Mo Ghile Mear

Sera's Speech

***SERA'S POV***

We were forced to go to Gondor. I did not want to go. And I could tell that neither Sam nor Frodo wanted to go, either.

I kept glancing back at Frodo, who looked weak and tired. We were very close to Mordor, but nothing like the closeness we were at whenever we were at the Black Gates. I wanted to be there for him while he was struggling at the moment, but, as I was being held back, there was no way that I could reach him if he fell.

"Look," said one of the men in a trembling voice. "Osgiliath burns."

Frodo spoke up. My heart broke for him when I heard how weak he sounded. So tired. Why couldn't those men just let him rest?! Don't they understand the dangers the Ring held? Couldn't they see what the Ring was doing to Frodo?

"The Ring will not save Gondor. It only has the power to destroy. Please. . . . let me go." I hated to hear him sound like this. I wanted to defend him, but the Men were holding me back.

"Hurry!" Faramir insisted.

This caused my eyes to grow wide with shock and fury.

That little son of a . . . . no, I can't finish that sentence, no matter how much I wanted to. Frodo's voice broke whenever he spoke again. I could see him struggling against his captor, who held him firmly by the arms to prevent him from escaping.

"Faramir! You must let me go!"

I managed to pull myself out of my captor's grip, staring off after Frodo with sad eyes before turning to glare at Faramir. He had no remorse at all, whatsoever. Not even for this innocent hobbit who didn't deserve any of this to begin with.

By the time we got to Osgiliath, Frodo had gotten worse. We were stopped once again by one of the men, but this time, they were not from our group.

"Captain! Orcs are coming in from all sides. By nightfall, we'll be overrun."

Faramir motioned to our captors to hand us to other people, shoving me mercilessly into someone else's arms. I took one glance at Frodo and saw that he looked terrified, more terrified than usual. The expression on his face told me that something was very wrong.

"Mr. Frodo?" I gasped.

"It's calling to him, Sera," he whispered in a terrified voice. "His Eye is almost on me!"

I immediately grabbed onto his hand. I wanted to protect him from all harm. He squeezed my hand back gratefully, though he still looked terrified.

"It'll be alright, Mr. Frodo," I insisted, gently rubbing my thumb across his knuckles in an attempt to comfort him. "You'll be alright. You're strong, Frodo. You'll have me by your side."

Unfortunately, he seemed to act as though he couldn't hear me. I was brought back to reality when Farmir spoke again.

"Take them to my father. Tell him that Faramir has brought him a mighty gift. One that can help us win this war."

Is he insane?! Did he not hear what Frodo said not too long ago of what the Ring actually did?! Finally, I decided to speak up. I decided to break the news to him, and knock some sort of sense into his head.

"Do you want to know what happened to Boromir?!" I asked angrily as I jerked around to face him. Everyone got quiet. Even Farmir got incredibly quiet. Even a little hobbit like me could knock some sense into someone else who was twice my height. "Do you want to know why your brother died?! He tried to take the Ring from Frodo, after swearing an oath to protect him! He tried to kill him! The Ring drove your brother into insanity! Do you want the same thing to happen to you?!"