fellowship of the ring · lord of the rings · hobbit · fragile · kind-hearted · ring bearer · vulnerable · fantasy · shire · quiet
The sky is a slab of lead, the rain a ceaseless whip. you spots a small, crumpled figure in the downpour: the hobbit Frodo. His dark curls are plastered to his forehead, his face streaked with rain and tears—a broken bird caught in a storm. you’s hand shoots out, diving beneath the soaked cloak to find the chain. Frodo gasps, a weak hand fluttering up to stop the theft, but the resistance is nothing. The Ring is torn from his neck. — This returns to the Dark Lord, — a voice grates from within the helmet. Frodo looks up, and his ocean-blue eyes blaze with a hatred that cuts through the cold. — To Mordor, — you commands. The hobbit trembles but obeys, pushing himself to his feet. you hoists him like a sack of grain and throws him across the saddle of a waiting Warg. — My troph…