In there." Gollum pointed to the cave and glared at Frodo.

Grimacing, Frodo stopped, "What is this place?" The question finally slipped out.

"Master must go inside the tunnel,"

"Now that I'm here, I don't think I want to." He replied, slightly turning back around. Gollum rolled his eyes and hissed.

"It's the only way!" He paused, "Go in, or go back."

Oh, now Frodo couldn't turn back. Everything would be gone if he did, "I can't go back." He mumbled.

Gollum watched him pass by, and smiled to himself. Instantly, Frodo felt as if a nasty wall of smelly carcasses filled his nose. Crinkling his nose, he looked around for any source of the smell.

"What is that smell?" He exclaimed. Now, he grimaced and thought he may throw up.

"Orcses' filth. Orcses come in here sometimes." Gollum replied nonchalantly. Now running ahead, he turned back to Frodo, "Hurry! This way!" Gollum said.

Frodo now walked alone, but wasn't aware of it. Something about this place gave him an ill foreboding. He didn't like it, at all. Looking around in a panic, he now realized Gollum was gone. His heart raced and everything spun, the darkness seemed to be even more dark.

"Smeagol?" He cried out nervously.

"Over here!" Gollum cried out from somewhere Frodo could not see. Tripping, he placed his hand out on the side of the cave walls for hold. Standing up, he shrieked and pulled his hand back. Whatever his hand had landed on, it was sticky and stringy. He pulled and yanked, but his hand was stuck. It was as of it were syrup! Yanking some more, his hand was released, and he fell back a little. Rubbing his fingers together, he still couldn't tell what it was.

"Ah! It's sticky! What is it?" He cried out in fear. Gollum was no where in sight! Another cry erupted from him, and he began to panic.

"You will see!" Gollum sang out to him from far away. "Oh yes, you will see."

Frodo began to panic immensely, and he felt dizzy.

"Smeagol? SMEAGOL! SMEAGOL!" He cried out loudly. No reply came, and he whirled around. No one was there, all darkness.

Tears welled in his eyes, and he instantly knew Sam and Karolyn had been right the whole time. About everything, Gollum was the villain. "Sam, Karolyn." He moaned with sorrow. Where would they be now? Halfway down the stairs by now? They wouldn't come back for him, not after what he had said to them. He wasn't a friend.

Karolyn had already started back up after she had left Sam. Frodo had been long gone for awhile now, and she decided to follow him. It was just a tunnel, it would be easy to catch up. Sam barely even noticed her leave, but she eventually convinced him to let her go. Thirst lingered on her lips, and her eyes were dry. She had just reached the third to last step, when an instant foreboding attacked her mind.

Sam growled to himself, for being so stupid. He crumpled the Lembas bread in his hand and slammed his fist to the ground. If only Mr. Frodo could see the bread now, then he'd believe him about everything. Looking up the steps, he decided it was time to start climbing again.

Frodo began to cry out in panic, whimpering and running. Fear overtook his body and he ran as fast as he could. Mazes and being lost was never his favorite thing as a child, so it certainly didn't help now. Now shrieking, he tripped backwards and fell into what felt like webs. Big, sticky, spider webs! He cowered in fear and looked all around him. How he would give anything for light, or Sting's light. Now he could see several dead animals, strung up in webs all around him. But these webs were unlike any others he had seen! They were thick webs, sticky, and tangly. Whatever had spun these webs must have been big. Very, very big. Now he really wanted some light. Then, his hand felt something pressing against him in his pocket. His phial!

"And you, Frodo Baggins, I give you the light of Eärendil, our most beloved star." Frodo gasped and his hand shot to his pocket shakily, "May it be a light for you in dark places, when all other lights go out." Galadriel's voice echoed mysteriously in his head.

He closed his eyes, and an instantaneous relaxation came over him. Something inside of him was bubbling, and it was warm.

