"The Fellowship is broken. Frodo and Sam are on their way to Mordor. Boromir is dead. Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli are on their way to Rohan. Merry, Pippin and me have been taken captive by orcs.
While on his journey to destroy the One Ring, Frodo f...
As Frodo and Sam were wandering through Emyn Muil, they could see a fiery blaze in the distance.
"Mordor." said Sam, who was following behind Frodo. "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. Let's face it, Mr. Frodo. We're lost. I don't think Gandalf meant for us to come this way."
"He didn't mean for a lot of things to happen Sam." replied Frodo. "But they did."
Out of nowhere, Frodo saw a fiery eye staring him down. He clutched onto the Ring and fell to the ground, catching his breath.
"It's the ring, isn't it, Mr. Frodo?" Sam knelt down beside Frodo and patiently waited for him to recover.
"It...It's getting heavier!" Frodo wheezed.
A sorrowful look appeared on Frodo's face as he stared up at the dark clouds in the sky. He turned around and gazed at Sam with with his wide blue eyes full of fear.
"What is it, Mr. Frodo. Is something wrong?" Sam asked, placing a firm, but comforting hand on Frodo's shoulder.
Frodo let out a quiet sigh. "Oh, Sam. Do you think that she'll be alright out there?"
"Who? Ms. Brianna?"
"Yes."
"I'm sure she's alright."
"It feels like a piece of my heart has been ripped out of me, Sam. Letting her go was the hardest thing for me to do."
"I know something that might lift your spirits, Mr. Frodo." encouraged Sam. Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out several loafs of elven bread.
"Look. Lembas bread."
He opened up his backpack and pulled out a few more loaves of the bread and tossed one to Frodo.
"I don't usually hold to foreign food, but this elvish stuff, it's not bad." said Sam, as he took a nibble out of the bread.
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"Nothing ever dampens your spirits, does it Sam?" Frodo smiled.
"Eh, those rain clouds might." Sam gazed up at the sky and heard a loud rumble of thunder. He shook his head, in disappointment.
The next day, Frodo and Sam continued on their journey. The barren wasteland of Emyn Muil seemed quite foggy. There was a foul stench in the air.
"This looks strangely familiar." inquired Sam.
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"It's because we've been here before! We're going in circles!" Frodo complained. The two hobbits were growing weary. Sam took a whiff of the air and grimaced in disgust.
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"Ugh! What's that horrid stink?! I wonder if there's a nasty bog nearby. Can you smell it, Mr. Frodo."
"Yes. I can smell it."
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Frodo turned to look over at Sam and he gave him a meaningful look. "We're not alone." he whispered, ominously.
