Leselle And The Ring
Prologue
The roads were cold, and the five hobbits could feel a strange sense of doom approaching them. As a rustle to the left of Pippin startled him, but he found it was only a rabbit.
"Get down!" Merry whispered loudly, getting onto his belly. The others followed, seeing the danger, that Black Rider was just in the distance, looking over the hill, searching for something.
I heard Sam grasp Frodo's hand, holding it close to his own chest. I looked over at Frodo, his bright blue eyes lit with fear and a sense of urgency, I knew we had to keep moving…. Fast.
As soon as the dark rider disappeared over the hill, we dashed out onto the open road, crossing quickly. Then suddenly, the Black Rider came out of nowhere behind the trees, shrieking at us. "Run Frodo!" I screamed, pushing him out of the way and into Sam, who caught him and rushed him forward. I ran around the giant horse, dashing in front of the others. I got to the ferry first, so I started to vigorously unwrap the rope from the dock, my wild, red frizzy hair flailing in the wind. I heard three other pairs of feet pound onto the ferry, but where was the fourth? I looked up, and to my horror, Frodo was running as fast as he could onto the ferry, but the Dark Riders were closing in on him," Run Frodo!" I screamed again, hoping that the sound of my voice would encourage him to run faster.
As I saw that the gap was closing between Frodo and the Black Riders, I held out my arms,' Jump!" I screamed, Sam rushing to my side to help catch him. Frodo made the daring jump from dock to ferry, landing into my arms. I fell backwards, cushioning his fall. He rolled onto the ferry, clutching a pocket on his chest. He looked up at Sam and I with thankful eyes, pulling us both in for an embrace, kissing us both on out foreheads. "Thank You." he whispered,' We just need to get to the other side, then we can make a dash for Bree." Merry said.
I rested my head on Frodo's shoulder, enjoying his company along with the others'. I listened to the sound of the water as Merry pushed the ferry along with a large stick, humming a popular tune sung in The Shire,' What will become of us?' I thought helplessly, looking at Frodo with his curly black hair, bright blue eyes, wondering if we would ever return to The Shire as a group again.