"Aiya Eärendil Elenion Ancalimë!" He suddenly shouted. He caught his breath, for he felt like all other words had been taken from his mouth after speaking the Elvish tongue. The Phial in his hand now glowed, a soft blue. Bright enough to cover about fifteen feet around him. His breathing slowed and he looked around properly now.

"Frodo!" He swore he heard his name, but ignored it.

A noise from behind him made him freeze all movement. His hobbit ear twitched, and he gulped. Slowly, ever so slowly, he turned his head. Out of the shadow, something moved, quietly. Now, the figure of what looked to be a spider, emerged from the shadows. He stood up instantly and thrust the light towards her. Squealing, she didn't seem to like the light very much. He fell back again and she advanced on him, only to have the light thrust at her again. She made another horrible shriek and Frodo went running through one of the tunnels. He could hear her running behind him, and she had the advantage of knowing the tunnels. Another few sharp turns and passages, he lost her. Unfortunately, he wasn't paying attention and ran straight into a giant web. He was suspended in the air now, hanging by the web. Squirming, he realized now that he was going to be her dinner if he didn't get out soon.

A voice, from behind a rock sang a disturbing melody, "Naughty little fly, why does he cry?" Gollum slowly peered over a rock to watch Frodo squirm helplessly. Frodo's blood began to boil as he watched the creature smile. "Caught, in a web!" Frodo now fought through the web harder, slashing Sting with all his might, "Soon, you'll be," Gollum paused and whispered with a smile, "Eaten."

Now Frodo was beyond angry, and was letting out cried of frustration. Gollum now saw Shelob's shadow climbing down the walls of a tunnel, and he began to panic. Sure, he was about to watch Frodo die, but not him! The shadow approached closer now, and he screamed and ran. Frodo chopped through the web as fast as he could, and could now hear Shelob behind him. With all gear entering him, and adrenaline pumping like mad, he finally made one last slash and was free, Shelob right on his tail. Sting wouldn't come loose, and Frodo sadly watched as he let go of it, suspended in the web. Now, he ran as fast as he could until he fell out of a small tunnel, too small for the spider that had just missed him.

Karolyn heard scrambling, fast and panicked scrambling, and ran in quickly. By this time, whatever had been scrambling was long gone down the tunnel. She gulped, and looked all around her. How was she supposed to find Frodo in this maze of tunnels? She was never good at those. She began to walk forward now, and stopped when she came to two separate tunnels.

"Shit, wonderful."

For a moment, she was at a loss. When then, a sudden voice popped into her head.

'When in doubt, Meriadoc, always follow your nose!'

Gandalf. Of course! The Mines of Moria! She remembered and now took in a huge whiff. One tunnel, the right one, smelt somewhat foul. The left one, it had a horrid smell that made her want to barf. She was still at a loss, but she decided the right tunnel was the best way to go. This one happened to be the more darker tunnels of the two, though. Taking a careful step in, she waited for her eyes to adjust, before standing still.

"Maybe I should turn around-"

"Eärendil!" She ever so, barely, faintly heard coming from behind. But it had also sounded like it was in front of her! Spinning around, she knew it was Frodo. She waited to her something else, but heard nothing. She stepped out and faced the two tunnels now again.

"Frodo!" She called out. Her voice echoed off the two walls of the tunnels.

Nothing.

She took another smell, and now that she thought of it, she could catch a whiff of what Frodo's hair always smelt like.

She smiled, "Gotcha!" She whispered and took off down the left tunnel. The horrible smell consumed in her nostrils, and she did everything she could to not throw up. She heard a scream and several, horrifying shrieks. Ducking behind a rock, she caught her breath and slinked lower into the shadows. Now she heard that horrid, traitorous voice she had hoped meet to hear again.

Smeagol.

