Short Lord Of The Rings scenes

Waking Up Alone

Hello dear readers. This chapter takes place after the destruction of the One Ring  and the fall of Sauron. I do not own any of Tolkien's characters, locations, or the Lord of the Rings. This is purely fan made. This scene is meant to emphasize Frodo and Sam's bond, but it is platonic. 

"I'm glad to be with you Samwise Gamgee. Here at the end of all things." 

The smoke, heat, and ash hung heavy in the air. The poisonous vapors of the mountain burned with each breath. Frodo's hand was soaked with his blood. He was dehydrated and weak. Sam wasn't much better. His head pounded from when Gollum had hit him. Their tears cut trails through the dirt and blood that covered their faces. 

The molten lava flowed around them as Orodruin rumbled again. The hobbits fell back onto the rock side by side, finally giving into the weariness. They had done it. They had saved Middle Earth, and now they could rest, even though this rest was sure to be eternal. 

In their final moments, both Frodo and Sam's thoughts turned to the Shire, and they each felt a terrible heartache of longing for home. Sam was the first to lose consciousness and Frodo soon followed him into the blackness. 

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Pain. That was the first thing Frodo felt. He moaned and his eyes flickered open. The blinding white light was excruciating after the darkness of oblivion. Frodo tried to take a breath to bring himself back to consciousness, hoping it would ease the pain in his chest. It did not. He felt suffocated, and his throat burned. He felt as if he had drank the very fires of Mount Doom. 

"Frodo." A voice called to him through his world of pain. He forced his eyes open. Gandalf sat before him in this startlingly white world. Gandalf?! Then that meant... 

"I'm dead..." Frodo whispered, his voice like sandpaper. He coughed, and then he couldn't stop coughing. He turned onto his side and curled up as his body rejected the ash he had breathed on Mount Doom. If he was dead he had thought he wouldn't have to experience all of this agony. 

"No, my dear hobbit," Gandalf said, quickly moving to Frodo's side and offering him a cup of water and holding him upright as Gandalf helped to hold the cup to his mouth. Frodo finally managed to stop choking on ash long enough to drink several long desperate gulps of water. Clean water. It has been so long.

"Then if I'm not... why are you here?" Frodo asked, slumping back into his pillows. 

"It's quite a long story," Gandalf began. Just then the door burst open and Merry and Pippin rushed in. 

"Frodo!" they cried, throwing themselves onto the bed and embracing him. Frodo tried to return the enthusiasm. He was genuinely overjoyed to see them, but the pain of his wounds flared with every movement. His bandaged hand was especially painful when he tried to move it. 

"You're alive! We weren't sure you were going to wake up..." Pippin said, his eyes filled with a sort of haunted aged look that Frodo had never seen in his cheerful young cousin before. 

"You've been asleep for so long, the eagles got you, and when we first saw you we thought you were dead, covered in blood and all, and barely breathing," Merry said. He too looked tired and much older. 

Before Frodo could answer, Gimli, Legolas, and Aragorn entered the room. They all broke into a smile when they saw that Frodo was awake. 

That was everyone except...