Some Day
Frodo and the Fellowship are forced to divert their journey to Mirkwood, home of Legolas' father Thranduil. Once there, Frodo discovers another part of his fate has been there, waiting for him. Patiently, hopefully...
Chapter 1 - The Nazgul's Chase
Aragorn ceased his pace, causing the seven following suit to crash into him. The elf Legolas and dwarf Gimli behind him managed to keep upright, but the three of four Hobbits went tumbling backwards on top of one another. Boromir pulled the pale Hobbit, Frodo; whom walked with his head down, out of the way. The Hobbit looked up at his wish wide blue eyes.
"Thank you Boromir." Frodo muttered, putting his head down again. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Boromir's finger twitch in the direction of his neck; but then he patted his shoulder instead.
"You are welcome, Frodo." Boromir said.
"Aragorn!" the dwarf behind the elf bellowed. "Why in the blazes did yo-"
"Gimli!" the elf snapped, silencing Gimli.
"Aragorn," the elf breathed in Elvish. "What do you sense?"
"Listen, Legolas."
"Aragorn..." The Hobbit Pippin mumbled, sounding distressed. Aragorn raised his hand, and pointed a finger east. In the distance, the faintest but most terrifying screech rose from the mountains. Frodo's eyes widened and he stumble toward the west.
"Mr. Frodo, no!" Sam cried, he and Merry grabbed his legs from the ground.
Legolas' head snapped toward the path again. "Nazgul!" Legolas roared.