PAIN AND VISIONS
The Morning of September 20, 3019
Frodo portrayed by Hobbitness
Lieutenant of Barad-dur portrayed by Eowyn
The Nazgul, Shakh Rutfiimurz, Shakh Krakfakhthal and Shakh Udukhaturz
portrayed by FreeFall
Narrator, Sauron the Great, Lieutenant of Barad-dur (in the first
scene), Shakh Angmar and Shakh Skrishau portrayed by Wraith
Narrator: *Frodo had been taken to Lugburz
in the afternoon of the previous day, September 19. After Frodo's
first meeting with Sauron the Great, Frodo had been escorted by
the Lieutenant of Barad-dur to a guest room in Lugburz.*
Narrator: *The long night had past and now, somewhere far above,
the dawn is breaking. However, all Frodo can see from his barred
window is the sight of the mountain far away, flickering red in
the darkness.*
Narrator: *Frodo is served breakfast in his room. Soon after finishing
eating, he hears a knock upon the door, and when he answers it,
he finds once again the Lieutnenant of Barad-dur, waiting to escort
him to Sauron's hall.*
Frodo: *Though he has not slept for three nights now, Frodo feels
a little stronger after eating. He nods to the Lieutenant and
follows him in a daze of fear and despair*
Lieutenant of Barad-dur: Good morning, Shakh Baggins. I trust
you slept well, unless eager anticipation kept you awake
Frodo: *quietly, not looking at him* I did not sleep
Lieutenant of Barad-dur: Ah, *he says* just as I had suspected.
You were too excited. Now the moment has finally arrived, shakh.
Lieutenant of Barad-dur: *He walks out the door and waits for
Frodo. The ten orc bodyguards fall in behind Frodo as the lieutenant
leads them up the corridor*
Frodo: *Before his eyes the figure of the Lieutenant swims in
the torchlight, just as the faces of Ceolwulf and Elfhild appeared
in his mind during the night, but more than their faces, he saw
the Shire and Bilbo....Sam, Merry, and Pippin, all more vividly
than he has allowed himself to remember them before*
Frodo: *He almost blocked his old life from his mind for he wanted
it so much that the thought of it was unbearable. Perhaps that
was why the Dark Lord had allowed the memories to return now so
vividly now that there was no chance of regaining them. Hardly
any chance remains now, indeed, to regain even the new life he
had in Nurn*
Lieutenant of Barad-dur: *The walk is not a long one and soon
Frodo is escorted to the hall. The lieutenant bows to Sauron,
who acknowledges his bow with a nod. The lieutenant stands by
Sauron's left side, Angmar stands to his right. The Nine are along
the walls*
Sauron the Great: Hail, Master Baggins. Welcome once again to
My hall
The Nazgul: *To Frodo, they seem to stand there - dark and looming.
They only turn their heads in his direction. He does not see the
wide grins upon thier faces..smiles of anticipation..wicked smiles
of hate and disgust*
Sauron the Great: My servants and I have been eagerly anticipating
your being with in My court again
Frodo: *Frodo stands before Sauron, looking down, away from him
and the Nazgul*
Sauron the Great: Master Baggins, it troubles Me greatly to see
that once again you forget your manners. You did not bow before
Me
Sauron the Great: Now appologize and come and kiss My Ring *he
extends his hand towards Frodo*
Frodo: *Frodo sighs. He does not want to bow before Sauron...but
he is so tired, and dreads another protracted episode of mental
and physical torture*
Frodo: *When Sauron extends the Ring, Frodo's eyes flash wildly,
and he is drawn forward by its hypnotic power*
Sauron the Great: *Sauron extends his hand closer, the Ring gleaming
on his dark finger*
Frodo: *Everything fades but the Ring...just to look at it again...oh
how beautiful and seductive it is!*
Sauron the Great: Bow and kiss It!
The Nazgul: *their eyes begin to glow as they watch as he becomes
hypnotized by The Ring*
Frodo: *shoots a hate-filled glance at Sauron but turns back to
the Ring...it pulls him to it, and he kisses it almost worshipfully*
Frodo: *but his reverence is for the Ring, not Sauron*
Sauron the Great: *Sauron looks at him, his eyes beginning to
to gleam*
Sauron the Great: *He takes his hand back* Master Baggins, still
you did not bow. I did not ask. I commanded and you did not obey!
Sauron the Great: Now it is too late. Now which one of My servants
will teach you manners?
Frodo: *He shouts in anger when Sauron pulls the Ring away. Insults
and condemnations for Sauron fill his mind, but he does not speak
them out of fear*
Sauron the Great: Master Baggins, this is how you show your appreciation
after I have done so much for you?
Frodo: *looks away to hide his glare*
Frodo: *Done TO me is more truthful, Frodo thinks*
Sauron the Great: *Sauron immediately reads Frodo's thoughts and
becomes angry* Baggins, you mock Me again!
The Nazgul: *the eyes of the Nazgul begin to glow darker*
Sauron the Great: You attempt to try Me so I will slay you. I
will not do that, no never. Never think that! Death is too good
for you!
