Umm... not really sure what to say. Just a story I've been working on, mostly because I love LotR and I wanted to add my character, Breilyn, to one of my favourite movies. My options were National Treasure, Lord of the Rings, or Journey to the Center of the Earth. Clearly, you know which one I chose. However, I doubt anyone is really even ON the LotR fanfiction reading anymore, because the movies are kind of old, but I'm hoping the opening of the Hobbit will kind of light the fire again. Anyways, the first chapter sucks. I re-wrote it just about a million times before settling on this. It'll do, but I'm open to suggestions.

The character I'm introducing is Breilyn, a horse trader from the Elven area of Middle Earth. Her personality and general characteristics are based off myself, and her horse, Devlin, is based off my own best-buddy-ever Quarter Horse named Dexter.

Well... on with the story, I guess. Review, please? Please? PLEASE?!

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"Frodo, those Black Riders were after something. Or someone," a heavily accented voice said. Breilyn's ears perked up, as did the ears of her horses. She turned her head, trying to hear better.

Suddenly, the sound of pounding hoof-beats was heard. They were unmistakable to the girl, who knew the sounds of a horse, tainted by evil. A Black Rider's horse.

One of Breilyn's horses nickered nervously.

Someone, or several of them, began to run, fearful of the Black Riders. Breilyn immediately knew the light footsteps.

Those are not men. They are halflings, she thought, shocked. Without hesitating, she jumped on her sorrel horse, leaning forwards onto his mane. "Run, Devlin, we have no time to waste," she whispered to him. With a shrill snort, signaling to the other horses, Devlin sat back on his heels and shot off like a bullet. Breilyn held fast to his mane, directing him with her legs and slight leanings.

"Follow the halflings," she ordered the horse.

Seeing the four small bodies scurrying from tree to tree, Breilyn slowed her horse, stopping far off so she would not be detected. Her horse shuffled, agitated, until Breilyn absently stroked his shoulder.

A Black Rider came bursting from the trees, causing the hobbits to scamper about, panicked.

"Go, Devlin!" Breilyn cried, pulling her bow off her shoulder and notching an arrow while holding her legs tight to stay balanced on her speeding horse. He ran between the horse and hobbits, causing the Black Rider's steed to rear up and cry, snapping at Devlin's muscular neck. Breilyn shot the arrow at the rearing horse's chest, managing a hit that felled the mighty beast. The Black Rider screamed angrily, but Breilyn's loyal horse sped away from the danger. Breilyn murmured a blessing for the horse that she'd shot, knowing it would be killed due to it's injury.

"Follow the halflings, Devlin," Breilyn said again, allowing the horse to gallop full-speed after the four boys.

Breilyn heard rushing water and instantly realized that they were going to escape on a small raft. She urged the horse faster, but three of the halflings were already on the raft.

"Go Frodo! Run! Come on!" they called to the remaining hobbit. Breilyn finally stopped her horse by sitting back, with him sliding to a stop instantly, neighing frustratedly. The final hobbit jumped on the raft. Without hesitation, Breilyn realized where they were going when she heard their faint words,

"Where is the next landing?" a young, scared voice asked.

"20 miles," another accented voice, the same Breilyn recognized before, replied. There was a light splashing as they began to paddle through the water.

They're headed North. Bree is the next large town, we will stop there, Breilyn decided. She whirled Devlin around and they sped through the night, careful of the Black Riders that were clearly running amok.

Breilyn managed to reach Bree shortly before the hobbits. She was admitted entrance, and went to the town's boarding stable. While she knew the other horses had stayed behind in the forest, she always put Devlin in a safe stable. The horse was boarded safely, and Breilyn made her way to the Inn of the Prancing Pony.

It was there that fate decided to force the hobbits back into her path yet again.

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Well, that's it. I've got the 2nd chapter typed up and will publish it right after the first, but I just wanted to end the first chapter there because... well, because I can.

If you hate it, review and tell me what you would change so I know. If you like it and want me to continue, a review would make my day. If you don't review, I'll probably be a girl like I am and assume that means you don't like it D:

So review, because they made it so easy now, so you have no excuse ;D

Bye guuuys!

Brindy