Of UNO and Thunderstorms

Chapter 39

Of UNO and Thunderstorms

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN LORD OF THE RINGS OR ANYTHING THAT I REFERENCE! NATALIE AND FRANCESCA OWN THEMSELVES RESPECTIVELY! I ONLY OWN MYSELF AND MY OCS!

Chapter Thirty Eight

Francesca's POV

I couldn't keep track of time anymore. It was all the same so close to Mordor. It could have been hours or it could have been only a few minutes. Gollum, Frodo, Sam and I continued to climb up the stairs of Cirith Ungol. I tried to ignore my aching feet, but was failing epically.

I made the mistake of looking down. We were very, very high up. Far below us, I could still see the weird blue-ish green light that issued from Minas Morgul. I felt my eyes go wide and a lump form in my throat. I was terrified of heights. I gulped, shook my head slightly, and continued climbing.

Frodo and Gollum had been climbing above Sam and me when suddenly Frodo yelped. Both my head and Sam's head snapped up to see Frodo lose his footing and stumble down a bit. Sam gasped and started to help him, but Frodo righted himself before he could fall far.

"Careful master! Careful! Very far to fall. Very dangerous on the stairs." Gollum warned from somewhere above me. I craned my neck and saw that there was a small platform not far above where we were climbing. "Come master." I heard Gollum saying as Frodo struggled to get himself up on the platform. "Come to Sméagol." He said. I furrowed my eyebrows. Gollum's voice had taken on a sinister and creepy tone as he said that last part.

Gollum's eyes went wide and he reached a hand out towards Frodo. Trying to get his hands on the Ring, no doubt. Holy shit I sound like Sam. I thought to myself. I narrowed my eyes and slowly took out my short sword. Sam must have seen this exchange too, because he drew his sword. I nodded to him and held my sword tightly. My knuckles turned white, but I couldn't have cared less at the time.

"Mr. Frodo!" Sam yelled. "Get back you! Don't touch him!" Sam shouted to Gollum. I held my sword up towards Gollum and attempted to glare threateningly at him. Gollum made a face, then grabbed Frodo's wrist and pulled him up onto the rock platform. I put my sword away and glared at Gollum. Sam huffed. I patted his shoulder.

"I saw it too. He was trying to get the Ring from Frodo." I whispered to Sam. Sam nodded and looked a little upset and conflicted; like he wanted to do something, he just didn't know what he could do that wouldn't piss off Frodo at this point.

"Why does they hates poor Sméagol? What has Sméagol ever done to them? Master?" Gollum complained, moving over to Frodo, who was lying on the ground breathing heavily. "Master carries a heavy burden, Sméagol knows. Heavy, heavy burden. Fat one cannot know." Gollum continued. He then leaned closer to Frodo and whispered something that I couldn't hear.

Sam and I stumbled up to the platform. Frodo was sitting against the rock wall, staring into nothingness. Sam and I flopped down nearby. Gollum glared at us. I folded my arms on my knees and rested my head on them. For the first time in a long time, I thought about home and Earth.

What's happening back there? What happened to us? Do they think we're dead, or missing? Or has time stopped altogether? I miss my family and technology, but not much else. I didn't have any really good friends other than Kate, Olympia and Natalie. Everyone at school was an asshole. People in Middle Earth are much nicer as far as I'm concerned. I thought to myself.

"Miss Francesca?" Sam shook my shoulders a little. I looked up at him.

"Yeah Sam?" I asked. He held a small piece of lembas out to me. I smiled and munched on it.

"I thought you'd dropped off and I thought you might be a bit hungry." Sam told me.

"Thanks. I wasn't asleep though. I don't think I'll be able to sleep in this place. It's just so…..unsettling. It makes me feel like we're always being watched. I was just thinking." I explained. Sam nodded.

"What were you thinking about?" he asked.

"I was thinking about my home and my friends. I accidently dug up some not so nice memories." I answered.

"What happened? If you don't mind me asking, of course." Sam inquired. I finished up my last piece of lembas and took a deep breath.

"When I think of home, I usually think about school. It wasn't exactly a fun place for me. Olympia and I used to go to the same school, but Natalie went to a different school because we lived in different towns. People used to tease me and make fun of me and my friends a lot." I started, eye twitching at the memories.

"Why did folks tease you?" Sam asked. I sighed.

"Truthfully, I don't know. Olympia used to get really mad. You know how she feels about others bothering people she loves. We used to sit together with three other friends on our lunch break. Sometimes other kids from other tables would throw things at us and I swear you could see the fire ignite in her eyes. It got to all of us. We would usually ignore it and crack jokes to make each other feel better. Most of the time the people throwing stuff missed and we never got actually hurt. Olympia would decide to be the sarcastic little bugger she is and yell 'You missed!' at them. Either that or she would catch whatever they threw at us. Once, they threw an apple. Olympia caught it and took a huge bite out of it. We all laughed when that happened. People are cruel. And stupid." I stated.

"I'm sorry people used to hurt you like that, Miss Francesca. I don't see why someone would tease you. You're a good, kind, respectable Hobbit." Sam told me. I smiled.

"Thanks. I shouldn't have said that. Not everyone's a moron. There was one time that one of the kids actually hit me in the head with something. I started crying, but I tried not to let anyone see the tears. Of course, that plan failed. Olympia got so pissed. She picked up whatever the kid threw and threw it right back at the person. Then of course the kid came over to our table and started yelling at Olympia. I think she actually cried when that happened. But she didn't yell when she argued back. I think that scared the kid more than her yelling would have. It scared me. After a teacher came and broke up the verbal fight, Olympia took me to the nurse. When Natalie heard about it, she was really pissed off too. She and Kate asked if Olympia beat the kid up. Both Olympia and the kid who threw something at me got in trouble." I told Sam.

