A/N I'm starting this story at Bree to help with the story-line and plot. This is my second fanfic but my first one was a complete disaster so I deleted it. Thanks to horseyay for reviewing it. There is a strong Wolfblood influence in the story if you do not know what Wolfblood is it is a TV program about two teenager called Maddy and Rhydian who are Wolfbloods. A Wolfblood is a person who can turn into a wolf.

Thoughts

Elvish

Singing

Disclaimer I do not own Lord of the Rings or Wolfblood I only own Moréfindiel and any other ocs in later chapters. Moréfindiel translates to Keira in English. Or anything you don't recognize from either the lotr books or movies.

On with the story

Chapter 1: Bree and Wolfbloods

Knock, knock, knock!

"What'd you want?" came the voice of the old gatekeeper of Bree." Hobbits four Hobbits what's more out of the Shire by your talk. What business brings you to Bree?" He continued.

"We wish to stay at the inn, our business is our own," replied Frodo

Alright young sir I meant no offence it's my job to ask questions after nightfall there's talk of strange folk abroad can't be too careful," Said the gate keeper letting them in.

As they walked into Bree the scent of a Wolfblood filled Pippin's nose. As they got closer to the Prancing Pony the scent grew stronger. As Pippin followed Merry, Frodo and Sam into the inn he soon forgot about the other Wolfblood as the sweet smell of ale filled his nose. After Frodo talked to Barliman and Barliman told them he hadn't seen Gandalf in six months they sat down with ale.

On the far side of the room tucked away in a corner was a Dúnadan Ranger or a wolfranger. Being a wolf Ranger his sense of smell was more refined and had sensed the hobbits as they were walking up the road to Bree. Gandalf said there would only be two hobbits not four and he said absolutely nothing about a Wolfblood Hobbit. The Rangers grey eyes, hinted with the yellow of a wolf, never left the dark haired hobbit the one carrying the Ring. He thought back to his conversation with Gandalf," I have a task for you Strider, I need you to go to the Prancing Pony in the village of Bree and meet to Hobbits. I should already be there but if I'm delayed escort them to Rivendell. One is a bit plump with blonde hair his name is Samwise Gamgee or Sam as he prefers. The other is dark haired with blue eyes and you will be able to sense evil about him but his heart is a pure as anything. He will have a sense if evil about due to the ring he is carrying. He will be going by Mr Underhill but his real name is Frodo Baggins, Bilbo Baggins nephew."

"That fellows done not but stare at you since we got here," the voice of Sam reached him tucked away in his corner. Thank Eru one of them noticed I had expected the Wolfblood hobbit to have stared at me long ago but I guess the ale distracted him from the other wolfish presence. Frodo then turned around and noticed him, He took in a scruffy beard and grey-yellow eyes light up by his pipe. "That man in the corner who is he?" Frodo asked Butterbur

"He's one of them Rangers, dangerous folk they are wandering the wilds, what his real name is I've never heard but round here he's know as Strider and once I heard him being called Wolf probably due to his eyes," Barliman Butterbur told Frodo before rushing off to serve another customer.

"Baggins? Sure I know a Baggins he's over there Frodo Baggins," Pippin told the men crowed around him.

"Pippin!" cried Frodo making his way over and grabbing the foolish Took by the shoulder.

"Steady on Frodo," said Pippin pushing Frodo backwards.

Frodo fell and landed on his back and the Ring, which had been "safely" tucked away in his pocket like Bilbo bad on his adventure to Erebor, went flying out his pocket and landed on his finger then he simply vanished. Strider immediately started searching for him and found him under his table.

"You draw far to much attention to yourself Mr Underhill," He said with a hard note on his voice then dragged Frodo into a room and started extinguishing the candles

"I can avoid be seen if I wish but to disappear entirely that is a rare gift," Strider said removing his hood showing a scruffy beard and yellow eyes, like a wolf.

"Who are you?" Frodo asked to yellow eyed man.

