For Frodo

I feel my blood rushing to my head
and time ceases to exist.
A deathly quiet fills my ears
and I feel as if under water.
A glimmer catches my eye and I turn,
as if in slow motion to face my enemy.
He holds up a shiny token
taken from a friend.
He is dead then.
A whisper comes to me,
taunting me, tempting me.
Those nearest me cannot hear it
but the whisper becomes a voice.
It mocks me, laughing at my loss.
I feel tears sting my eyes
and slowly I return to this moment.
I look at the others.
They do not comprehend but it matters not.
I smile in my pain, raise my sword
and whisper, "for Frodo."
- boriel