"I can't imagine Miss Olympia and Miss Natalie getting so upset. Did you get hurt badly?" Sam asked, looking concerned.

"Not badly. I had a bump on my head for a few days though. Olympia, Kate and Natalie all fumed over it for a long time after that though." I replied. Sam nodded. Eventually, we all decided that we should get to sleep. We had a long day of rock climbing ahead of us.

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I woke up a bit later and heard rustling sounds. I opened my eyes and saw Gollum, crumbling lembas over Sam's sleeping form. That scheming, sneaky, schizophrenic son of a bitch! I thought. Gollum moved away from Sam and I quickly shut my eyes and pretended to be sleeping.

Gollum must not have noticed. A second later I heard lembas crumbling and felt crumbs on my cloak. If it wouldn't fuck up the plotline, I'd kill him now and be done with it. I thought. Suddenly Sam woke up and looked at Gollum.

"What are you up to?" Sam asked, getting up. I stood too and walked to Gollum.

"Sneaking off, are we?" I continued, glaring daggers at Gollum. Sam glanced at me as if to say 'I was going to say that!'

"Sneaking? Sneaking?! Fat Hobbit and girl Hobbit are always so polite. Sméagol shows them secret ways that nobody else could find, and they say 'sneak'! Sneak? Very nice friend, oh yes my precious, very nice! Very nice!" Gollum ranted at us. I rolled my eyes.

"Alright, alright! You just startled me is all. What were you doing?" Sam replied, looking over the side of the cliff we stood on. Gollum gave him a look that I didn't like one bit. Granted, I didn't like any of Gollum's looks, but this one was particularly creepy.

"Sneaking." Gollum answered. Little shit. I swore internally.

"Fine, have it your own way." Sam said, walking over to where Frodo was still asleep. I walked over to my pack and quickly checked to see if I had any of my lembas left. I still had some. It wasn't much, but it would keep us alive. "I'm sorry to wake you Mir. Frodo, but we have to be moving on." Sam gently shook Frodo awake.

"It's dark still." Frodo stated as he slowly woke up. I laughed dryly.

"It's always dark here." I told him. Sam knelt down by his pack and began searching through it.

"It's gone! The elven bread!" He exclaimed, looking up at Frodo.

"What? That's all we have left!" Frodo responded. Sam looked up at Gollum, who was perched on a rock trying to look nonchalant about the fact that he took it.

"He took it! He must have!" Sam concluded, staring at Gollum.

"Sméagol? No, no. Not poor Sméagol. Sméagol hates nasty elf bread." Gollum defended. Frodo looked between the two of them.

"You're a lying rat! What did you do with it?" Sam yelled.

"He doesn't eat it. He can't have taken it." Frodo argued, standing up.

"Look. What's this?" Gollum asked, brushing crumbs off mine and Sam's cloaks. "Crumbs on their jacketses. They took it! They took it!" Gollum exclaimed, pointing at Sam and me. Gollum jumped off his rock perch and landed in front of Frodo. "I've seen them. They're always stuffing their faces when Master's not looking." Gollum lied.

"That's a filthy lie! You stinking two-faced sneak!" Sam shouted. Sam then hit Gollum across the face and started punching him. Damn! I thought. I bit my lip and watched, frozen in horror at the sight of Sam, of all people, beating up on Gollum.

"Sam! Stop it!" Frodo yelled. Frodo and I rushed forward to pull Sam off of Gollum.

"I'll kill him!" Sam shouted as Frodo and I struggled to hold him back.

"Sam, no!" Frodo told him. All of a sudden, Frodo collapsed and fell to the ground. Sam and I knelt down next to him.

"Oh my. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to go that far. I was just so, so angry! Here, just….let's just rest a bit." Sam apologized.

"No, I'm alright." Frodo replied. I bit my lip.

"No you're not. You need to rest. Frodo Baggins, you are definitely not alright at the moment. You're exhausted." I told him.

"It's that Gollum. It's this place. It's that thing around your neck. I could help a bit. I could carry it for a while; share the load." Sam stated.

"Get away!" Frodo shouted, shoving Sam and I away from him.

"I don't want to keep it! I just want to help!" Sam told Frodo. Frodo backed away and eyed us both suspiciously.

"See? See? He wants it for himself." Gollum told Frodo. I glared at him. You lying, sneaking, bastard. I thought.

"Shut up you! Go away! Get out of here!" Sam shouted, getting up. He was crying now. I felt tears in my eyes too, but I didn't say anything.

"No Sam! It's you! I'm sorry Sam." Frodo responded. I bit back a sob and chomped down on my lip.

"But he's a liar!" Sam's voice cracked. "He's poisoned you against me." He replied.

"You can't help me anymore." Frodo told us calmly. Tears slid down my face and I wiped them angrily on my sleeves.

"You don't mean that." Sam stated.

"Go home." Frodo told him. Sam backed away and sat down, crying. Frodo turned away and left. Gollum followed, sneering at Sam and me as he passed us. I gave Gollum the finger and broke down soon after. Neither of us said anything for a long time. We both just cried. Gollum had control over Frodo at the moment, Sam and I were on our own, and I still had no idea how my friends were.

"What are we going to do now, Sam?" I choked.

Author's note: Well, there you have it. READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!

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