The One Hour Fellowship Writing Challenge
Icy Feet by Eglerio Hyn
I am cold, so very cold, and wet. I fear the hair
on my feet will freeze stiff, my feet along with it. The snow stings my
face with each sharp sword like flake. I wish for the Shire.
We are all shivering silently, trying to remain
in good spirits. I am not. Sometimes I wonder where the “old” Frodo
The one mostly cheerful, happy and content, that wished for nothing
than an adventure, and a good book. Now, I have that adventure and I
my wish back.
My thoughts turn frightening at times, wondering
at others. The Fellowship somehow looks up to or respects me
I do not understand it. I carry this perilous Ring for what reason I
myself. I cannot remember why very well. Those days are becoming
the cold and the Ring driving all other thoughts from my mind.
We make camp. I huddle next to Sam and Bill,
trying to keep warm with my cloak. A fire will not light and everyone
not happy about that. Gandalf finally does something, and like that a
is lit. I wish he could just carry us over the mountain and all the way
Mordor. So I could get rid of the Ring quickly, and go back home.
don’t work like that. I know. That’s why we’re here. Why I’m here.
this Thing in the freezing cold.
Silently I stretch my feet out toward the fire.
Warmth floods over them, and the ice melts. I notice that Merry, Pippin
Sam do likewise. The rest look at us strangely, before conversing among
Pippin tells a joke that makes us all laugh.
Merry yanked off Pippin’s cloak in response, laughing as he held it
from him. Pippin lunges after it, and the two struggle and tease with
other until Pippin ends up victorious. I chuckle, feeling better
Sam’s hand is on my shoulder and my feet are warm. Life isn’t so