Book/Source: The Lord of the Rings
Disclaimer: Tolkien produced a masterpiece, which I then stole, altered, made copies of, and sold on the black market. To add to my list of felonies I also filched the title from George Orwell.
Author's Note: Written because a) There is a loud ticking clock in the room, and b) I just stubbed my toe on the corner of the sofa. However, despite the pain I am very pleased that I finally managed to write and post a drabble here before the deadline expires. :D
One. Two. One. Two. One. Two. One, two. He stumbles. Pausing to catch his breath, the Hobbit looks up at the sky and wonders.
Why do I only have two legs? Surely four would be better. Four, like a horse. No beast of burden has two legs, and this burden is so heavy...
Sighing, he looks down at the rocky ground on which he stands. Slowly, and with great effort, he begins to move forward once again. One. Two. One. Two. Always the same rhythm, eating into his head, even as the chain ate into his neck. Frodo trudged on.