A/N: Hello. Because my last LOTR story was deleted, I'm going to start a new one with a similar plot line. A few characters have exchanged places and I'm actually going to check the family trees etc in the back of the book this time so I hope it's to your liking.

By the way, please don't start killing me if I get a few names wrong but I couldn't find the names of some of the children.

kim1983.

Chapter 1:

"Faramir. FARAMIR! Hurry up, child! You supper is getting cold!" Diamond cried from the dinner table.

"Coming!" Faramir replied. Young Faramir, the son of Pippin Took and Diamond of Long Cleeve, was said to look alot like his father. As he raced round the corner from his bedroom and into the dining room, that resemblence showed a great deal. From the mischievious grin to the bouncing golden locks.

"No son of mine should be late for food." Pippin joked. Faramir sat down at the table, and they were all about to tuck in when there was ceaseless and hard knocking at the door. Pippin sighed and scowled at the door.

"Yes, yes. I'm coming." Pippin yelled. "Why'd they have to knock just before supper?" he muttered angrily to himself. After making his way to the door, he opened it without thinking to check who was actually knocking so hard. And he paid for it by what he saw at the door.

A great Black Rider loomed over him, with an orc at either side. The orcs snarled nastily and reached out to grab him. Pippin, being to stunned to move, allowed himself to be grabbed and bound. Suddenly, he snapped of his trance and began to struggle. The Black Rider grasped histhroat tightly and lifted him up. Diamond and Faramir watched in horror from the table as her husband and his father was carried away, unconsious, by the three demonic creatures.

After what happened sank in, Faramir ran after the rider, spurred on by rage.

"Faramir!" Diamond cried out, but it was too late. Faramir was already out the door and running wildly down the street. He suddenly stopped as he saw three Nazguls, with three black rider on their backs. But then he noticed all three were carrying a hobbit in their arms. He also then noticed three small hobbits watching aswell and realised they were his three best friends. Suddenly, there was the beating of wings and the nazguls took off, flying into the night.

"Elanor! Frodo! Theoden!" Faramir called, trying to hide his grief.

"F-Faramir? Is that you?" came Elanors failing voice. In the moonlight, Faramir could see his three friends slowly approaching, after the two elder hobbits had helped up what looked like a sobbing Frodo. He ran towards them hoping none of them were hurt, and to confirm his suspicions. He reached them and the four hobbits embraced for a moment. Faramir stepped back first and looked at his friends for a few seconds.

"Did they...?" he started. Elanor and Theoden nodded. "We have to find them." Faramir said, determined.

"But how?" Elanor finally said.

"Follow them." Faramir replied and started running in the direction the nazgul had gone. Theoden and Frodo followed quickly after, but Elanor lingered for a moment.

"But what about provisions?"

A day later, the four young hobbits were stumbling through a dark and creepy forest. Finally, after trudging through the forest for a day with no food, no water and no sleep the hobbits collapsed.

"I'm hungry." Faramir stated. Suddenly, they heard a strange snarling coming from the surrounding trees.

"What is that?" Frodo asked quietly, looking terrified.

"I don't know but I think we should RUN!" Theoden replied, and scrambled up off the floor, the other three following closely behind him. As they fleed for their lives, Faramir chanced a look behind him, and soon regretted doing so. What he saw would've scared the life out of any young hobbit. It would've scared anyone in their right mind for that matter. He turned and faced forward again with a new fear and new speed and raced ahead. The others, seeing his reaction also sped up, not wanting to see what their usually brave friend had been so terribly frightned by. And they were very smart in doing so as the creatures he saw were the very same creatures their fathers had told them about. Orcish wild dogs. But unfortunately for the hobbits, they were very fast creatures and their little legs couldn't carry them very fast and the dogs were catching up fast. And the hobbits were getting tired.