Sauron the Great: Test Me anymore, even a thought, and you stay
here forever!
Frodo: *his head droops further, and he tries to keep himself
from thinking at all*
Sauron the Great: Now one of My servants shall give another opportunity.
Heed their wisdom!
Frodo: *looks with dread to the nazgul*
Shakh Rutfiimurz: Shakh Rutfiimurz (Lord Six The Young), the Youngest
of all the Nazgul, walks out of the line slowly and moves to stand
over Frodo...towering over him*
Frodo: *Frodo stands erect, bracing himself*
Frodo: *Just endure it, he tells himself...just endure it. Do
not think, just endure it*
Frodo: *It cannot last forever, he thinks....then his heart sinks
as he remembers Sauron's words*
Shakh Rutfiimurz: *He bends down a bit and removes his glove and
extends his hand to Frodo's shoulder for just a quick touch*
Frodo: *draws back with a cry*
Shakh Rutfiimurz: *extends his hand again and touches his scar*
Shakh Rutfiimurz: *the Nazgul places his glove back on and then
smoothes his hand over his hair. Frodo cannot see but he grimmaces*
Frodo: *kneeling and shivering with cold, Frodo now shields his
shoulder with both hands*
Shakh Rutfiimurz: You cower but that is not a sincere bow
Shakh Rutfiimurz: *He cannot take anymore of this definace and
knocks Frodo to the floor and places his forehead to the ground
for him*
Shakh Rutfiimurz: *While Frodo is down there, the Nazgul wastes
no time in providing the hobbit with a vision...Rutfiimurz' eyes
glow even more red*
Frodo: *gasps but does not struggle, it would be useless...the
nazgul's gauntlet presses against the back of his head forcing
his forehead to the ground*
Sauron the Great: Master Baggins, your gesture lacks sincerity.
It is not acceptable
Shakh Rutfiimurz: *Rutfiimurz holds Frodo still and then Frodo
sees the color gray...then he sees Rian's face... delicate and
fair, sadness on her face as the dusty wind blows through her
hair*
Shakh Rutfiimurz: *her clothes are ragged and she walks on the
battleground barefoot...stepping over limbs and bones and weapons
of the fallen Gondorians and her loved ones. Tears streak her
face as she falls to her knees*
Shakh Rutfiimurz: *Shakh Rutfiimurz asks Frodo..how dear they
are to you? Dwell upon her suffering..let it be yours.*
Shakh Rutfiimurz: *Rian stands expressionless and places the hilt
of one of the fallen's swords on the ground and then rushes her
stomach upon it*
Frodo: *Frodo gasps and cries out in horror*
Shakh Rutfiimurz: let more ill thoughts come to your mind about
My Master...and we shall fill it instead with ill thoughts of
your loved ones
Shakh Rutfiimurz: *releases him and moves back to the others*
Frodo: *sits up shakily, the heavy, tingling feeling of horror
seeping into his very bones*
Sauron the Great: Shakh Rutfiimurz, you have pleased me once again.
Though you are younger than all, your wisdom is great
Frodo: *Wisdom! he thinks...but stops himself*
Lieutenant of Barad-dur: *nods in agreement and approval*
Shakh Rutfiimurz: *is grateful to his Master for his kind words
of approval*
Lieutenant of Barad-dur: But has the halfling truly learned wisdom?
*he looks to Sauron*
Frodo: *The fall of Gondor...it is because Sauron now has the
Ring. My fault, Frodo thinks. What a terrible defeat for the Ringbearer
to have his head pressed to the ground before Sauron!...*
Frodo: *but the thoughts are instantaneous and he pushes them
away*
Frodo: *he looks in fear to Sauron*
Sauron the Great: Nay, My lieutenant. His vanity forbids it. He
has many lessons still to learn. If he does not learn them soon,
it will take FOREVER for him to learn them!
Sauron the Great: Master Baggins..... do you wish to remain here
forever?
Frodo: No! No! *cries breathlessly*
Sauron the Great: Why should I free you when lessons still remain
to be learned!
Frodo: Please, please do not keep me here forever! *and before
he knows it he is begging on his knees*
Lieutenant of Barad-dur: It seems Master Baggins needs far more
discipline....
The Nazgul: *they smirk as Frodo begs*
Sauron the Great: Aye, indeed, you speak well, My lieutenant
Sauron the Great: Now, once again one of My servants must deal
with him and attempt to help him learn!
Frodo: *his eyes begin to sting. He is so tired, and his head
aches now* No...please!
Sauron the Great: Your unwillingness demands to learn demands
instruction Master Baggins
Frodo: *He still shivers with cold, but his brand burns hot*
Sauron the Great: Your unwillingness to learn demands instruction
Master Baggins
Lieutenant of Barad-dur: He is like an unruly child, my Lord....
he only says that he is sorry because he wishes to escape punishment.