"Are you frightened?" Strider asked the hobbit

"Yes, your eyes are the most disturbing,"

"That is not what I meant but you are not nearly frightened enough, I know what hunts you,"

Suddenly the door was thrown open and Sam shouted" Let him go or I'll have you longshanks,"

"You have a stout heart little hobbit but that will not save you now," Strider told Sam then turning to Frodo." you can no longer wait for the wizard they are coming."

Later on that night the shrieks of the Nazgul could be heard from the hobbit original room.

"What are they?" Frodo asked Strider.

"They were once men, great kings of men then Sauron the Deceiver gave to them nine rings of power. Blinded by their greed they took them without question, one by one falling into darkness. Now they are slaves to his will. They are the .Neither neither living nor dead. At all times they feel the presence of the ring drawn to the power of the One. They will never stop hunting you." Strider told them his yellow eyes watching the Nazguls taking off on their horses into the first light of dawn.

"Well, that's very cheerful," Pippin said his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Now is not the time for sarcastic comments Hobbit," The Ranger replied.

"Sorry," Pippin said feeling rather like a puppy that had been scolded by its master or more appealing to him a wolf put in his place by an alpha male.

"Now let's get packing for a 12 day journey." Strider said to the hobbits all of them awake now.

"Where are we going?" asked Merry

"No time to waste tell you later on we must make all haste, it's a twelve day journey and we have no horses ,save the poor old pony, which is rather a pain as it would take about ten days horseback, but never mind," Strider told Merry depart to move on a quick as possible before the Ringwraiths came back.

So they moved out of the peaceful village of Bree and of to Imladris or Rivendell but of course the hobbit didn't know that he was leading them to Rivendell. By midday they were getting closer to a patch of woodland.

As they approached the woodland the sound of hooves came racing towards them from the woods. The Hobbits turned and started to run but Strider stood still and said to the horse," Moréfindiel!" The horse then emerged completely from the shadows after halting at the edge when he said her name. The hobbits by this time had stopped running and turned to look at the horse. The horse was a pure black mare with a glossy black coat and silken black mane and tail not a single hair on this horse was out of place, not a single twig was caught in her mane or tail nor leaves caught in her fetlocks. She walked straight up to the Ranger and let him stroke her face. "Moréfindiel, where have you been these past few years you naughty girl," Strider said gently to the horse her velvety muzzle nuzzling his cheek. Suddenly Moréfindiel's nostrils flared as Frodo came up next to Strider. "Easy, easy girl, he won't harm you. How on Arda can a hobbit hurt such a big girl anyways," Strider soothed the mare. "Why is she reacting like this?" Frodo asked.

"Because she is descended from the Black Horses of Morgul, the horses used by the Nazgul, except they only use the stallions as the mares are too hard to control. The horses of Morgul are also able to sense the ring."

"Oh" was all Frodo could say. By now Moréfindiel was calmed by the words of her master.

"Come on we are camping in the woods." He told the Hobbits.

Further on in the woods his wolfish hearing picked up the Hobbits chatter

"How do we know the Strider is a friend of Gandalf's I mean come on his horse is a black horse of Morgul?"Merry questioned Frodo.

"I'm sure a servant of the enemy would look fairer feel fouler," Frodo said to Merry

"He's foul enough," Merry said under his breath but not too quiet for wolf ears.

"Where is he leading us?" butted in Sam.

"To Imladris or in common tongue Rivendell Master Gamgee," Strider told them making them fully aware that he could hear them.

"Curse wolfish hearing," muttered Pippin

"I heard that young Garaveg," Strider called out to him.

"What's a Garaveg? "Asked Pippin

"Garaveg means Lowell which means ... well it means something to do with you young Hobbit," He replied.

"But what does it mean Strider," Asked Merry

"None of your business that what it means, "He said in reply feeling his eyes slowly begin change yellow with the nearing of the full moon. "Come on we need to set up camp," Strider said.

