Word Count: 100
Character: Frodo - who didn't go to the West
Disclaimer: If Tolkien had suffered from a bad case of the Stephen King's it might have come out like this. Fortunately - he wasn't!
Notes: Angst – lots of it!
Since there are those that like a little touch of horror - I thought I'd repost this one.
Within each is that space of deepest dread, a void of pain. There Frodo dwelt, a permanent agony of body and soul held him fast. If he had been stronger, if Sam had survived… all for naught.
Everything ground into dust. All he especially loved held in a thrall of torment. All memories snatched away, to be paraded before him in their present miseries. He tried hard not to remember anymore.
The Dark Lord’s fingertip rested momentarily on his spine, another burning scar added. Frodo screamed, voiceless.
Frodo howled his anguished loss to the wild skies above Barad-dur.