Frodo: *Frodo panics. I will never be able to give them what they
want. Then what will happen to me?*
Frodo: *He almost faints as a new thought comes to him: If Sam
is dead, have I been brought here to take his place?*
Sauron the Great: Aye, My lieutenant. He is like a lying school
boy before a just teacher
Sauron the Great: Let him learn wisdom!
Frodo: *hugging himself, making his body rigid to keep from swaying,
he prays silently to the Valar..but has to stop himself from even
that*
Shakh Krakfakhthal: *Shakh Krakfakhthal (Lord Five The Butcher)
puffs out his robes a bit to appear even more big and dangerous..always
taking pleasure in the fear he can create...hemoves fast towards
Frodo and takes him up by the neck and raises him to his height*
Frodo: *gasps and chokes as the Nazgul lifts him by the neck*
Shakh Krakfakhthal: *his eyes burn into his*
Frodo: *paralyzed except for his racing heart*
Shakh Krakfakhthal: i would take more pleasure than all the orcs
here at severing each one of your limbs off
Frodo: *draws a shuddering breath*
Shakh Krakfakhthal: you need only be a torso *laughs wickedly*
Frodo: *new waves of horror wash over him*
Shakh Angmar: *Shakh Angmar's eyes begin to glow at Shakh Krakfakhthal's
words*
Shakh Krakfakhthal: i see my superior likes my idea
Shakh Angmar: *His hand moves slowly to the hilt of his sword*
Shakh Angmar: *He nods silently to Krakfakhthal*
Frodo: *sees the nod and begins to struggle*
Shakh Angmar: *He leaves his hand upon the hilt of his sword,
resting upon it*
Shakh Krakfakhthal: *holds him with one hand around the neck high
and makes him extend his arm with his other hand*
Lieutenant of Barad-dur: *a sadistic smile spreads across the
lieutenant's face as he watches*
Shakh Krakfakhthal: *holds it by the wrist outward and sends Angmar
silent thought*
Frodo: *struggles desperately*
Shakh Krakfakhthal: *raises his head and laughs*
Shakh Angmar: *He looks to Sauron and exchanges an unspoken thought
with him*
Shakh Krakfakhthal: Lord Angmar...here...take him...hold him still
Frodo: NO!
Shakh Krakfakhthal: Lord you know i cannot resist..*eyes grow
with burning fury as the others delight*
Shakh Krakfakhthal: *extends Frodo to Angmar*
Shakh Angmar: *Shakh Angmar walks over to Frodo and takes him
from Krakfakhthal. Angmar's metal gauntlets dig tightly into Frodo
as he holds him*
Frodo: *Frodo trembles so violently that he cannot breathe, and
his only breaths become cries of pain as the Morgul lord who stabbed
him takes hold of him*
Shakh Krakfakhthal: *Shakh Krakfakhthal raises his sword up high
and brings it down with one quick swipe over Frodo's arm...but
the maiming is just a vision*
Shakh Krakfakhthal: Frodo feels the pain and sees the arm fall
and the blood spurt out*
Shakh Angmar: *Angmar lowers Frodo to the ground, then looks down
at him and hisses*
Frodo: *Frodo is screaming in pain for the vision is still upon
him*
Shakh Krakfakhthal: *he laughs at the little wailing body*
Lieutenant of Barad-dur: *chuckles quietly to himself as the halfling
screams from the pain in his visions*
Shakh Krakfakhthal: *Krakfakhthal makes Frodo's body curl up in
a ball* you do not like pain Baggins?
Shakh Angmar: *Angmar steps back and stands at Sauron's throne*
Shakh Krakfakhthal: no..no the Hobbit does not like pain. but
what does he hate more *looks to the other Nazgul*
Shakh Angmar: *Angmar chuckles and says in a low voice* Himself
Shakh Krakfakhthal: *nods*....indeed
Shakh Krakfakhthal: *holds Frodo still in a curled up position
and suddenly Frodo's vision turns to black. Frodo only hears a
number of high pitched screams*
Frodo: *Is he back in his cell? he wonders...*
Shakh Krakfakhthal: *the voices become louder...higher pitche....
