No Way Out
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-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,671
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 4
***Well chapter 4 is here (which you already know if your reading this) and Frodo's till in the tower. Sam's there too, but its time for him to say goodbye again. But i dont think Frodo's going to be left alone in there for very long, though i cant say anything for sure yet, thatll be for the next chapter...maybe...Oh this chaper just takes off right from the last, so if you get a bit confused at the beginning, you mighnt tnt to read chapter three again. It's nothing big, just some little details, not really important at all that have no real effect on the story but some people like to know while they read. Ok ive gone on long enough, without further adieu, I give you chapter 4***
They sat like that for many minutes, Sam sobbing desperately into Frodo’s shoulder, and Frodo trying to comfort him with thoughts alone, as his body was too weak and stiff to help, and he still had no will to speak, though if he did, Sam would have been the first one he would have wished to speak to. As Frodo sat there, he played the memory over and over again of the quest: them going to Bree, to Rivendel, to the mines... where had they gotten captured? Frodo found he could not place that event inside the quest, and to him it just played out, one second they were on the quest, the next here in this dark dismal place. As memory of how he had been acting lately came into his mind, he wondered how he was still alive: the orcs had only started to force him to eat and drink after about a week, and surely a week with no food or water, or an kind of nourishment would have killed him, so why then was he still alive? He realised that it did not matter. What mattered now was Sam. Poor dear loyal Sam, who had been through so much for him, who was now crying desperately into him.
How had the orcs treated him? And the others? *They must have been tortured*, Frodo thought, as he distinctly remembered some of the screams he had heard sounding like a voice he recognised, though he could never place who. This thought pulled at his heart, and, without meaning to, he let out a small whimper. Sam heard this, and sat straight up, looking down at him with concern, and something that seemed to be anger, and for an instant Frodo wondered if Sam blamed him for all this.
Frodo now had a closer look at Sam’s face, and he saw, to his horror, that there were angry red lines cutting down it, some crusted with dried blood, dirt covering his once tanned skin, his hair was a mess of knots and dried blood, and Frodo nearly cried out in agony at the sight, but found his throat constricting over his voice instead. He reached a very stiff arm up, and gently touched one of the red lines. Sam let out a nearly inaudible hiss, and Frodo pulled his hand away, concern growing in him. What have they done to you Sam? Fresh tears welled in Sam’s eyes, making Frmisemiserable with grief, and tears formed in his own eyes.
Tears. They had come so suddenly, and were such an odd change, that they startled Frodo a little, but he did not pay them much heed, right now Sam had his full attention. Sam. Sam who had been through so much to save him, to help him, Sam who had left the Shire, who had stuck by him night and day, who had cooked for him, and made sure that he was always as well looked after as possible. And now Sam was sitting here, with him in his lap, starring down at him with a tear stained, and abused face, and he could not do anything for Sam. Now in his hour of need, Frodo could do nothing for him. He felt helpless. Alone. Even frightened. Theses were feelings that he had thought to have hardened his heart to for the time being, blocked out, so that they would not interrupt his fading away. But now they all mixed together, and threatened to spill over the edge, making him an emotional wreck.
He must have been starring off into space, the way he did so often now, for suddenly a choked sob came from Sam, and he held him as though his life depended on it.
‘Oh Mr. Frodo what have they done to you? Your eyes... there like nothin I’ve ever seen before. They’ve changed you Mr. Frodo, I know they have.’ Sam clearly did not realise that he was no longer staring off into space, how could he with Frodo’s face smothered against his chest, and he seemed terribly distressed, which made Frodo feel wretched.
‘Mr. Frodo, don’t go where I can’t follow’ Sam said quietly into his ear, clearly thinking that he had lost Frodo, and that Frodo could not be recalled.
Frodo was desperate to let Sam know that he was alright, he wriggled his protesting body, until he managed to loosen Sam’s grip, and then he pulled away from Sam slightly. Sam was staring down at him, tears now pouring down his abused face, making long tracks, andlingling to the floor, and he looked as though he could not believe his eyes. Frodo strained all that he had in him, he must let Sam know that he is alright. He put a hand on Sam’s cheek, gave him a weak smile, and then, in a voice barely audible, he whispered.
‘Sam,’ he had wanted to say more, but that was all his body would allow him right now. It seemed to be enough though, as Sam’s eyes visibly brightened, though not in the cheerful way they used to.
Sam tightened his grip around Frodo, and they sat there like that for a long time. Sam just holding him, and him comforting Sam in the few ways he could. Then the guards came. As soon as Frodo heard the click of the lock, his eyes glazed over, a reaction his body had started days ago. He felt the darkness closing in around him, and slowly he loosened his grip on Sam. Sam saw his reaction, and began sobbing, calling him, begging him to come back to him. But he could not. Not when there were orcs and other evils so near. The orcs came to get Sam. Sam tightened his grip on him, and they had quite a time getting him to let go. They had to drag a crying, struggling hobbit out of the tower cell, and leave one behind. One that showed no real results that the other had helped.
