Entrance, by goldvermilion87
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lotrchallengesAuthor: goldvermilion87
Title: Entrance
Rating: G
Theme: Pairs
Elements: in, out
Summary: cliched Frodo angst
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: Late...oops... Also, I don't think I have a good grasp of the drabble, but I figured I'd enter what I had anyway.
He stood in Sauron’s smithy. He had carried himself there on his own two feet. He drew out that … Lover? Master? Self? ... that Golden Ring. And he remembered no more.
Until he found himself standing beside his … Servant? Gardener? Brother? ... his Friend of Friends. Sam had carried him out….
But to Mordor, the land of despair.
To be out, Frodo knew now, was not to be whole — was not to be happy.
Until…
“Come in, Mr. Frodo. You’ll catch your death of cold out here!”
And Sam led him through the green door of Bag End.
Title: Entrance
Rating: G
Theme: Pairs
Elements: in, out
Summary: cliched Frodo angst
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: Late...oops... Also, I don't think I have a good grasp of the drabble, but I figured I'd enter what I had anyway.
He stood in Sauron’s smithy. He had carried himself there on his own two feet. He drew out that … Lover? Master? Self? ... that Golden Ring. And he remembered no more.
Until he found himself standing beside his … Servant? Gardener? Brother? ... his Friend of Friends. Sam had carried him out….
But to Mordor, the land of despair.
To be out, Frodo knew now, was not to be whole — was not to be happy.
Until…
“Come in, Mr. Frodo. You’ll catch your death of cold out here!”
And Sam led him through the green door of Bag End.
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Date: 2010-11-17 12:43 am (UTC)