sobbing and cries of "Mommmmmy!" Frodo's vision turns
to see Finduilas and Haleth and clutching Anborn, Targon and Firiel*
Shakh Krakfakhthal: *grits his teeth and he smirks as he creates
the vision*
Shakh Krakfakhthal: *They all stand on a rocky cliff and below
are hundred of snarling orcs*
Frodo: *Frodo turns white and almost stops breathing from the
shock of seeing the children so dear to him*
Shakh Krakfakhthal: *Being as cocky as he was, Krakfakhthal plants
himself in his own vision and rips the children away from their
mothers. He freezes the women when they yell and scream*
Frodo: *protests loudly, furiously*
Shakh Krakfakhthal: *Krakfakhthal holds the boys by their clothes
in one hand and Firiel in the other. His smile grows wider in
pleasure at the halfling's distress*
Shakh Krakfakhthal: *he holds the boys over the orcs and loosens
one finger and Targon falls into the mob of orcs..his screams
fade as he falls*
Frodo: *Frodo's cries crescendo as Targon's fade*
Shakh Krakfakhthal: *Finduilas cries out in terror and then he
chucks Firiel into the crowd..her high pitched scream and tearing
of her flesh mix. Haleth's mind reels from the shock*
Shakh Krakfakhthal: *Krakfakhthal releases Anborn and Findulas
clutches her hand to her throat. The Nazgul releases them from
their frozen state and she jumps after. He then drags Haleth off
by the hair and decides he will scatter her pieces in a trail
behind him*
Shakh Krakfakhthal: *Frodo's vision passes and he is released
from the position*
Frodo: *Though he still has hope this is only a vision...please
let it not have happened, or be about to happen..Frodo is hysterical
at the horrible sights*
Frodo: *He sits up panting, his face wet with tears*
Shakh Krakfakhthal: *walks back in line with the other still wishing
he had really cut off his arm*
Frodo: *soon he slumps back down, too exhausted to remain erect,
and lies struggling to support himself on his right elbow*
Sauron the Great: Shakh Krakfakhthal, your wisdom pleases Me much
Frodo: *he raises his head to look at the fiends around him, hating
them even more*
Shakh Krakfakhthal: Thank you My Lord
Sauron the Great: Master Baggins, you should heed the wisdom of
My servants, or everything that they gave you to see shall transpire....
And more
Frodo: *gasps...then his head rolls back and his body lies still*
Narrator: *Although Frodo might feel that he has been in Sauron's
hall for an eternity, only two short hours have passed since he
came into the hall*
Frodo:
Sauron the Great: My lieutenant, he provides but poor sport. His
screams now begin to tire Me
Lieutenant of Barad-dur: Kill him now and be done with the filthy
cur, my Lord.
Sauron the Great: Nay, My Lieutenant. I will give him yet more
chances to learn wisdom
Sauron the Great: *Sauron turns his thoughts to Frodo.... and
penetrates into his mind like a boring maggot*
Sauron the Great: *Frodo....his voice says softly....do not fight
Me...you cannot win. Your body is completely in My power. I can
do with it what I will. Save yourself the pain. Yield to Me!*
Frodo: *Frodo gives a soft moan*
Frodo: *answers on this psychic level* What do you want?
Sauron the Great: *The voice becomes almost pleading..... Simple
Frodo... do My will.... or you might endure enternity like this....
every day worse than the next*
Frodo: *The pain of Frodo's mind is so intense it is almost palpable
to the observer ....and what is your will? he asks fearfully*
Sauron the Great: *Be My servant.... I can heal you of every disease
that plagues you*
Frodo: *I cannot, he wails. I cannot, I cannot!*
Sauron the Great: *A healed body, Master Frodo...... the pain
in your heart gone forever..... What does it matter? I control
the world*
Sauron the Great: *There is certain information that you could
bring Me....*
Sauron the Great: *It is simple, Frodo.... no one will ever know,
but you and I*
Frodo: *listens in an agony of mental anguish, his body exhausted
almost to the point of death again*
Frodo: *No, his mind whispers*
Sauron the Great: *You have brought Me the Ring. Now I control
all of Middle Earth. Do you not believe Me?*
Sauron the Great: *What does it matter what you do now?*
Frodo: *The voice of his heart becomes bitter... You do not control
all of Middle Earth. You do not control the Shire.*
Sauron the Great: *The Shire..... hahahaha, Master Baggins. It
is now part of the kingdom of an outlaw*
Frodo: *You do not control the King's domain*
Sauron the Great: *The King? The outlaw? The rebel?*
Frodo: *and he...* *Frodo grimaces at the suffering this will
bring him* *...he has my loyalty*
Sauron the Great: *He hates you..... He sent men to kill you*
Frodo: *I will not prove them right!*
Frodo: *The memory of the rangers' accusations fortifies Frodo's
will against Sauron*
Sauron the Great: *Obviously, you have not learned enough*
Sauron the Great: *The voice in Frodo's mind says....Yet again
I must call forth another of My servants to teach you*
Sauron the Great: *Sauron brings Frodo back to consciousness with
the power of his mind*
Frodo: *Frodo opens his eyes a crack and groans*
Sauron the Great: Shakh Skrishau.... Come forth and teach the
reluctant
Frodo: *rolls his head toward the nazgul with an effort*
Shakh Skrishau: *Shakh Skrishau, Lord Eight the Quiet, leaves
the rest and approaches Frodo, saying not a word, but into Frodo's
mind comes this vision*
Frodo: *Sam, he begs silently. Where are you? He remembers Cirith
Ungol*
Shakh Skrishau: *Frodo sees himself walking across a burned landscape.
The ground before him is blackened, scorched, and not a single
blade of grass grows there. Great craters pockmark the face of
the earth*
Shakh Skrishau: *Not one sound is heard, not the sound of a bird,
nor of the wind. The silence is deafening and seems to crush down
on Frodo, suffocating him*
Shakh Skrishau: *He sees before him freshly turned earth mounded
up into what seems like endless, huge mounds, all bathed in silence....
the silence of the tomb*
Shakh Skrishau: *Through this valley, there are endless barrows,
homes for the dead, all crowned in silence, clenching, clutching,
seeming to take the very life from the air. A heavy cloud bears
down upon Frodo, crushing him in endless silence*
Shakh Skrishau: *And then Frodo knows..... "I brought about
the silence of the dead. These peoples' deaths are upon me."
