Fading

Frodo sighed deeply, thick clouds hanging over his eyes, darkening them. Mists of fog obscured his sight.**

Dark shadows loomed over him. Consumed by a black, empty vastness conveying no light, seductive whispers told him to give up the Ring thus be rewarded for his obedience. Tempting promises of never having to suffer echoed in his tired mind.

But he would not yield. Having no desire to submit to darkness, he forced himself to think about happier moments in the comforts of Bag End, trying to hang on to hope and reality. But even those memories were tainted with shadows.

**First Line by Iorhael