Okay guys. This is my very first fanfiction, so don't judge me too hard, haha.
I'm going to say this is an ongoing series, but I guess it depends on whether it gets readers and positive reviews.
Also, I'm in year 12 so updates may not be as regular as I would like. I'm going to aim for every weekend at least.
Disclaimer: Any and all of the characters referenced in this fanfiction remain the property of J.R.R. Tolkien.
Chapter One: The Ranger and the Hobbit
The ranger whipped his head around and supressed a shudder as the Ringwraiths' bloodcurdling shriek rent the night air. Using the dull light cast by the flaming torch he carried, he was able to make out a shrouded group of Nazgûl heading towards Amon Sûl. He loosened his sword in the scabbard as he quietly stole after them. Being on foot, the ranger fell far behind the mad galloping of the Nazgûl horses, but still he pursued them.
Oh no. His heart sank as he realised the Hobbit that Gandalf had asked him to track down was in the area and now in very grave danger. Even as he had this horrifying thought, an agonised screech pierced the night. Frantic, the ranger, who had finally reached the base of the hill, took the stairs to the ruins two at a time.
There were five of them, all crowded around the obvious leader, who was seemingly stabbing at thin air with a long knife. Fool! The Hobbit must have put the Ring on! The ranger concluded with rapidly declining hope for the Hobbit's wellbeing.
Wasting no more precious time, the ranger drew his sword and stormed the group of Ringwraiths with sword and flaming torch in hand. The Nazgûl immediately scattered; the leader withdrawing the knife and letting it drop to the ground. The ranger clashed swords with all five Ringwraiths repelling them with his burning torch. He set their black robes alight and drove them away. He scouted the area for any more possible threats before making his way back to the Hobbit, who had reappeared, moaning in pain.
This was clearly the Hobbit that Gandalf had him searching for. He fit the wizard's description perfectly. Pale complexion and slightly taller than the typical Hobbit, with deep brown curls and deep blue eyes that were now dull and clouded over with pain.
Frodo let out a cry of agony as an unfamiliar man approached and crouched down in front of him. His left shoulder was cold and numb, yet still burned with violent ferocity. He felt as if he was being frozen and reheated continuously. He could not keep himself from shaking violently from the icy coldness. He tried to focus his waning attention on the man – one of the Big Folk – he noticed, as he started to speak.
"Frodo, I am called Strider. I am a friend of Gandalf the Grey. He asked me to find you and bring you to Rivendell".
The only reply Frodo offered was a gasp of pain and his agonised whisper; "help me".
Immediately, Strider scanned the ground and found a long knife beside Frodo. He picked it up and examined it. His heart plummeted as the blade melted, leaving only the hilt in Strider's hand. The weapon used to wound the Hobbit laying in front of him was a Morgul Knife. Strider frantically glanced over Frodo in search of any injuries, concern flaring in his grey eyes. His gaze happened upon a tear in Frodo's tunic at the left shoulder and he hesitantly undid a few buttons and drew the fabric away from the shoulder to expose an ugly stab wound. Frodo let out a moan as the wound in his shoulder was exposed to the night air. He tried to push Strider's prying hands away from his shoulder, but the ranger gently stilled his movements and continued to inspect the wound with a grave face.
"Frodo, listen to me. The knife used to wound your shoulder is called a Morgul Blade. The hurts caused by this particular weapon are beyond my skill to heal. Only Lord Elrond of Rivendell has the know-how to treat such an infliction".
Without another word, Strider gently lifted the Hobbit off the ground and slung him over his shoulder. The sudden movement caused Frodo to screech in pain as his shoulder was jolted. And then Strider was bearing him away into the night.
TBC ~
So yeah, that's the first chapter. I know it's a bit short, but this is only my first fanfiction so I'm still getting the hang of things. I'm hoping to get chapter two up by next weekend.
Sorry the fight scene between Aragorn and the Ringwraiths isn't really detailed. For the life of me I couldn't find a suitable way to describe it.
Hope you guys liked, and if you have any advice or just anything you'd like to comment on, feel free to review.
Constructive criticism welcome! :3