The silence washes over Frodo in silent, crushing waves of sorrow*
Shakh Skrishau: *"Guilty...guilty...guilty...." the
silence proclaims, a leaden weight upon Frodo's heart. "I
am guilty."*
Shakh Skrishau: *Then it seems that the deafening silence echoes
in Frodo's head until it resounds in every corner of his mind
like the beating of many drums in a funeral march*
Shakh Skrishau: *He feels his head throb with the weight of the
silence until the pressure is unbearable, and he feels his skull
will split into fragments*
Shakh Skrishau: *He looks at Frodo, his red eyes glowing, an air
of sadness about him. Then he turns silently, and takes his place
with the others along the wall*
Frodo: *Frodo's body is tense on the ground, his breathing labored,
but too deep in despair to move*
Sauron the Great: My servant, your silence is eloquent in its
simplicity
Sauron the Great: Master Baggins, your guilt is great
Frodo: *Suddenly his fist unclenches and his breathing becomes
shallow*
Sauron the Great: Your soul is tormented...... more than I could
ever torment it
Sauron the Great: You wish now only to die, to escape your guilt....
but this cannot be yet
Frodo: *He sees nothing but feels a hand on his forehead, and
hears another voice along with Sauron's: "Remember, Mr. Frodo,
you do not blame me...do not blame yourself, poor dear master."*
Sauron the Great: I can heal your mind as well as your body....
if you only give yourself to Me
Frodo: *Frodo's mind cries out in alarm to Sam for help, he is
about to break*
Sauron the Great: *Sauron reads Frodo's thoughts and sends him
a message.... I can bring you peace...*
Sauron the Great: *Give yourself to Me. You will know peace*
Frodo: *The hand leaves Frodo's forehead and takes his hand, then
Frodo feels Sam's lips gently brush the back of his hand. He thinks
of nothing but Sam, not caring if he is imagining it or not*
Frodo: *He tries to remember what Sauron did to Sam, and what
it means to give himself to Sauron as he asks now*
Narrator: *Through Frodo's confused state, he hears the sound
of elves singing, refreshing him, bringing him to a peaceful consciousness*
Narrator: *A vision of Rivendell comes to his mind, and he begins
to wake up, thinking he is in Rivendell, and Bilbo calls to him*
Frodo: *Frodo's eyes open, but bear an alarmed expression. He
calls to Sam and Bilbo not to leave him alone here*
Frodo: *His body is still too exhausted to move much, and a pain
is growing in his chest and rising up his throat*
Sauron the Great: *Sauron looks to the Nine*
Sauron the Great: Come forth, Shakh Udukhaturz
Frodo: *with a great effort he turns over onto his stomach, saving
himself from choking on his own blood as he coughs*
Shakh Udukhaturz: *Shakh Udukhaturz (Lord Seven The Intelligent),
who was the most intelligent of the nine, steps up slowly and
tilts his hooded head to the side... His voice was is low, sharp
and precise as he pronounces every syllable clearly.*
Shakh Udukhaturz: *This is also how he tortures one physically....
He can work as carefully as a surgeon would, only to bring the
most blood and pain. But he will not use his wits on the physical
this time and so he speaks...*
Shakh Udukhaturz: Shhhhhhhh...calm yourself now Baggins. Relax...and
breathe....*and as he speaks these words, he hypnotizes Frodo
into doing so, ridding Frodo's body of the pain he feels and leading
his mind into an elaborate vision.*
Shakh Udukhaturz: *And Frodo is allowed to be enveloped, and he
is no longer in Lugburz... no longer surrounded by the beings
he despised...Instead, he is at ease as he slips into a vivid
hallucination that he becames a part of*
Shakh Udukhaturz: *Frodo walks barefoot across the grass and feels
cool air on his face. He is unsure of exactly where he is until
he hears a familiar, comforting voice.*
Shakh Udukhaturz: *"Frodo! Frodo!" Ceolwulf rushes towards
Frodo and lifts him up high and then places him back gently on
his feet. Ceolwulf bends to one knee. "Frodo...you have come
back. I knew you would." He smiles happily to Frodo.*
Frodo: *Frodo is not sure anymore what is real, but he prays that
this is...his eyes fill with tears. Even if it is just a vision,
at least Ceolwulf is before him again.*
Frodo: *He throws his arms around his friend's neck*
Shakh Udukhaturz: *Ceolwulf stands and lifts Frodo up to his shoulders
and walks along the green grass. "It has not been easy for
all of us here, but we got through it all right."*
Shakh Udukhaturz: "I am sure you had it worse. But it is
all over now." He sets Frodo down, and they are near Vartang's
quarters. "Stay here a minute," Ceolwulf says.*
Frodo: *Frodo protests as Ceolwulf puts him down* No, Ceolwulf!
