~Disclaimer~
You've probably read this story before, but I'm re-writing it at the min so if you check up soon it SHOULD have changed.
I'd just like to say, I don't know everything about Lord of the Rings, but I do my best to get the facts right, so sorry if your reading the story and some of the things are false or untrue.
And I'd just like to add - I don't own Lord of the Rings.
Thank you
P.s - Constructive Criticism Welcome!
P.s.s - Yes it does sound a LOT like the Black Horse Men, but just carry on reading.. Then Review!!.......Please?
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It was a cold misty night in the quiet town of the Shire. All the residents were tucked asleep in there little hobbit beds, including Master Frodo.
He had dreams about going away one day, going back to the elves, seeing Aragorn again. His dreams seem to go on forever. But his dreams soon turned to nightmares.
Everything around him turned a pale blue. The wind was gushing through his hair and he couldn't help but stumble back and ask
"Where am I?"
"You're in a dream." Explained Galadriel coming out from behind a tree. She wondered round Frodo staring at him. Frodo felt dizzy. Frodo closed his eyes and hoped it would end, but it didn't. When he opened his eyes Galadriel had gone. He stood up and looked around.
"Hello Frodo." Said a deep darkening voice.
"Who are you? Where are you?" Asked Frodo getting confused again.
"I'm behind you!" The voice bellowed, sounding rather like a pantomime voice. Frodo span round. No one was there.
Frodo suddenly felt a sharp stabbing pain in his back. He fell to the floor clinching his back.
The next day Frodo jumped, remembering the dream he had had the following night. He tried to stand up but fell back down to his bed clinging his back.
"What had happened?" He thought to himself. It seemed to real to think it was a dream.
He got through his day clinging his back, no one thought it was strange, loads of people in the Shire did it. It did seem a bit strange that he was a bit too young to have pains in his back already, but everyone thought he was fine.
"Nothing ever goes wrong with the Baggins. What happened?" Questioned Sam, as him and Frodo were walking home.
"I'm not sure myself, Sam. It all felt real, but it couldn't of been." Replied Frodo.
"What felt real?" Stuttered Sam.
Frodo explained the dream he had had the following night.
"That sounds rather strange to be Master Frodo. Don't you think you should see Gandalf?" Asked Sam.
"No, I'll be fine, it was proberly just one of those one-of dreams." Frodo said opening the gate to his home.
Frodo and Sam said bye to each other and neither of them thought any more of it.
Frodo stumbled into his front door and made his way to his bedroom where as soon as his head hit the pillow, he'd fallen asleep. One of those one of dreams? It sure wasn't..
You've probably read this story before, but I'm re-writing it at the min so if you check up soon it SHOULD have changed.
I'd just like to say, I don't know everything about Lord of the Rings, but I do my best to get the facts right, so sorry if your reading the story and some of the things are false or untrue.
And I'd just like to add - I don't own Lord of the Rings.
Thank you
P.s - Constructive Criticism Welcome!
P.s.s - Yes it does sound a LOT like the Black Horse Men, but just carry on reading.. Then Review!!.......Please?
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It was a cold misty night in the quiet town of the Shire. All the residents were tucked asleep in there little hobbit beds, including Master Frodo.
He had dreams about going away one day, going back to the elves, seeing Aragorn again. His dreams seem to go on forever. But his dreams soon turned to nightmares.
Everything around him turned a pale blue. The wind was gushing through his hair and he couldn't help but stumble back and ask
"Where am I?"
"You're in a dream." Explained Galadriel coming out from behind a tree. She wondered round Frodo staring at him. Frodo felt dizzy. Frodo closed his eyes and hoped it would end, but it didn't. When he opened his eyes Galadriel had gone. He stood up and looked around.
"Hello Frodo." Said a deep darkening voice.
"Who are you? Where are you?" Asked Frodo getting confused again.
"I'm behind you!" The voice bellowed, sounding rather like a pantomime voice. Frodo span round. No one was there.
Frodo suddenly felt a sharp stabbing pain in his back. He fell to the floor clinching his back.
The next day Frodo jumped, remembering the dream he had had the following night. He tried to stand up but fell back down to his bed clinging his back.
"What had happened?" He thought to himself. It seemed to real to think it was a dream.
He got through his day clinging his back, no one thought it was strange, loads of people in the Shire did it. It did seem a bit strange that he was a bit too young to have pains in his back already, but everyone thought he was fine.
"Nothing ever goes wrong with the Baggins. What happened?" Questioned Sam, as him and Frodo were walking home.
"I'm not sure myself, Sam. It all felt real, but it couldn't of been." Replied Frodo.
"What felt real?" Stuttered Sam.
Frodo explained the dream he had had the following night.
"That sounds rather strange to be Master Frodo. Don't you think you should see Gandalf?" Asked Sam.
"No, I'll be fine, it was proberly just one of those one-of dreams." Frodo said opening the gate to his home.
Frodo and Sam said bye to each other and neither of them thought any more of it.
Frodo stumbled into his front door and made his way to his bedroom where as soon as his head hit the pillow, he'd fallen asleep. One of those one of dreams? It sure wasn't..