She hissed to herself and kicked the wall behind her. In a matter of a minute, his voice screamed, along with another, and then an inhuman shriek. And they were gone. She assumed it was safe, so she stepped out. No sign of anyone was near. Advancing forward, lightly on her feet, she tiptoed down the tunnel from the noises. She gasped when she came upon a terrifying sight. Sting was caught, suspended in a, web? There was no way it was a web. She reached out and tried to pull it. The handle of the sword was somewhat warm, someone (Frodo most definitely) had just been holding it. She yanked as hard as she could, and the sword loosened free. With a grunt, she hit the floor and sat up. Sting? She pulled off the webs and examined it. With having just found this, Frodo had to be near. Standing, she gathered up all her strength and courage, and began to sprint forward. A small tunnel lay before her, and a shadow shifted besides her. Looking over, she saw nothing and continued forward. Sliding out of the tunnel, she somersaulted out and pulled a few webs with her. Now what? Looking around, she now saw what looked to be a tuft of jet black hair. It was Frodo's. she gasped and picked it up. A struggle? Fight? Where was he? Now, a noise made her gasp and she ran into the corner of the wall next to her.

For what she saw next, she had to literally hold her mouth shut to keep from screaming.

A big, black, quiet, nasty, arachnid crawled from a bigger hole above the tunnels. She crouched lower until she could go no more, and shut her eyes, holding Frodo's hair and Sting close. But this spider had other intentions.

Gollum disappeared over the edge of the cliff, screaming as he tried to catch himself. Frodo sighed, rubbed the spot where the tuft of hair had been pulled, and slowly stood. Now he had no sword or light, what was he to do? He sighed and began to walk on forward.

His walk slowly turned into a staggering daze, and he couldn't tell where he was going. Nearly tripping over his own feet now, he reached out to grab anything he could. Thoughts of Karolyn consumed his mind, and Sam. He missed them, what had he done? They had been true to the end with him, and would have gone on, only if he had listened. He held back the tears, and looked up.

"I'm so sorry, Sam," he mumbled, now falling to his knees. A tear fell, "Karolyn, I love you."

(I do not care, you must start "Shelob's Lair" at 8:08 HERE)

He blacked out, and lost all hope. His head hit the ground.

Grass?

The air was pure, for once. It was easy to breathe, and he could see light pouring in through his eyelids. He opened them, and saw what looked to be the edge of woods. Now, he looked ahead, and then up.

Lady Galadriel stood before him, flawless and concerned. The wind blew faintly and she held her arms out to him.

Without opening her mouth, she spoke, "This task was appointed to you, Frodo of the Shire," she stepped forward. Frodo blinked, and suddenly she changed.

It was Karolyn. She was tall, with skinny white pants and a flowing white shirt. Silver earrings, bracelet, and an odd red necklace. Her feet were small now, and her ears no longer pointed, and her hair straight. She was extremely tall to him now. This was what she had looked like before coming to his world.

She, was the most beautiful thing he had laid eyes on.

"If you do not find a way," Galadriel's voice sounded.

Karolyn stooped down slowly and cupped his cheek, he leaned into her now large hand, staring at her, "No one will," she said, and her voice seemed to blend into the wind around them.

He felt her hand leave his cheek, and now held it in front of him. She was offering her hand to him.

He had to do this for her, Sam, the Shire.

Middle Earth.

With a determined face of courage, he reached out and their hands grasped each other's.

She smiled at him, and all life seemed to go back into him, and time stopped. He smiled back, and without warning, she pulled him up.

He stood on the dirt road once more, with courage and energy like none other.

He was off to save Middle Earth, to Mount Doom.

(Start "Merry's Simple Courage" here, at 0:23)

The Rohirrim had stopped next to a lake, and Diamond was so thankful. Pitching her helmet to the side, she held her hair back and quickly tied it in a huge bun, not thing on her head. Stooping down next to it, she lapped the water quickly. Then, sitting up, she let out a huff and looked around. She hasn't been able to find Merry anywhere, and she had been riding in the back the entire time.

It was times like these that she really missed Genevieve and Pippin, and Karolyn. And she often wondered about Laura, and where she had gone of to. A tear escaped her eye, but she quickly swiped it away as to not let anyone see or hear her. So far, she had been safe, no one had figured out her gender.