Don't go to him! He is dangerous. Don't leave me...don't let him
hurt you again
Shakh Udukhaturz: *Ceolwulf disappears into Vartang's room and
comes back out chuckling and sweeps Frodo back up to his shoulder.
He walks quickly away from Vartang's cottage. "Don't worry...Vartang
is away...and should be for quite some time. Maybe he not come
back until tomorrow."*
Shakh Udukhaturz: *Ceolwulf puts Frodo back down on the ground
and kneels and takes out a pipe and some tobacco. "I managed
to take this from the swine. There was only one so we have to
share it. Before we see the others, you and i should quietly celebrate
your return."*
Frodo: *Frodo sighs with relief and takes the pipe from Ceolwulf,
smiling*
Shakh Udukhaturz: *Ceolwulf packs the pipe and passes it to Frodo.
He lights it for Frodo and smiles, enjoying seeing Frodo look
comfortable and that they have this time together alone.*
Shakh Udukhaturz: *Ceolwulf sighs happily as he looks over the
land. "Amazing how peaceful isnt it." He looks over
to Frodo. "Oh Frodo, I am glad you are back, my friend."*
Frodo: So am I *Frodo replies, savoring the joy of the reunion*
Shakh Udukhaturz: *Every single part of what Frodo sees he feels
he is living - the scents, the sights, the taste of the pipe.
Frodo knows not at this point it is only a vision.*
Shakh Udukhaturz: *Ceolwulf inhales deeply. "i can not believe
i almost forgot how good a pipe smells... funny how the smell
is different when Vartang smokes it."*
Shakh Udukhaturz: *Ceolwulf takes the pipe and inhales deeply
and closes his eyes. He coughs a bit and the puff of smoke comes
out of his nose and mouth. "It's been a long time,"
Ceolwulf chuckles. He coughs some more..the sound of it now is
deep and rattly.*
Shakh Udukhaturz: *Ceolwulf drops the pipe to the ground and clutches
his chest and throat...."Fr..o..." His cough becomes
severe and black smoke starts to come out of his mouth.*
Frodo: *Frodo rushes to Ceolwulf and puts an arm around him as
he shakes with coughing* Ceolwulf! What is wrong? *tries to speak
reassuringly to him* Calm down now...just take in a breath, you
can do it
Shakh Udukhaturz: *Ceolwulf wheezes and coughs as black blisters
start forming on his skin as he begins burning from the inside
out. His organs liquify in side his body. From his mouth leaks
a putrid brown liquid and his clothes singe and melt. His skin
starts to burn off his body and his screams rip through the air.
"HEEELLP!"*
Shakh Udukhaturz: *Frodo is brought even deeper into vision..feeling
every single part of himself was living all he saw*
Shakh Udukhaturz: *"Frodo! Frodo!" Small hands grip
his shoulder. "Oh My..you are waking!" The hands stroke
Frodo's face and all is dark and dusty*
Shakh Udukhaturz: *"Frodo please..i cannot do this anymore,"
the voice cries. Frodo blinks and his face focuses on th eimage
of Sam.*
Frodo: Sam! *Frodo cries, astonished*...what is the matter? Why
are you crying, dear lad?
Shakh Udukhaturz: *"Oh!" He is frantic now as he tries
to lift him. "We have to hurry...that blow to your head was
enough to knock you out for two whole days. On your feet now Mr.
Frodo...please try. We are so close."*
Shakh Udukhaturz: *Frodo looks over and sees they are at Mount
Doom. "The little bugger saved our lives," says Sam.
"Come on, walk." He opens his hand and shows him the
Ring on the chain.*
Frodo: Give it back, Sam! It's mine, mine alone! *he shouts, and
snatches the Ring away from Sam*
Frodo: *puts the Ring around his neck, then looks up at Sam in
horror* I'm so sorry...I wish it had never been found!
