To the Inn.
The command echoed in his mind.
He tasted the sweet memory of heady wine, felt the wind as it rustled through rows of grapevines in the sun, heard someone call his name as he entered the inn he once...
He tried to catch the name. Too late… gone.
It had been gone a long time, taken by his Ring. He had become the Ring, and then It, and his self, had been taken from him. Yet the Ring – and with it, his Master who held his Ring – still held him.
Inside, Frodo stirred and woke up briefly.
Written for the September 2011 Nuzgûl of the Month Challenge, the theme "Pub Crawl".
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