Then, she looked around the men again, just in case she saw Merry. Who had even that weird person that took Merry anyways? She felt mad at them for a reason. Why hadn't they grabbed her either?

"Prepare to move out!" Eomer suddenly called out as the entire army stood and began to mount their horses once again.

"Make haste, we ride through the night." Theoden said as he rode past. The girl looked away and placed a hand to her forehead.

"Pretty sure I've gone crazy." She whispered sadly, and mounted her pony. The soldier earlier had been right. She was riding to her death. Slipping on her helmet, she looked behind her.

Those mountains were so beautiful.

Sighing, she turned back and watched as Theoden signaled for everyone to move forward.

"To battle!" He cried out as they all rode past him.

Diamond kept her head low and trotted on by, "To death. For friends." She whispered to herself.

The entire army poured out onto the country land surrounding them. The sound of hooves beat against the ground, and it quivered.

At the front, Merry rode with Eowyn, a sad look on his face. Where had his friend gone?

"To battle." Eowyn whispered.

Merry gulped, "To battle."

The fighting continued at Gondor, whilst Ginger and Faramir had been separated. Ginger was placed further back into the great kingdom, under the Great Hall. Faramir however, was just above her, being prepared to be cremated.

Genevieve sat with her extremely paranoid sister, cringing each time she heard a giant boulder crash into the city. Ginger moaned and flipped over to her side, her wounds had left her weak and delusional. The amount of blood she had lost was great, and they were nursing her back to health.

"Faramir!" She cried out and shot up. A cry erupted from her as the blood rushed from her head down her body. Even the slightest movement of the body hurt, and made her dizzy. Genevieve laid her back down and placed a cool cloth on her head where her stitches were. She pained for her sister, and so badly wanted to be home. She missed sharing a room with her, and she missed her parents. Everything was so different now, how had it come to this? Why did she and her friends have to die? She began to cry, and she slunk back into her chair. Darkness was consuming the sky, and it was growing darker. The sounds d fighting were drained from her, and she fell into a deep sleep.

My head, it hurt so bad! Sitting up, I let the years ooze from my eyes and looked around. Genevieve sat in a chair next to me, asleep. I wasn't dizzy, or nauseous. That was a good sign! I attempted to stand, but to no avail. Suddenly, a thunderous crash erupted the silence, and I fell back onto the bed, cowering.

"What the?" I said to myself, slowly crawling to the edge of my bed. Looking out over the city, what I saw was chaos. Sauron was unleashing his full force on this city, and I didn't know what to think.

I knew this would happen, Saruman had talked of it before. Sighing, I leaned against the wall of the small room. On the nightstand next to my bed, I saw what appeared to be a bottle of medicine with my name on it.

Well, it was medicine, right?

Taking a gulp, I tossed the bottle to the side and sucked in a sharp breath. A neigh pierced the air and my head snapped to the window. Mysteri!

Walking out the door, I rounded the corner. There stood the one thing that had been my friend when I had none. Stroking her nose, I marveled at the brilliant creature before me.

"How'd you get in here, ol' girl?" I whispered as she nudged me with her nose. I chuckled and looked around, maybe, just maybe I could...

Slowly, I swung over her back. She squirmed for a moment, then stopped as I smoothed her mane. It was knotted and tangled, she even had a few cuts.

"Alright, lets go." I whispered. Mysteri let out a whinny and we were off.

Suddenly from below, I could hear a loud boom. Galloping close to the edge, I could see Trolls and Orcs.

Breaking into the city! Down below, I heard Gandalf shouting orders to the men. Pulling my horse to a stop, we turned around and galloped for the stairs. Dodging people and rocks, I frantically searched for the wizard. Listening for his voice, it was a miracle he appeared in from of me as I rounded the corner.

"Ginger!" He shouted in surprise as I motioned for him to follow me. He nodded and ran to me.

"What is it, child?"

"Gandalf, I am weak. I need help!"