Shakh Udukhaturz: *"Now i didnt go through all the trouble
carrying you off after Gollum claimed it from the sergeant orc...to
harm you Mr. Frodo," says Sam. "Only luck had it after
you went out on me that i followed Gollum's joyous cries. I did
it for us...so we can end it. i would have carried you all the
way. Come on!"*
Frodo: Thank you, so much, dear Sam. End it we shall! *He staggers
to his feet, clinging to Sam to hold himself up*
Frodo: *stumbles toward the Mountain, his head weighted down by
the Ring*
Shakh Udukhaturz: *Sam holds Frodo close to his body as they get
closer to destination. They enter the Sammath Naur and Frodo moves
towards the edge and Sam yells for him to drop it in..*
Shakh Udukhaturz: *"Do it!" cries Sam....Frodo looks
over and ponders as he is about to throw it in...Frodo reels his
hand back and then thrusts it forward... but the ring doesnt leave
his palm..it weighs heavy and sticks to his palm and Frodo's body
begins to fall over the edge until his foot is caught by Sam's
hand.. "I got ya!" says Sam. "You are not going
anywhere!"*
Frodo: *struggles to turn and look up at Sam* Oh! What will we
do...it must be destroyed...help me, Sam! *tries to pry the Ring
off his palm*
Shakh Udukhaturz: *Sam works hard to pull Frodo up by his clothes
with all his might. He then reaches to Frodo's hand....his face
winces as he struggles...his fingers pry into Frodo's hand. Sam
takes out the Ring and his image turns into a hooded wraith....*
Shakh Udukhaturz: *The wraith stares into Frodo's face with red
eyes. "Suffffffer for me!" the Wraith hisses as he holds
the Ring in victory... The wraith then releases Frodo's body and
Frodo falls into the firey pit.*
Shakh Udukhaturz: *Frodo is brought out of vision with pain and
intense fire that burns him up and leaves him screaming in torturous
physical and emotional torments. Shakh Udukhaturz stands slowly
and bows to Sauron*
Sauron the Great: *Sauron acknowledges the bow* Well done, My
servant
Sauron the Great: *He turns to Frodo* Master Baggins, let Me bring
you healing *His voice seems to be imploring*
Shakh Udukhaturz: *He stands among the others*
Frodo: *As on the day he was branded and blinded, Frodo is reduced
to a trembling heap on the floor that can do nothing but scream
in pain*
Lieutenant of Barad-dur: Yes, Master Baggins. Lord Sauron can
bring you healing....
Frodo: *He cannot even think. His mind is in turmoil with a thousand
conflicted, awful thoughts, his body exhausted and in agony*
Sauron the Great: *Sauron stands up, holds up his hand and a beam
of light shines down and engulfs Frodo. The fire and pain in his
body slowly begins to ease...... as the light penetrates into
the pores of his body*
Frodo: *His cries diminish and gradually stop*
Sauron the Great: *He is roused to consciousness by the sounds
of birds singing somewhere far away*
Sauron the Great: *The hard floor upon which he lies seems to
soften, and he feels he is in a bed filled with feathers, gentle
sunlight streaming into the round window of his hobbit hole and
the perfume of the flowers in Sam's garden comes into the window*
Frodo: *blinks and raises his head...then he looks up and sees
the Dark Lord on his throne, the Nazgul, and the Lieutenant*
Sauron the Great: *Sauron stands there looking down at him* Stop
the useless pain, Master Baggins. Let Me heal you completely!
Frodo: *Frodo lowers his head back to his folded arms on the floor
and sobs quietly*
Sauron the Great: The blissful scenes of your past that you see
in these visions will pale in comparison to what I could give
you
Sauron the Great: Take My aid, Master Baggins
Frodo: *Oh how he wants to*
Sauron the Great: *He will not break! Sauron thinks. Why did he
bring back My Ring? I know what his mind says, but perhaps....
No...No! It cannot be!.....Sauron's mind begins to feel dismay*
Sauron the Great: *What is this creature? A maia sent to be My
bane? ...Or perhaps one of the Valar? Perhaps I contest now with
the One?.... I can kill this.....whatever it is..... I think....*
Sauron the Great: *....but how do I not know that he is waiting
for death so that he can....come back as something far greater....and
unleash his power upon Me! Curse the One! He will not play games
with Me!*
Sauron the Great: *Sauron reflects more, trying to control his
doubts and fears. But.... no, no. This creature is not maia. What
do I think? He is a frail mortal. He will break! They all do!*
Frodo: *Frodo still sobs quietly, exerting all the powers of his
will to just remain alive, remain silent, remain himself*
Sauron the Great: Frodo.... My Friend.... I will heal you. Say
the words
Frodo: What words?
Lieutenant of Barad-dur: *the lieutenant looks upon frodo, his
grey eyes warm...his voice kindly and full of compassion* yes...
accept His healing.
Sauron the Great: Beg Me to heal you!
Frodo: Beg you...but...but I do not bind myself to you?
The Nazgul: *The Nazgul shake their head in disbelief that the
Hobbit's continual refusal and defiance*
Sauron the Great: *Sauron smiles at him, a cold, cruel malicious
smile*
Frodo: only beg you?
Sauron the Great: Now you try to bargain with Me, Master Baggins?
Frodo: I can beg you...I can beg for healing *he sobs*
Sauron the Great: Then do so!
Frodo: ...if I can keep my loyalties intact
Sauron the Great: *Sauron seems to grow taller, towering over
the Hobbit*
Frodo: *cringes, curls into a ball*
Sauron the Great: Do not bargain with Me, Master Baggins, until
I say that you may
Sauron the Great: Beg Me!
