LOTR drouble: Out of the Fire
Title: Out of the Fire
Author: trust_n0_1
Word Count: 200
Characters: Frodo, Smeagol
Source text: LoTR
Rating/Warning: G
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never was, never will be...precious.
Author's notes: Written for the "Second Thoughts" challenge at toilanddrouble
At times when Frodo looked at the stump of his finger, he could still feel Gollum’s fangs sink in. When the Ring had gone into the fire with Gollum cradling It to his chest, Frodo’s heart had changed. He had reached out and somehow had managed to break the wretch’s fatal plunge. Dangling over the edge, Gollum’s last act of defiance was to bite the hand of his savior. But Frodo held fast, his will stronger than the pain.
Afterwards, Frodo had taken Smeagol in and made it his mission to teach him the ways of a life he had long forgotten. It had taken months of persuasion for Smeagol to learn that it was alright to sleep indoors and to event even consider using a bed and that sitting at a table and eating cooked food was something that he was not only entitled, but downrightly expected to do.
But the one thing Frodo had given up on was teaching Smeagol not to call him Master. Because after all, when all of Middle-Earth bowed before Frodo’s power and magnificence and he was known to be the one true Master of the Ring, why should he be called anything else?
Author: trust_n0_1
Word Count: 200
Characters: Frodo, Smeagol
Source text: LoTR
Rating/Warning: G
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never was, never will be...precious.
Author's notes: Written for the "Second Thoughts" challenge at toilanddrouble
At times when Frodo looked at the stump of his finger, he could still feel Gollum’s fangs sink in. When the Ring had gone into the fire with Gollum cradling It to his chest, Frodo’s heart had changed. He had reached out and somehow had managed to break the wretch’s fatal plunge. Dangling over the edge, Gollum’s last act of defiance was to bite the hand of his savior. But Frodo held fast, his will stronger than the pain.
Afterwards, Frodo had taken Smeagol in and made it his mission to teach him the ways of a life he had long forgotten. It had taken months of persuasion for Smeagol to learn that it was alright to sleep indoors and to event even consider using a bed and that sitting at a table and eating cooked food was something that he was not only entitled, but downrightly expected to do.
But the one thing Frodo had given up on was teaching Smeagol not to call him Master. Because after all, when all of Middle-Earth bowed before Frodo’s power and magnificence and he was known to be the one true Master of the Ring, why should he be called anything else?