Gandalf eyed me, the fighting was growing intense, "Ginger, I cannot simply heal you!"

"I know you can!" I shouted as he began to walk away.

"Look at me," I whispered as he examined my wounds. He seemed to be struggling, and finally, he gave in. Giving me a warning look, he placed a hand on my forehead.

"The consequences could be grave, Ginger." He said as I looked at him.

Tears filled my eyes, "I need this, I need it for my friends, Middle Earth, and Faramir."

Gandalf nodded and closed his eyes. A sense of warmth seeped through my blood slowly, and I breathed in. I could feel everything become new again.

"Tanka harwar, tanka harwar sina harwa!" Gandalf began to repeat. Slowly, everything felt amazing, my body and wounds were refreshed. Looking at Gandalf, I smiled and hugged him around the neck.

"Thank you!" I whispered as he patted my back.

We pulled away, "Ginger, I have never tried this on anyone else before. The consequences could be dire!" He said again as sighed.

"I don't care, I need to be ready for this."

And with that, I rode off and left the wizard standing there, calling me back to help fight.

(Start "Shelob the Great" here)

Frodo walked ahead and didn't turn back. Nothing could stop him. He thought, maybe he should go back to Sam and Karolyn? He couldn't not through that cave again. Karolyn would take care of Sam, and him of her. A sound behind him made him spin around.

"Karolyn?" He called out, "Sam?"

There wasn't an answer, and he sighed. Then, he turned back again, and a pain like none other entered his abdomen. He gasped and moaned. His breathing felt blocked, and he barely could see in front of him. A squeak sounded behind him, but he couldn't move as the foam filled his mouth and he fell face first.

Karolyn followed the spider slowly, and quietly. It crawled with such disgustingness she had to stop once in awhile to catch her breath. It crawled ahead and she ran to catch up, Sting in her hands.

"You can do this, find Frodo, and you'll be okay. We can run from the spider-" she paused as the spider suddenly stopped, as if it heard her. Gasping, she ran and hid behind a rock. The spider waited, and the girl trembled with fear. After a frightening few minutes, the spider continued on. She sighed with relief and walked forward, slowly, for her knees knocked back and forth. She even felt dizzy somewhat. Now, the spider climbed around, the path ahead formed a small opening now, Karolyn could tell from pressed against the side wall. Now the spider was gone from sight, and she his behind a rock again. Her back pressed against it, she breathed in and tightened her hold against Sting. Knuckles white, and heart pounding, she heard a voice in her head.

'If the Ring fails to get to Mount Doom, all else will fail with it.' Lady Galadriel whispered in her mind. Karolyn now nodded and took a deep breath in.

"Okay. One, two, three." She spun out from behind the rock, Sting pointed in front of her, she was ready to fight. But what she saw made her drop the sword instantly with a clang to the ground.

The spider had now picked up a very limp Frodo and began to spin him in a cocoon. Whimpering, she stumbled back and fell, but soon scrambled to grab the sword. Standing up, she turned now to run. A light blinded her vision and she let the sword dangle at her side.

But Sam stopped her, "Come on, we've got to!" He yelled as he held the sword with her and spun her around.

"Let 'im go, you filth!" Sam growled at the spider, who now hissed and dropped Frodo to the ground. Karolyn screamed as it charged at them, and let go of the sword as she ducked under the legs of the spider. Sam began to fight and she ran to Fordo's side. Before she could see if he was still alive, Sam's cry stopped her and she spun back around. The light of the phial vanished as it fell to the ground, but Sting was still clutched in Sam's hand. The spider took bites at him as he slashed back and forth. Now she ran forward and caught the sword just as Sam dropped it, and she herself began to fight.

