I immediately stopped what I was doing and ran toward Frodo. He looked at me for a split second, and then collapsed to the ground. My heart skipped a beat. The dream came true. I went all this way, and I had failed. I had failed to save Frodo. Even if it was death I was saving him from. I fell down next to him and tears streamed down my face. I was so mad at myself. The worst would not have happened if I just payed more attention. I just sat there for a long time, right next to Frodo, sobbing. Long, wasted tears. I didn't know what to think, say - feel. All I felt was the pain. The pain of loss, even if I didn't lose him. Even if there was still a way. I couldn't see it. It felt like a part of me broke off and floated away. Everything was gone. Hope, strength, my courage to keep fighting. It was all gone.
I sat there in tears for a while, while the war went on. I felt weak, hopeless, lost. I felt exactly how I did when I had that dream for the first time. It had felt so real. Now it was. And there was no was of stopping it anymore. I prayed that the whole thing was a dream, that none of it had happened. Meeting Frodo, going into the war, and all the suffering. It couldn't get any worse than this.
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Not The End - A Frodo Baggins Love Story (Story Two Of The Fireflies Trilogy)
Short Story"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...
