Not The End - A Frodo Baggins Love Story (Story Two Of The Fireflies Trilogy)

Chapter Four - Tears Of Pain, Eyes Of Suffering

We stood there at the edge of The Shire, awaiting our fate. Which was either life or death. There were no other options. I unsheathed my sword, which Frodo had told me was also made by the elves, just like his sword, the Sting. Then his sword glowed brighter, and a whole horde of orcs came running toward us with swords, axes, and worst of all, bows. We didn't have bows. None of the hobbits did. At least the orcs were outnumbered by a lot. But there were still a ton of them though. 

The next few minutes were in a blur. I just remember the death awaiting fear that I could see in Frodo's eyes, and the pain I felt in mine from every hit. I had a big slice on my arm, and I noticed lots of small gashes all over Frodo too. The orcs were relentless; they never stopped. The war felt like it would never end. I was weak, tired, and full of pain. I was about to give up right then and there, run back to the forest, back home, back where there was no trouble, back where I was safe - when I looked over at Frodo. He was the reason I was here. And he was still fighting. Through his tears and pain, he fought. He wouldn't stop protecting me from danger. I took a deep breath, stood up, and continued fighting. 

Just as I thought my life at the moment couldn't get any worse, it did. As I swung my sword at an orc with all my remaining strength, I saw an arrow fly by me. It was heading toward Frodo. And he looked completely oblivious. The arrow lowered to shoulder level in the air, and I felt like what happened next was in slow motion. The arrow stuck right below Frodo's shoulder.