Frodo watched as they dragged the desperately struggling Sam away. His Sam. He longed to stop them, to run after his Sam, but the abyss that he was in, ae one only managed to have a small tear slide down his cheek. *Goodbye Sam* he thought as the door closed, leaving him alone in the dark.
They sat like that for many minutes, Sam sobbing desperately into Frodo’s shoulder, and Frodo trying to comfort him with thoughts alone, as his body was too weak and stiff to help, and he still had no will to speak, though if he did, Sam would have been the first one he would have wished to speak to. As Frodo sat there, he played the memory over and over again of the quest: them going to Bree, to Rivendel, to the mines... where had they gotten captured? Frodo found he could not place that event inside the quest, and to him it just played out, one second they were on the quest, the next here in this dark dismal place. As memory of how he had been acting lately came into his mind, he wondered how he was still alive: the orcs had only started to force him to eat and drink after about a week, and surely a week with no food or water, or an kind of nourishment would have killed him, so why then was he still alive? He realised that it did not matter. What mattered now was Sam. Poor dear loyal Sam, who had been through so much for him, who was now crying desperately into him.
How had the orcs treated him? And the others? *They must have been tortured*, Frodo thought, as he distinctly remembered some of the screams he had heard sounding like a voice he recognised, though he could never place who. This thought pulled at his heart, and, without meaning to, he let out a small whimper. Sam heard this, and sat straight up, looking down at him with concern, and something that seemed to be anger, and for an instant Frodo wondered if Sam blamed him for all this.
Frodo now had a closer look at Sam’s face, and he saw, to his horror, that there were angry red lines cutting down it, some crusted with dried blood, dirt covering his once tanned skin, his hair was a mess of knots and dried blood, and Frodo nearly cried out in agony at the sight, but found his throat constricting over his voice instead. He reached a very stiff arm up, and gently touched one of the red lines. Sam let out a nearly inaudible hiss, and Frodo pulled his hand away, concern growing in him. What have they done to you Sam? Fresh tears welled in Sam’s eyes, making Frmisemiserable with grief, and tears formed in his own eyes.
Tears. They had come so suddenly, and were such an odd change, that they startled Frodo a little, but he did not pay them much heed, right now Sam had his full attention. Sam. Sam who had been through so much to save him, to help him, Sam who had left the Shire, who had stuck by him night and day, who had cooked for him, and made sure that he was always as well looked after as possible. And now Sam was sitting here, with him in his lap, starring down at him with a tear stained, and abused face, and he could not do anything for Sam. Now in his hour of need, Frodo could do nothing for him. He felt helpless. Alone. Even frightened. Theses were feelings that he had thought to have hardened his heart to for the time being, blocked out, so that they would not interrupt his fading away. But now they all mixed together, and threatened to spill over the edge, making him an emotional wreck.
He must have been starring off into space, the way he did so often now, for suddenly a choked sob came from Sam, and he held him as though his life depended on it.
‘Oh Mr. Frodo what have they done to you? Your eyes... there like nothin I’ve ever seen before. They’ve changed you Mr. Frodo, I know they have.’ Sam clearly did not realise that he was no longer staring off into space, how could he with Frodo’s face smothered against his chest, and he seemed terribly distressed, which made Frodo feel wretched.
‘Mr. Frodo, don’t go where I can’t follow’ Sam said quietly into his ear, clearly thinking that he had lost Frodo, and that Frodo could not be recalled.
Frodo was desperate to let Sam know that he was alright, he wriggled his protesting body, until he managed to loosen Sam’s grip, and then he pulled away from Sam slightly. Sam was staring down at him, tears now pouring down his abused face, making long tracks, andlingling to the floor, and he looked as though he could not believe his eyes. Frodo strained all that he had in him, he must let Sam know that he is alright. He put a hand on Sam’s cheek, gave him a weak smile, and then, in a voice barely audible, he whispered.
‘Sam,’ he had wanted to say more, but that was all his body would allow him right now. It seemed to be enough though, as Sam’s eyes visibly brightened, though not in the cheerful way they used to.
Sam tightened his grip around Frodo, and they sat there like that for a long time. Sam just holding him, and him comforting Sam in the few ways he could. Then the guards came. As soon as Frodo heard the click of the lock, his eyes glazed over, a reaction his body had started days ago. He felt the darkness closing in around him, and slowly he loosened his grip on Sam. Sam saw his reaction, and began sobbing, calling him, begging him to come back to him. But he could not. Not when there were orcs and other evils so near. The orcs came to get Sam. Sam tightened his grip on him, and they had quite a time getting him to let go. They had to drag a crying, struggling hobbit out of the tower cell, and leave one behind. One that showed no real results that the other had helped.
Frodo watched as they dragged the desperately struggling Sam away. His Sam. He longed to stop them, to run after his Sam, but the abyss that he was in, ae one only managed to have a small tear slide down his cheek. *Goodbye Sam* he thought as the door closed, leaving him alone in the dark.