LotR Drabble: Entrance
My third LotR fanwork--for the Nov 2010 challenge at lotr_community
Entrance
He stood in Sauron’s smithy. He had carried himself there on his own two feet. He drew out that … Lover? Master? Self? ... that Golden Ring. And he remembered no more.
Until he found himself standing beside his … Servant? Gardener? Brother? ... his Friend of Friends. Sam had carried him out….
But to Mordor, the land of despair.
To be out, Frodo knew now, was not to be whole - was not to be happy.
Until…
“Come in, Mr. Frodo. You’ll catch your death of cold out here!”
And Sam led him through the green door of Bag End.
Entrance
He stood in Sauron’s smithy. He had carried himself there on his own two feet. He drew out that … Lover? Master? Self? ... that Golden Ring. And he remembered no more.
Until he found himself standing beside his … Servant? Gardener? Brother? ... his Friend of Friends. Sam had carried him out….
But to Mordor, the land of despair.
To be out, Frodo knew now, was not to be whole - was not to be happy.
Until…
“Come in, Mr. Frodo. You’ll catch your death of cold out here!”
And Sam led him through the green door of Bag End.