The Broken Fellowship

Elemmire

A little girl ran through the grass. She had curly brown hair, and blue-green eyes.
"Boromir!" she cried. A tear fell down her face. Her skin was the color of cream and roses.
"Rosa..." a little boy ran out, and the girl ran. The boy had straight black hair and blue eyes.
"No!" Rosa cried. She ran in the direction of a home, a hobbit home if I was correct. A woman sat on a bench, knitting. A man sat next to her, watching her with fascination.
"Mommy!" Rosa cried out.
The woman looked up and I gasped. Because the woman was me. And the man beside her was Frodo.
My eyes flew open. I began gasping for breath. That woman was me! I was going to have children....but my visions were always subjective. They changed. Things happened.
"Elemmire?" the voice of Eglaneth drifted over to me. I look up.
"Why me? Why do I get visions? Why not Arwen?"
"It is fate; uncontrollable, unexplainable, and unpredictable. While we may not know the purpose for such happenings, there may be one." She answers.
"So, my visions determine fate and that is why I get them?" I ask.
"Not determine; only affect. Your choices can determine fate" she answers.
"Alright. Youll never guess what I saw in my vision" I say.
"What was it?"
"I was married to Frodo, and we had two children" I answer. She smiles.

Frodo awoke with a start, startling me. I placed a hand on his shoulder.
"You alright, fiance?" I say, teasing him. I couldnt believe I was going to be married to this man. I loved him so much.
"Im fine, El" he said. I breathed a sigh of relief.

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"Can you see the bottom?" Sam asks, his blue eyes blazing. We were climbing down a cliff.
"Dont look down" I say. He does the opposite of what I say. A box falls from his pocket.
"Grab that!" Sam yells. Frodo grabbed it but fell. I yell for him and notice he is standing. I giggle, jumping down.

"I think I've found the bottom." Frodo said. Sam follows.
"Bogs and rope, and goodness knows what. It's not natural. None of it." he says. I nod in agreement.
"What's in this?" Frodo asks, holding the box. Sam looks down.
"Nothing. Just a bit of seasonin'. I thought maybe if we was having a roast chicken one night or somethin'." he says. I laugh and Eglaneth joins in. Frodo joins a few minutes later.

"Roast chicken?" he asks.
"You never know." Sam answers.
"Sam! My dear Sam." Frodo says, shaking his head.
"It's very special, that. It's the best salt in all the Shire."

"It is special. It's a little bit of home." Frodo answers. I see homesickness in his eyes and realize how much I miss my own home. Frodo examines the rope.
"We can't leave this for someone to follow us down." he says.
"Who's gonna follow us down here, Mister Frodo? It's a shame really. Lady Galadriel gave me that. Real Elvish Rope. Well, there's nothing for it. It's one of my knots. Won't come free in a hurry." Sam says. He tugs on the rope and it falls. I giggle.
"Real Elvish rope?" Frodo asks.

We were now walking on rocky terrain.
"Mordor. The one place in Middle-Earth we don't wanna see any closer. It's the one place we are trying to get to. It's just where we can't get." I say.

"Lets face it Mister Frodo. We're lost. I don't think Gandalf meant for us to come this way." Sam brings up. I look to him, my hand locked in Frodos.

"He didn't mean for a lot of things to happen Sam. But they did."

Frodo looked into the distance, falling down, and pulling me down with him.

"Mister Frodo? It's the Ring, isn't it?" Sam asks. Frodo pants, looking to me.

"It's getting heavier." he says. He clutches the ring, taking a sip from his canteen.
"What food have we got left?" I ask.
"Well, let me see." Sam says. He digs in his backpack, digging out a package of Lembas bread. I grin. That was my favorite travel food.
"Oh yes, lovely. Lembas bread. And look! More Lembas bread." Sam says. He broke off two pieces, tossing them to both of us. We all eat.
"I don't usually hold to foreign food, but this elvish stuff, it's not bad." Sam says. I nod in agreement.
"Heh, nothing ever dampens you spirits, does it Sam?" Frodo asks. Sam looks up.
"Those rain clouds might"
Dark clouds littered the sky.

Frodo and I huddled in the rain.
"I love you" I say. He grins, kissing me.
"I know" he answers.

We continue walking.

"This looks strangely familiar." Sam says.

"Because we've been here before. We're going in circles." Frodo says in despair. My smile drops. A horrid stench fills my nose. I shudder.
"Uh! What's that horrid stink? I wonder if there's a nasty bog nearby. Can you smell it?" I ask.
"Yes, I can smell it El."
Frodo looked around, and I felt a presence. We turn to Sam and Eglaneth, giving them a meaningful look.
"We're not alone." we say.

-Take it away, Amaya!!! Sorry this was so short. My wrists are still jacked up, so not able to type a lot! But enjoy!!