Frodo sat awake. He hadn’t been getting much sleep. Not since the journey started. They were halfway to Mordor now and the Ring was getting heavier with each step. Sam was asleep a little ways away and Gollum was curled up asleep on a ledge a bit above them like some kind of creepy cat. It was raining that night, so they had set camp under a rocky outcropping. Frodo sighed solemnly to himself, staring blankly out at the rain.