In Between
Disclaimer: *Sighs* , Oh here we go again- - I don't own LotR and if I did I would be the first creator to forbid disclaimers. Most everyone knows that I don't make any profit of my writings, and if you didn't - - Well, then you know it now.
Summary: The same night that the Ringwraiths attacked in Bree, Frodo and Pippin get separated from Strider, Merry and Sam. Lost in the frightening city; Frodo and Pippin are found by not so nice man.
Rate: R, for angst, violence, rape (non-graphical, since I suck at it)
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In the room of the Prancing Pony Frodo could not seek the sleep he had desired while travelling in the pouring rain. The event in the inn earlier that night had frightened him and he could not put his mind off those frightening things, all he could think of was the great eye that had seen him and the black riders that had been chasing them from Hobbiton.
Frodo shifted in the bed that had been made for him and the three sleeping hobbits that were now curled up in pleasant dreams, or at least Frodo hoped so.
Strider sat by the window, he had been sitting there for a while and Frodo wasn't sure whether to say something or leave him be. The Ranger looked like he did not wanted to be disturbed so Frodo left it there and approached his thoughts again.
Though Frodo wasn't eyeing him, Strider seemed to tense and leant forward in his chair, like he had seen something. Quickly afterwards followed the high-pitched shrieks from the house opposite theirs. Frodo rose immediately, he knew those shrieks far too well by then. Soon the three hobbits had risen too and were now all eyeing Strider who had not said a word.
After an uncomfortable silence, Frodo couldn't stand the question that was itching on his tongue "What are they?" He questioned calmly and yet there was a hint of fright in his voice
Strider tore his gaze from the window and gave his attention to the four hobbits that sat on the bed.
"They were once Men.." Strider began "Great kings of Men. Then Sauron the Deceiver gave to them nine rings of power. Blinded by their greed they took it without question. One by one, falling into darkness. Now they are slaves to his will" He turned his attention back to the window to see the black riders leave the building "They are the Nasgûls. Ringwraiths. 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"
They spent few minutes in silence, each of the hobbit digesting the tale Strider had told.
"We cannot linger here" Strider suddenly rose "We shall leave now"
Frodo was the first one to follow the Ranger, Merry and Sam were not sure of this friend of Gandalf. Pippin followed Merry's lead, for Merry was his beloved cousin and older, wiser. He would never mistrust his cousin.
Frodo hesitated when he noticed that the three hobbits were not preparing of leaving that inn. He needed desperately to convince them to trust the man for Frodo was becoming more frightened of the Ringwraiths if it was possible 'They will never stop hunting you' echoed in his mind, at least he could try to run.
"We need to leave now" Frodo said
"How can we know that we can trust this Strider?" Merry asked
"We have no other choice" Cried Frodo "I - I have a horrible feeling if we stay here any longer"
"I am not leaving this room until mister Strider can give us proves - To prove who he really is" Sam crossed his arms
"Well then.." Frodo paused "I guess I won't be leaving with you then"
He turned around. Pippin was the first one to recover as he dashed after Frodo "Oy, I'm coming too!"
Pippin realized how quickly he had decided to go with Frodo without confronting Merry first. He had never made decisions without Merry being the one to support them.
Merry stared after Pippin "Well, if my cousin has decided to go with you, I believe I have to bring both of my eyes along to keep eyes on you both"
"Well four eyes are better than two" Sam muttered
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The Ringwraiths were still tracking the city when the hobbits and the man escaped the Prancing Pony. The air was damp and cold after a pouring rain earlier that night.
Strider went first, making sure no danger was before them. When he couldn't see anything besides the darkness, he gave the others a signal to follow.
When passing an alley, Frodo seriously though his heart would betray him when it skipped a beat. It would had been impossible to see the Ringwraiths far in the dark for they were the darkness their selves and in the alley one had stayed, when Frodo's scent passed it's senses the horse pranced and the Ringwraith let out a terrifying shriek that sent the other's of Frodo's companions whirling around to see the frightening king of darkness.
Frodo sent himself backwards before the wraith reached him and tumbled down on Pippin who had stood behind him. Quickly, Frodo pulled Pippin up and dragged him away before the wraith would reach them.
The Ringwraith shrieked again and it's fellow kings could be heard in the distance
"They know of us" Pippin whispered as Frodo dragged him into another alley and threw his cousin up against the wall "Hide" He whispered, fear was overtaking his senses. Both of them knelt down behind a dumpster, so the one who came on the main street would not see them.
But another thing surprised them when a door was opened up from behind them, the bright light blinding them temperately. "Scoot out, children. This ain't a playground"
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-TBC-
Oh, you're here. So you did read this through? Well, if you did.. Please drop me a line..
