"They're back!" shouted Merry's voice as Frodo and Sam raced out of the house. Nine, black hooded figures stood tall with curled knives. Frodo felt as though he was living in a nightmare. No, he thought, brain reeling. Impossible...One Rider raised its weapon, preparing to strike, aiming to kill. Frodo squeaked as the Nazgul bent over him, its screams nearly defeaning his ears. He shut his eyes - there was a bang, followed by a thud. Frodo opened his eyes. All Nazgul had vanished. Gandalf and King Elessar was standing in their place, the White Wizard brandishing his staff and the King his sword.
"Wha-what happened?" he asked blearily as the Sam and Pippin helped him to his feet. "Was that..?"
Gandalf merely nodded gravely. "You must come to Rivendell at once," he continued abruptly. Frodo's mouth fell open. "What? Why?" Gandalf sighed heavily. "Because there is danger in Middle-Earth once more," he said with barely surpressed irritation. "Now, hurry up, get dressed. Meet Aragorn at the borderline," Frodo shared a mistified look with his friends and then went inside to retrieve Sting and his cloak. And to think I would not be having any more dangerous adventures.