Frodo: I beg you! *he blurts out shakily*
The Nazgul: *They cannot fathom any refusal of their Master's
wish*
Sauron the Great: *He smiles, feeling a great triumph*
Frodo: *Frodo covers his face, his sobs intensifying*
Sauron the Great: *Sauron extends his hand and lightning flashes
from it. It engulfs Frodo's body, raising him once again high
to the ceiling, spinning him*
Narrator: *And it seems once again, webs are woven around Frodo
as they were in Shelob's lair and the hobbit feels safe inside,
a cacoon, protected, guarded*
The Nazgul: *Their gazes follow Frodo's body*
Narrator: *Frodo turns slowly, spinning in the air, warming, feeling
life rush into his body.... he is a chrysalis in a cacoon*
Narrator: *Now Frodo's body seems to be enlarging, increasing
in size... ready to burst against the sides of the cacoon*
Narrator: *Now to sides, he feels his arms growing larger, like
wings. He likes inside the cacoon, but there is no more room for
him and his expanding body, and he sees himself as a butterfly*
Narrator: *But how can this be? Frodo thinks. Has Sauron turned
me into something? And if so, what? Oh no... what have I done!*
Narrator: *Then the cacoon slowly splits and Frodo is free, free
at last. The butterfly soars into realms of light. But then soon,
Frodo hears a call from somewhere, and he slowly floats to the
ground*
Narrator: *And when Frodo lands, he feels his lungs are clear....
the scars are gone from his wrists, his neck, his chest....*
Narrator: *All except two scars: The brand, and the scar of the
Morgul blade. And Frodo feels young again, as though all the cares
were lifted from him. His face is free of wrinkles, his hair has
returned to its color*
Frodo: *looks down at himself in amazement*
Sauron the Great: *Frodo looks up at Sauron, whose face is triumphant*
Sauron the Great: Bow now, Master Baggins, express your gratitude
Frodo: *Frodo feels alive and healthy for the first time in an
eternity, it seems. He is in disbelief at the immense change in
his body--he looks like himself again*
Frodo: *He wonders if he has gone mad*
Frodo: *All these visions have left his mind reeling, unsure what
is real or not, and he wonders if this is a vision too*
Sauron the Great: Master Baggins, this is real
Frodo: *But he cannot deny that with the vision of the butterfly
he felt his body's strength return...and for that he is grateful...though
he feels guilty for it...he stands unsure what to do*
Lieutenant of Barad-dur: Yes, Master Baggins, once more are you
in the bloom of life and health.
Sauron the Great: And never forget, Master Baggins.... in My debt
*he smiles as he looks down at Frodo*
Frodo: *His questioning look turns to one of dread*
Sauron the Great: *Sauron thinks to himself.... this is no maia.
He is just a feeble mortal*
The Nazgul: *wide grins adorn their unseen faces*
Sauron the Great: *He walks around Frodo, his hands behind his
back as he thinks*
Sauron the Great: *He pauses and looks down at Frodo* Now Master
Baggins, what shall we do with you?
Frodo: Why have you done this? I did not swear loyalty to you.
My loyalty remains with the West and my King. I am not bound to
you!
Sauron the Great: *He waves his hand dismissively* A trifle, Master
Baggins
Frodo: A trifle? My fidelity to my land is no trifle to me. I
would have sacrificed everything for it
Sauron the Great: Now, Master Baggins, you must rest. Your healing
is complete, but still you are tired. Tonight you will come back
to My hall and we shall talk again
Sauron the Great: Go now *He turns his back on him, walks back
to his throne and sits down*
Frodo: *His head droops again and he sighs... but he raises it
quickly*
Lieutenant of Barad-dur: *the lieutenant walks over to frodo,
flashing him a friendly smile* Master Baggins, i shall take you
back to your room.
Frodo: *Frodo remains expressionless and nods curtly*
Sauron the Great: Good afternoon, Master Baggins. You have provided
much entertainment for us this morning
Frodo: *shoots the old glare over his shoulder to Sauron, his
mind forming new curses*
Frodo: *In his debt? Never!*
The Nazgul: *Their gaze falls upon their Master with proud smiles
on thier faces...Great Giver of Gifts...their eyes close and they
bow and Sauron sees ever expression on their faces and the loyalty
there will never be felt stronger by any other*
Lieutenant of Barad-dur: *the lieutenant departs the hall, bowing
to Sauron before he walks through the great doors as the black
uruk doormen hold them open. his bodyguard of orcs follow behind
frodo*
Sauron the Great: *He nods to the Nazgul and sends a thought to
all.... My faithful servants, you have pleased Me once again*
Lieutenant of Barad-dur: *soon, they arrive at the door to frodo's
room. the lieutenant opens it for frodo, smiling at him, and waiting
for him to enter*
The Nazgul: *pleasing Sauron was a goal never fulfilled to them...endlessly
it is their one true need..to please Him*
Frodo: *Frodo walks into the room and stands mesmerized by the
window, gazing out at the Mountain, wishing that with his newfound
strength he could go and finish his quest*
Lieutenant of Barad-dur: *the lieutenant looks to frodo before
leaving....* A pleasant afternoon, Master Baggins. We look forward
to seeing you again this even. *though he feigns friendship frodo
can see the wicked glint in his eyes*
Frodo: *Frodo's defiance bears no veil as he returns the Lieutenant's
stare*
Lieutenant of Barad-dur: *the lieutenant closes the door behind
him.... turning the key in the lock....and leaving frodo there
to wait and wonder what more shall happen to him ere this day
is over*