As the moon began to rise Strider vanished off into the woods and Pippin not a few minutes later in the opposite direction. Strider wandered through the woods waiting for the moons beams to filter through the leaves of the trees and trigger the transformation. As he reached the Moon Clearing as it was known to the Rangers as on full moons the moons light reflected back on the still lake in the centre. The Moon Clearing was surrounded by birch and oak trees and the lake had willow trees dotted around it their branches reaching out and dipping in the cool lake that was the colour of the sky whether it was blue, grey or black. Clumps of wild flowers were spread around the place. The Moon Clearing, his favourite place to spend the full moon. When he reached the lake in the middle he became aware of eyes on him. He turned around and came face to face with a small, honey coloured wolf. "Hello Pippin," Strider said softly to wolf. Then Pippin started growling at him. Saying nothing the Ranger turned back around and looked up at the moon, then turning back to Pippin kneeled down on the grassy floor of the clearing and let the moon turn his grey eyes to the yellow of the wolf and his veins black before changing his shape to a largish dark brown wolf with a scar across his chest and scars across his back. Pippin then lay down and revealed his throat to the older and larger wolf to show that he wouldn't fight and would accept his authority. Strider stepped back to show the other wolf he could to get up the beckoned, in a wolfish way, to follow him. Pippin did so as Strider started to run towards the other end of the clearing where there was a cave big enough for a man to stand up in. The two wolves entered it and Strider lead Pippin through winding dark paths. After five minutes they reached the most beautiful place ever. It was a lagoon that seemed to sparkle in the moons rays. Along the lagoon there were the other wolves. One was grey with a white under belly and chest; the other two were brown with a hint of red in their coat and white chests. Strider padded over to them while Pippin stood still taking in the beauty of the lagoon. Even more beautiful than the Moon Clearing. A short in front of him jerked him out of his thoughts and he scampered forwards to catch up with Strider. If he had been a Hobbit that minute his cheeks would have been bright red with embarrassment. The two wolves made their way over to the three others. The five wolves made their way back up the winding tunnels to The Moon Clearing were the moon was no longer visible in the mirror like lake. After brief goodbyes Pippin and Strider made their way back to camp while the other three vanished back to the lagoon. They arrived back to camp just as the sun's rays peeked through the trees triggering the transformation back to human and hobbit.

"That was fun," said Pippin breathlessly, "I've always wished to have someone to share the full moon and dark moon with, cause none of the other hobbits in the whole of the Shire even Merry never knew," He continued.

"Well Fate must have heard your pleas for someone like you, but I am not exactly the same, you are a Wolfblood, born with the wolf in your veins but only showing at thirty while I am a wolf Ranger, a Dúnedan Ranger blessed with the wolf in my blood by the valor but none of that matters, I suppose as we both change into wolves and if we both slit our hands the blood would be red, well maybe black in our case. Anyways enough with talk them fat lazy hobbits need to get up so Pippin I need you to empty Merry's water skin over his face and hopefully his shrieks of surprise will wake up Frodo and Samwise, "Strider told Pippin, "Oh and Lowell means Little Wolf,"

"Ok to pouring water over Merry and that Lowell means Little Wolf oh and also I'm going to tell Sam them that you called them lazy and fat."

"You do that now wake up Merry we've got 11 days left till Rivendell so move it,"

So Pippin took his cousins water skin ,unscrewed the top and empties all the cold, wet water over Merry's peaceful face jolting him up from his peaceful sleep shrieking so high pitched Pippin and Strider were forced to cover their ears and Frodo and Sam were jolted out of sleep as well

"What is it, Merry,"

"Pippin you little idiot what the hell did you do that for I'm going to kill you,"

"Calm down Meriadoc, He was only filling out my orders as we really need to get moving for Rivendell and with four hobbits and a pony it will take about three days to ross the Midgewater Marshes ,we will have to skip breakfast and have lunch whenever. " Strider told him.

"You put him up for this?"

"Yup and did anyone tell you, you scream like a Nazgul."

A/N Hope you enjoyed chapter one. Chapter two will be up hopefully within a couple of weeks. Weathertop and the Flight to the Ford and a bit in Rivendell will be in the next chapter. I have some good ideas for when the Fellowship leave Rivendell including an orc attack resulting in capture,a lot of wolfing out not just on full maybe an appearance from the famed Captian Jack Sparrow (maybe)