Frodo at Amon Hen
by Mel Baggins
after me! If I don’t keep runnning, they’ll catch me, and then all is
lost. Up ahead I see a tree that I can hide behind, and hopefully they
won’t see me. These cloaks the Lady gave us are magical, I think, and
won’t let the enemy see us.
I hear the orcs run past, but I dare not look. After they’ve gone, I
hear some rustling beside me...did one find me? I look over and to my
relief, see Pippin and Merry, hiding as I have done. They motion for me
to join them.
“Hide here, quick!” cries Pippin. They do have a better hiding spot,
under some bracken, but I can’t. Don’t they understand? No, of course
they don’t. How could they understand why I have to leave them, why I
have this Ring, why there is such evil in this world. I don’t even
understand it. I’ve made my decision to leave and fulfil the Quest on
my own, and that means leaving them aswel. I can’t imagine even my dear
cousins being taken by the fell Power of the Ring, but the Lady said it
would be so if I did not leave them. One by one, it will distroy them
I shake my head ‘no’ to them, even as they continue beconing to me.
They stop, and I see slowly, first in Merry, then Pippin, the
realization of what I just did. Pippin looks to Merry, hoping that he’s
wrong, but I know that he already understands.
“What’s he doing?”
“He’s leaving.” Merry sounds shocked and hurt, but yet I also hear his
understanding. I look at him and he looks at me. Now I know he
understands. I look away, but then hear Pippin get up.
“No!” he cries and runs over to me, but then stopps. I can’t see what
he sees, but it must be bad. He’s frozen in place as Merry joins him. I
strain my sight to look behind me and see the Uruks pouring out of the
forest. They’re heading for us! Merry looks down at me with the bravest
look I’ve ever seen on his face.
“Run, Frodo! Go!” I realize with utter shock what they’re about to do.
I try to protest, but they’ve already begun to distract the orcs.
“Hey you! Over here!” They start to run away, and the Uruks follow. I
can’t believe it. How could they do this to me? What if they’re hurt?
Everything in my being tells me to go out and help them, but then I
think of what would happen. I would get hurt, or even killed, and then
Evil will win. I can’t help them, and I can’t stay here. If I stay,
then their sacrifice will be for nothing. I have to go. I can’t
stay...I have to go.
“I know it’s working, run!”