Aeärwen's Little Bits - 31. Lost and Found
He roused, seeking It yet not finding. Where was It? Where was he? Where was Its weight 'round his neck? Where was Its voice in his mind, his heart?
Hot rocks singed him and gave no rest, no haven. Memories of putting It on, of Gollum's teeth biting It off - they were lies, weren't they? It had fallen into fire - hadn't he?
Lost without It, he wandered into a grey land of shadow and nightmare.
A sweet voice called forth, one that found Frodo and called him back to who he was: a mere hobbit of the Shire.