A/N: this is even scarier now.. ^^;; there is another chapter coming up DIRECTLY! just wanted to break them up for reading ease!
Back in Bree, the storyline was advancing nicely; no changes, really. Although some riders in black were seen, in the evening, to be arguing at the front gate. It was, best as any could follow, and argument pertaining to the bad personnel choices their employer, or "dark master" had made recently.
Things continued. Hobbits got drunk, found Strider and avoided death. They set out through unpleasant marshes, missed second breakfast and the other consecutive meals, and eventually found themselves at Weathertop Hill, the watchtower of Amon Sûl. And riders in black advanced on them.
Other riders in black were still lost, or, as Meg and Katherine preferred, "locationally challenged."
The girls were still riding. They'd managed to get through the Shire, but not without one member of the party stopping and drooling over attractive hobbits. Now, they were moving as fast as they possibly could manage, although, fairly enough, that was slow. Rachel was complaining that the horsy was giving her a sore butt. Two eerily similar looking brown haired girls were captivated by the scenery they passed in whirlwind speed. That, and the animals they seemed to encounter at even the slightest stop.
The brunettes, who were, coincidentally, named Alice and Jenny, were demanding such a stop now. "I want to pet the rabbits!" Alice yelled across the windy road. The three in front, who were dictating stop time, ignored her. Katherine, queen of the navigation, was in a raging temper. Meg was frantically looking for some sign of being in the right area. And Erin, the third front girl, was concentrating on making her horse do tricks.
"We've got to be around that hill.. It's here somewhere!" Meg yelled, as she pulled her horse short. The entire group screeched to a halt, if it was possible for horses to screech.
"Umm. Meg?" Hannah, the girl who fancied the hobbits, was looking away across the flatlands. Meg looked up from where she was hissing arguments back and forth with Katherine. "Is.. that it?" Hannah pointed to a huge hill; very near by, and coincidentally, just what Meg had been looking for. The red head said nothing. Just spurred her horse onwards, towards Amon Sûl.
Rachel lagged behind for a moment, and cried out to the sky. "But my butt hurts!"
Back in Bree, the storyline was advancing nicely; no changes, really. Although some riders in black were seen, in the evening, to be arguing at the front gate. It was, best as any could follow, and argument pertaining to the bad personnel choices their employer, or "dark master" had made recently.
Things continued. Hobbits got drunk, found Strider and avoided death. They set out through unpleasant marshes, missed second breakfast and the other consecutive meals, and eventually found themselves at Weathertop Hill, the watchtower of Amon Sûl. And riders in black advanced on them.
Other riders in black were still lost, or, as Meg and Katherine preferred, "locationally challenged."
The girls were still riding. They'd managed to get through the Shire, but not without one member of the party stopping and drooling over attractive hobbits. Now, they were moving as fast as they possibly could manage, although, fairly enough, that was slow. Rachel was complaining that the horsy was giving her a sore butt. Two eerily similar looking brown haired girls were captivated by the scenery they passed in whirlwind speed. That, and the animals they seemed to encounter at even the slightest stop.
The brunettes, who were, coincidentally, named Alice and Jenny, were demanding such a stop now. "I want to pet the rabbits!" Alice yelled across the windy road. The three in front, who were dictating stop time, ignored her. Katherine, queen of the navigation, was in a raging temper. Meg was frantically looking for some sign of being in the right area. And Erin, the third front girl, was concentrating on making her horse do tricks.
"We've got to be around that hill.. It's here somewhere!" Meg yelled, as she pulled her horse short. The entire group screeched to a halt, if it was possible for horses to screech.
"Umm. Meg?" Hannah, the girl who fancied the hobbits, was looking away across the flatlands. Meg looked up from where she was hissing arguments back and forth with Katherine. "Is.. that it?" Hannah pointed to a huge hill; very near by, and coincidentally, just what Meg had been looking for. The red head said nothing. Just spurred her horse onwards, towards Amon Sûl.
Rachel lagged behind for a moment, and cried out to the sky. "But my butt hurts!"