The Elfling || A Frodo Baggins Love Story

The Plains of Mordor

Sam and I finally made it to the tower of Cirith Ungol. I knew that it would be very difficult to find him with Orcs, Goblin-men, and Uruk-hai wandering about the towers. But finally, we heard the sound of threatening from somewhere above us. 

I turned to Sam and put a finger to my lips, immediately telling him to be quiet. He immediately got the idea and nodded in return. We carefully crept up the ladder where we could see a Goblin-man threatening someone. 

"Stop squealing, you bilge rat! Or I'll bleed you like a stuck pig!" 

But before he can continue any more threats, I came up behind the filthy creature quietly. I used Sting to slay the creature. The blue sword penetrated through its body, leaving him a strangling, gurgling mess. I appeared over the goblin's shoulder, looking determined.

"Not unless I stick you, first," I declared fiercely. 

Frodo immediately looked relieved. His blue eyes lit up with delight and relief. 

"Eira! Sam!" 

I let the goblin-man fall to his death without any sense of remorse. That creature had threatened to kill Frodo, after all. And there was absolutely no way that I could let that happen! 

I let the sword clatter at my side as I collapsed on my knees in front of Frodo, struggling to get his bondages off. Once he was freed, he immediately gulfed me into a tight hug, almost breaking down into tears. 

"Oh, Eira! I'm so sorry! Sorry for everything!" 

I only held the traumatized Hobbit closer to me. He needed all the relief he could get. But I knew that we had to leave in order to not be caught by the enemy. 

"Let's get you out of here," I suggested at once.

Frodo shook his head, looking distraught and terrified. "No. It's too late. Eira, they've — they've found it. They've taken the Ring!" 

I shook my head slowly. "I beg your pardon, Mr. Frodo. But they haven't." 

Frodo furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

 "What are you —?" he began, but I immediately cut him off by showing him the One Ring that I had kept safely in my pocket the entire time. 

"I was afraid that I lost you," I admitted. I could feel a blush creeping up my cheeks as I made my confession. "So I took it, just for safekeeping. It's safe, now." 

"Eira, you're a genius! I —" 

His eyes immediately went dark as his gaze on the Ring continued. I immediately felt rather uncomfortable with that gaze of his. He's never acted that way towards the Ring. Sure, he's stared at it more than once when he thought that I wasn't looking. He immediately stretched his hand out to take the Ring back.

"Give it to me, Eira," he demanded, his voice not his own. 

I hesitated. I wanted to back away. I wanted to protect him from the dangers of the Ring that had already started to overtake his mind. 

"Give it to me," he repeated, more firmly, this time. 

This time, I had no choice. I slowly handed it over to him. When the Ring was in his reach, he snatched the chain from me. I watched sadly as he put the Ring over his neck. 

"You have to understand this, Eira," he said, his voice sounding weary once more. "The Ring is my task." 

He struggled to get to his feet. With us so close to Mordor, I was sure that the Ring was going to pull Frodo down even more. Finally, Sam spoke up.