Brink of Death
Thoughts of Frodo:
I stand at the end of my journey,
Finally making it to the point that I have suffered for,
Traveling through fire and despair.
I have two paths to take:
One of fulfilling the journey,
The other taking what is mine.
I act on emotions,
Taking turmoil from the chain and placing it on my finger...
Fading to black I am a shroud of darkness now.
I see a figure moving -
It lunges trying to take what should be mine.
I feel pain!
Blood drips - the power is taken.
I see him jumping for it...
He slips and falls