"Sam! We gotta-" she began as suddenly, the spider held her up against the wall with one leg, as if to choke her. Struggling for breath, Sam went wide eyes and let out a cry, stabbing the leg. Karolyn dropped to the ground, and she now saw Sam knew what she meant. Staying underneath Sam, but far enough away from the spider that she was out of the way. The spider chased Sam and threw him up, Sting thrown into the air once more. Karolyn ran to it on the ground and watched as Sam struggled to climb up the side of the wall he had been thrown onto. She shrieked as he was pulled back to the ground and rolled over the back of the spider. He fell to the ground with a painful "umph", and now the spider turned to Karolyn. Now realizing she had the sword, her body locked up and she stood frozen. It charged and she stood there.

"KAROLYN!" Sam yelled out, that was when she charged at the spider herself. Stabbing it in the eye, she held her ground and pushed harder as the spider let out even more painful screeches and struggled to move. Finally, the spider threw its head to the side and she fell to the side with it, Sting however, was actually stuck in the eye itself. Sam immediately pulled out the sword gruesomely and prepared to fight again as the spider regained balance. Sam began to run away, and the spider pushed him forward. Flying forward, Sam hit the ground with a skid and Sting as well. The spider still tried to balance a little, and Karolyn grabbed the sword and quickly spun around, facing the monster.

She knew she had to save Frodo, if he could even still be saved. Her breath quickened and the spider let out a frightening and threatening hiss. It was a hideous thing, really. Karolyn so badly wanted to turn and run, so badly! But she knew Frodo needed this, she couldn't abandon him. Maybe they could even save him. Sam moaned and she flinched a little, as did the spider. It was now, or never.

The sound of Frodo's laughter filled her head.

She needed the old Frodo back. The youthful, peaceful, and wonderful Frodo.

She loved Frodo Baggins, and this spider was going to pay for hurting him.

"Come at me," she growled at it, the spider hissed at her, "COME ON!" She shouted loudly, that's when the spider charged again. Letting out a cry she ran to the side and sliced at three of legs as she ran by, but that spider was smart. It swept its fourth and unhurt leg behind her with such force, it threw her up. She actually did a flip.

Everything seemed to slow, as now Sam ran and caught the sword in mid air and just as Karolyn came crashing down on her legs and stomach with a painful cry, Sam ran behind the spider and stabbed it. Right where the spider had used its stinger to stab Frodo. The spider let out a wail and convulsed in shrieks. Sam smirked in victory and triumph as the spider screeched and squealed in pain, stumbling and cringing as Same continued to push the sword harder. Sam pulled out and Karolyn threw him the phial that lay next to her. He thrust it towards the spider with warnings, and the spider stumbled and fell.

Back into the shadows it crept.

Never to be seen again.

Sam, still in a moment of daze, whipped around at the sound of one of Karolyn's cries.

"I can't, breathe, Sam!" She cried out as he picked her up. He hushed her, then, the two simultaneously turned to the limp Frodo on the ground.

"Oh no," she whispered as Sam and her stumbled to his body. Sam began to cry as he ripped open the cocoon in which he was wrapped in. Karolyn placed a hand over her mouth at the condition in which Frodo was in. His skin was even more sickly green than before, and his eyes wide open. The only thing still natural and real, those eyes. His lips were chapped and dry, and he did not breathe. Karolyn let out a cry as her and Sam both cradled the limp hobbit in their arms, rocking him back and forth.

"Frodo!" She cried out as she stroked his cheek. It was odd and scary, not to see him respond to even a simple touch.

"Oh no, please!" Sam whispered, sniffing and sobbing. He pulled his master to his forehead and sobbed, Karolyn crying into her knees now.

"It's done! All hope is lost," Sam whispered as Karolyn nodded in agreement. The two looked at each other, and pulled each other into a tight hug, sobbing loudly. Then, Karolyn gasped and pulled away.

"It has to get to Mordor." She said, ripping the cocoon open a little more. The ring lay against Frodo's chest and she reached for it.

"But how?" Sam whispered.

"Us." She responded as tears fell silently. He raised a brow at her, then looked down to the ring.

"Miss Hadley, we can't! Not without Mister Frodo."

"If he can, then why can't we?"

"Because, it was his job!"