Disclaimer: *Sighs* , Oh here we go again- - I don't own LotR and if I did I would be the first creator to forbid disclaimers. Most everyone knows that I don't make any profit of my writings, and if you didn't - - Well, then you know it now.
Summary: The same night that the Ringwraiths attacked in Bree, Frodo and Pippin get separated from Strider, Merry and Sam. Lost in the frightening city; Frodo and Pippin are found by not so nice man.
Rate: R, for angst, violence, rape (non-graphical, since I suck at it)
: : :
In the room of the Prancing Pony Frodo could not seek the sleep he had desired while travelling in the pouring rain. The event in the inn earlier that night had frightened him and he could not put his mind off those frightening things, all he could think of was the great eye that had seen him and the black riders that had been chasing them from Hobbiton.
Frodo shifted in the bed that had been made for him and the three sleeping hobbits that were now curled up in pleasant dreams, or at least Frodo hoped so.
Strider sat by the window, he had been sitting there for a while and Frodo wasn't sure whether to say something or leave him be. The Ranger looked like he did not wanted to be disturbed so Frodo left it there and approached his thoughts again.
Though Frodo wasn't eyeing him, Strider seemed to tense and leant forward in his chair, like he had seen something. Quickly afterwards followed the high-pitched shrieks from the house opposite theirs. Frodo rose immediately, he knew those shrieks far too well by then. Soon the three hobbits had risen too and were now all eyeing Strider who had not said a word.
After an uncomfortable silence, Frodo couldn't stand the question that was itching on his tongue "What are they?" He questioned calmly and yet there was a hint of fright in his voice
Strider tore his gaze from the window and gave his attention to the four hobbits that sat on the bed.
"They were once Men.." Strider began "Great kings of Men. Then Sauron the Deceiver gave to them nine rings of power. Blinded by their greed they took it without question. One by one, falling into darkness. Now they are slaves to his will" He turned his attention back to the window to see the black riders leave the building "They are the Nasgûls. Ringwraiths. 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"
They spent few minutes in silence, each of the hobbit digesting the tale Strider had told.
"We cannot linger here" Strider suddenly rose "We shall leave now"
Frodo was the first one to follow the Ranger, Merry and Sam were not sure of this friend of Gandalf. Pippin followed Merry's lead, for Merry was his beloved cousin and older, wiser. He would never mistrust his cousin.
Frodo hesitated when he noticed that the three hobbits were not preparing of leaving that inn. He needed desperately to convince them to trust the man for Frodo was becoming more frightened of the Ringwraiths if it was possible 'They will never stop hunting you' echoed in his mind, at least he could try to run.
"We need to leave now" Frodo said
"How can we know that we can trust this Strider?" Merry asked
"We have no other choice" Cried Frodo "I - I have a horrible feeling if we stay here any longer"
"I am not leaving this room until mister Strider can give us proves - To prove who he really is" Sam crossed his arms
"Well then.." Frodo paused "I guess I won't be leaving with you then"
He turned around. Pippin was the first one to recover as he dashed after Frodo "Oy, I'm coming too!"
Pippin realized how quickly he had decided to go with Frodo without confronting Merry first. He had never made decisions without Merry being the one to support them.
Merry stared after Pippin "Well, if my cousin has decided to go with you, I believe I have to bring both of my eyes along to keep eyes on you both"
"Well four eyes are better than two" Sam muttered
: : :
The Ringwraiths were still tracking the city when the hobbits and the man escaped the Prancing Pony. The air was damp and cold after a pouring rain earlier that night.
Strider went first, making sure no danger was before them. When he couldn't see anything besides the darkness, he gave the others a signal to follow.
When passing an alley, Frodo seriously though his heart would betray him when it skipped a beat. It would had been impossible to see the Ringwraiths far in the dark for they were the darkness their selves and in the alley one had stayed, when Frodo's scent passed it's senses the horse pranced and the Ringwraith let out a terrifying shriek that sent the other's of Frodo's companions whirling around to see the frightening king of darkness.
Frodo sent himself backwards before the wraith reached him and tumbled down on Pippin who had stood behind him. Quickly, Frodo pulled Pippin up and dragged him away before the wraith would reach them.
The Ringwraith shrieked again and it's fellow kings could be heard in the distance
"They know of us" Pippin whispered as Frodo dragged him into another alley and threw his cousin up against the wall "Hide" He whispered, fear was overtaking his senses. Both of them knelt down behind a dumpster, so the one who came on the main street would not see them.
But another thing surprised them when a door was opened up from behind them, the bright light blinding them temperately. "Scoot out, children. This ain't a playground"
: : :
-TBC-
Oh, you're here. So you did read this through? Well, if you did.. Please drop me a line..