Disclaimer: All Tolkien’s - Kortirion plays with the wrapping-paper.
He choked, struggling to breathe parched air. Behind him stretched fire-blasted plains, ahead towered cruel rocks, somewhere... the Eye searched. He shivered, ‘must climb, must not be seen...’ He struggled on, his feet barely moving in the clinging ash. He opened his mouth, but his lips cracked; his mouth now so dry he couldn’t swallow... could only croak "Saaamgh... "
Ash filled his nose, his throat…
He couldn’t breath!
Gasping, shaking, Frodo struggled to wakefulness; his trembling hand reached for the water-glass by his bed. Even safe at home, sleep was impossible without light and water within reach.