"Well, Sam! His part of the job is done now! He's dead!" She screamed as Sam now began to sob again. After calming herself, Karolyn looked up again.

"I'm sorry, but we have to. We were given a job to, Sam. To protect Frodo. We did, and now he can't go any further."

Now Sam looked up at her.

"I know," he replied. Then he reached for the ring, only to be stopped by Karolyn.

"Sam, let me."

"Miss-"

"Sam," she growled back suddenly. Sam retreated his hand and watched as she gently pulled chain necklace over Frodo's head. After staring at the ring, she placed it over her own head. She let out a sigh of, relief? Sam watched with concern and she opened her eyes.

"I have to Sam, me. It's the only part of Frodo I've got left." She responded. Sam shook his head and stood, looking around. Then, he looked back down and stared at the girl.

Slowly, she looked up at him with such an evil glare, it scared him, "What?!" She exclaimed as he now looked down next to her.

Sting was glowing.

He let out a gasp and pointed to the sword, "The sword!"

Karolyn eyed him, then looked at the sword, "Sam!" She shrieked, and he pulled her to a nearby rock to hide behind.

The orcs ran down the stairs with hoots and shrieks, snarling at one another.

"You get back you scum!" An Orc bellowed to his followers as they all ran down the stairs. The first Orc stopped and held out his hand for the others to follow suit.

"What's this?" He asked as he peered at the wrapped up Frodo. The lifeless, helpless Frodo. Sam covered Karolyn's mouth as she began to cry, and squirm under his hold. What would they do to Frodo?

"Looks like old Shelob's been having a bit of fun!" He sneered with a smile and examined Frodo.

"Killed another one, has she?" One asked behind him.

"No." He said as he poked Frodo, "This fellow ain't dead!"

Karolyn instantly stopped crying and grasped onto Sam's hand even harder.

"Not dead?" Sam whispered.

"She jabs him with her stinger, and he goes as limp as a boned fish!" He smiled, "Then she has her way with them. That's how she likes to feed. Fresh blood!" He exclaimed and turned to them with a devilish grin. Then, he motioned to Frodo, "Get him to the tower!"

Sam held back the girl as she began to panic once again as they passed, seeing her want to cry out for Frodo made him want to cry as well!

"Samwise you fool!" He cursed to himself as he watched them pass.

"This scum will be awake in a couple of hours."

"Then he'll wish he'd never been born!" The Orc cried as they walked back up. The two hobbits clung to each other in happiness, that Frodo was alive, and in sadness, for the fact that they would most likely never see him again.

The Ring dangled from Karolyn's neck, and she could feel its weight digging into her neck. But, it felt good.

AH. THE SHELOB SCENE IS SO SCARY.

So, I am not entirely pleased with the Shelob scenes... I feel like they were confusing... I'll edit them after the story is done. In fact, I will probably do all of my editing once I am done.

I will shamefully admit that while writing the scene where Frodo sees Karolyn in front of him, instead of Lady Galadriel, I definitely teared up major time. I was writing it when listening to that last part of Shelob's Lair, it was just so cute and was being timed so perfectly as I wrote it! I also just CANNOT wait to get back to writing some Frodo/Karolyn scenes!

THE BATTLE OF THE PELENNOR FIELDS IS COMING UP NEXT! Bare with me guys, we are coming so far along!

Also, when Gandalf heals Ginger with that spell, he is saying "Heal, heal this wound."

Creative, right? I literally could barely find ANY elvish words, so I had to make do with what I could find on the internet (so reliable, right? *scoffs*).

Plus, ignore the dumb misspellings in this chapter. Writing on an iPod is hard.

Review! I didn't get to many the last chapter ):

Love as always,

-Mrs. Frodo Baggins

Kendall

Mirabella Millstone of Bywater

P.s.

Check out my new Star Wars Story "Leanora: The Forbidden Beauty", an Obi-Wan/OC story!

I will be in Texas over spring break, so don't expect an update soon. I will write while I am gone, though, I promise!

Thanks!