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The place that they had stopped was a small grove near
the edge of the Shire. Oak trees stood all around, and
a few beeches stood on the hill side. A copse of pines
was visible at the west edge of the grove, with some
strands of ivy starting to grow on the lower parts of
the trunks. Frodo, Sam, and Gandalf sat around the fire.
Frodo considered carefully for a while. They needed
to keep the One Ring of Power away from the Sauron.
Also, Gandalf needed to speak with Sarumon, the leader
of his order. But if Gandalf took the One Ring of Power,
then the Nazgul would be able to sense it and would
immediately hunt him down. “There’s only one thing we
can do,” Frodo said. “I’ll take the One Ring of Power
to Rivendell, while you go talk to Saruman at Isengard.”
“That’s a good idea, Frodo,” Gandalf replied. “I’ll
leave right away.”
“I’ll go with Frodo while he takes the ring to Rivendell,”
Sam said.
“Ok,” Gandalf said, “and Frodo, let me give you one
piece of advice. Sometimes, when you’re trying to get
rid of a magic ring, it’s a good idea to let somebody
bite your finger off and then have them plunge into
a fiery chasm, rather than plunging in yourself.
“I’ll remember that,” Frodo replied.
[In the interests of having this thread keep its PG-13
rating, the scene where Saruman rapes and murders an
nine-year-old boy has been ommitted. ]
Arwen lay beside Aragorn in their bed at Rivendell.
Slowly, tentatively, she reached her hand up to feel
his strong chest muscles. She knew that she shouldn’t
let herself fall in love with him, that if she did,
it would only lead to pain. But somehow, at this moment,
that didn’t seem to matter.
Suddenly Aragorn reached up his hand and pushed her
away. “Arwen,” he said, “for some reason I feel that
we just shouldn’t do this.”
“Oh, Aragorn,” she replied. “I can’t hold back from
telling you this any longer. I’m actually an Elf, and
that means that I’m going to live forever. If the two
of us fall in love, then I’ll have to watch you grow
old and die, and I don’t know if I can face the pain
of that.”
Aragorn frowned. “Arwen, I’m so sorry,” he said. “I’m
just glad that you decided to tell me the truth.”
“Isn’t that what friends are for,” Arwen said.
[Eight-hundred pages of dialogue ommitted.]
“So,” Sauron said, “you thought that you would sneak
through Mordor and try to throw my ring into the fires
of Mount Doom. Well the ring’s power of corruption is
so strong that you won’t be able to do that. There’s
no way that you can win this battle. I am about to achieve
domination over all of Middle-Earth for all of eternity.”
Gandalf stared in disbelief. They had traveled this
far only to see the ring fall into the hands of Sauron
just at the very peak of Mount Doom.
Suddenly he saw movement out of the corner of his eye.
Out of the shadows, Gollum appeared and lunged at Frodo.
He bit Frodo, got hold of the ring, and then suddenly
slipped and fell into the fire-filled chasm below. The
ring was destroyed.
“Oh no!” Sauron yelled as the writhed in agony. “How
could this have happened? Well, Frodo Baggins, you may
think that you’ve gotten rid of me, but an even worse
evil will return to avenge my death.” He plunged downward
into the pit of fire.
“Frodo,” Gandalf said. “That was a brilliant idea for
getting rid of the ring!”
“Gandalf,” Frodo said, “don’t you remember that day
in the Shire when you told me that sometimes it’s better
to let someone else bite your finger off when you’re
trying to destroy a ring of power. Well, that’s exactly
what I did.”
“Of course,” Gandalf said.