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[dewdropdinosaur]

The Last Path to You

Frodo x M Reader Summary: Frodo and Y/N sit atop Mount Doom, the end is near. However, not everyone survives the Ring. Warnings: Death, feelings. PG For my friend @pixie-skull enjoy!

The air was thick with smoke, the remains of Mount Doom swirling around in a frenzy of ash and magma. Frodo lay on the rocks, his body battered and weak, every breath a painful reminder of the journey he had enjoyed. 

“We did it, Mr. Frodo,” Sam said, his voice a ragged whisper. “It’s over.”

Frodo nodded slowly, eyes heavy with exhaustion. Memories washed over him: the day the Fellowship had split, the despair of losing Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli to their own battles. The loneliness of the Ring had been suffocating, but Sam and Y/N had stayed by his side, despite his faults and slights against them. 

“Y/N,” Frodo murmured, turning his head slightly. “Are they—”

“They’re right here, Mr. Frodo,” Sam assured him, his voice breaking. “We’re all together.”

The distant sound of wings stirred the heavy air. The Eagles descended, their massive forms cutting through the smoke, followed closely by Gandalf, his presence a beacon of hope amid the chaos.

As the Eagles landed, Frodo’s vision blurred. He felt the warmth of Y/N’s hand slip away. “Stay with me,” he pleaded, though he barely had the strength to speak.

“I’m here, Frodo,” Y/N replied, their voice soft yet steady. But as they leaned closer, Frodo could see the paleness of their skin, the blood pooling around them like a dark promise. 

“We’ll make it out of this. I promise.”

The last thing Frodo remembered before darkness claimed him was the sound of Gandalf’s voice calling for him and the warmth of Y/N’s grip around his hand.

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When Frodo awoke, the world was bright and peaceful. Rivendell. He blinked against the light, confusion settling over him like a heavy blanket. The pain he had felt fo so long had slipped away. 

Voices filled the air, laughter echoing as he turned to see familiar faces gathered around him.

“Frodo!” Merry’s joyful shout broke through the haze, followed by Pippin’s exuberance. “You’re awake!”

But as the celebrations swirled around him, a gnawing emptiness pierced through the joy. Frodo’s gaze darted from face to face, seeking a presence that should have been there. 

“Where’s Y/N?” he asked, the question hanging heavy in the air.

The laughter faded, replaced by an uncomfortable silence. Elrond stepped forward, his expression grave. “Frodo… Y/N has passed.”

The words struck harder than the pierce of the Morgul blade.

 “No,” he breathed, tears blurring his vision. “They were… they were right here.”

Elrond knelt beside him, extending a small rope ring, the one Y/N had made long ago—a simple yet beautiful craft. 

“This was their last wish for you. They wanted you to have it.”

Frodo’s hands trembled as he took the ring, it was a promise of love and loyalty, now forever entwined with the pain of loss.

“I couldn’t save them,” Frodo whispered, choking on his grief.

“You fought bravely, Frodo,” Gandalf said gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. “The hero is often rarely rewarded in struggle, but the reward enough is knowing that those we have lost, loved us to the very end.”

The laughter around him, the joy of victory, turned to ash in his mouth. How could he celebrate a victory when the light of his life had been extinguished?

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Months had passed since that fateful day on the slopes of Mount Doom, yet the memories still felt vivid to Frodo. The Shire had resumed its tranquil rhythm, but he often found himself wandering its familiar paths with a heaviness in his heart.  Frodo clutched the ring, its presence both a comfort and a constant reminder of what he had lost. As he looked out over the rolling hills of the Shire, he realized that the journey had changed him forever, each step carved into his soul.

On a crisp evening, he, Sam, Pippin, and Merry gathered at the Green Dragon, the warmth of the tavern enveloping them like it used to. The air buzzed with laughter and the clinking of mugs, but Frodo felt a bittersweet edge to the merriment. The ale didnot taste as refreshing, Merry and Pippins dancing didn’t shake the tables the same; it all was different.

“Here’s to our journey!” Pippin raised his mug high, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “And to Y/N, who was braver than all of us!”

“Aye!” Merry chimed in, his voice strong despite the pang of loss. “To Y/N, who always found a way to make the dark times brighter!”

Frodo raised his mug too, the wooden surface cool against his palm. As he looked down, he caught sight of the rope promise ring glinting on his finger, a tangible reminder of the love that had once illuminated his darkest moments. With a gentle kiss pressed to the ring, he whispered, “For you, Y/N.”

Sam, sitting beside him, leaned closer, his eyes soft with understanding. “They’d want you to find joy again, Frodo. We all would.”

With a small nod, Frodo tried to embrace the warmth of the moment. They toasted once more, the clamor of the tavern swirling around them, a symphony of life that felt both beautiful and heartbreaking. They shared stories, laughter bubbling over, yet Frodo’s heart lingered in a quiet space, half-listening, half-lost in reflection.

As the sun began to set over the rolling hills, casting golden hues across the Shire, Frodo found himself at the riverbank, his heart pounding with an unexplainable urgency. He had received word that Gandalf and Elrond were waiting for him, and he knew this moment had arrived.

The boat to the Gray Havens rocked gently in the water, the shimmering surface reflecting the fading light. As he approached, he saw Gandalf, his wise eyes twinkling with both sorrow and solace, and Elrond, whose expression bore the weight of countless farewells.

“Frodo,” Gandalf greeted him, his voice warm. “Are you ready?”

Frodo’s heart swelled as he stepped onto the boat. The ache of loss still resided within him, but it felt lighter, almost like a whispering promise. “I am,” he replied, glancing back at the Shire, where the lights of familiar homes twinkled like stars. “I will always carry them with me.”

Elrond nodded solemnly, understanding the depth of Frodo’s resolve. As they drifted further from the shore, Frodo’s heart raced with anticipation and hope. The waters parted before them, the horizon opening up like a door to a world beyond.

“Y/N is waiting for you, Frodo,” Gandalf said softly, as the first stars began to appear in the twilight sky. 

Frodo felt a surge of warmth at those words. As the boat glided smoothly toward the Gray Havens, he gazed into the distance, his heart open to the possibilities that lay ahead. He could almost feel Y/N beside him, their laughter echoing through the ages, wrapping around him like a gentle breeze.

In that moment, Frodo understood that this journey was not an end, but a new beginning. A journey to reunite with the love he had lost, to find peace at last. With the rope ring on his finger and memories held close, he embraced the horizon, ready to sail into the unknown, knowing that no matter what, he would be with Y/N again.

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