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Ring-bearer  by Kara's Aunty

Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien, etc. I am only borrowing his characters for this fanfiction and am making absolutely no profit whatsoever from them.

Credit: Tuckborough.net

Frodo


It was a siren call sweeter than elven-song, seducing every fibre of his being. His heart swelled and loving fingers ached to touch it. Desire raged within, flooding his veins, more potent than Dorwinion wine.

Frodo stared transfixed, pupils wide, as the Ring swung from its chain over the abyss.

He wanted it. Needed it. He alone deserved it! Why should he resist any longer? Only a fool would contemplate destroying that which completed him!

He couldn't. He wouldn't!

Lava raged beneath him like the very fires of Hell as, finally, inevitably, Frodo succumbed to temptation.

The Ring is mine.


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Author's Note: Remember the summary, folks. It said 'Nine drabbles for the Ringbearers ...', not 'Drabbles for the nine Ringbearers'. But it has been a lot of fun 'watching' you wonder who else might have carried the Ring

*wink*


Kara's Aunty ;)





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