Disclaimer/Rating/summary: on second chapter
1 Chapter 3
"Mushrooms!" Pippin cried out after they had walked at least a mile.
"Move! Move! I want some too!" Merry protested. The three hobbits Sam, Pippin and Merry were arguing over the Mushrooms.
"Blech! You like MUSHROOMS! That's disgusting!" Tess cried out wrinkling her nose.
"Then you must be a very strange person indeed if you do not enjoy Mushrooms." Pippin said between mouthfuls of mushrooms.
Meanwhile between the squabble of the Mushroom crisis Max and Frodo were staring at the road they had stumbled upon. They could feel a great evil coming.
"I think we should get off the road." Frodo murmured
"Yeah, Guys! Get off the road. Come on!" Max declared. They paid no attention to him but were discussing what food was better.
"Hah! Broccoli beating Cheeseburgers! You gotta be kiddin'!" Tess snorted.
A sudden chill wind rushed past them. Frodo felt something he could hear a very very faint cry.
"Get off the road!" He shouted and he scrambled over a ledge and hid under the shelf. Isabel and Tess followed while Max and Michael grabbed the three munching hobbits, which were chatting excitedly among themselves, and shoved them down, diving down themselves.
Clip, Clop, Clip, Clop! They could hear the sound of horseshoes clopping by and then stop abruptly next to them. Merry and Pippin finally quieted down when they heard the horseshoes. Something big and heavy dismounted off the horse. Clink! Clink! His shoes went as he walked across the withering road. They recognized what it was. The Dark Rider was on their trail. His heavy robes scraped the ground as he moved closer. His metal fingers curled over the ridge and he peered over. They pressed back against the wall. Frodo quietly slipped out the ring. Clenching it in his hand, wondering whether he should put it on or not. His head continued peering over, and he was just about to look down when Pippin threw a big bundle of mushrooms far away. Thud! The riders' head snapped up and he turned, mounting his horse and riding off towards the sound. Frodo breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why is he after you and where are you going?" Max whispered.
"Don't you see? He is after the R---!" Pippin was quieted down again with Sam shutting him up.
"We're going to Bree and staying at the 'Prancing Pony'" Frodo replied. Pippin shoved Sam's hand off and protested
"Hey! I saved your life!" he whined.
"Quiet! We do not know whether he has gone or not. We must journey on to the Ferry." Frodo whispered.
"The Ferry! Alas! Why did you not say so before? We Brandybucks use it and know the way to it! Follow me." Merry exclaimed and with that he jumped up and sprinted towards the direction of the Ferry.
"Come along! It's not far!" His voice floated out. Everyone then scrambled out of their hiding place and ran towards where he had left.
They were running wildly through the woods and night was falling when Isabel and Frodo accidentally rammed into the Rider. His horse whinnied and lurched up. Frodo and Isabel were running back now with the Rider hot on their trail. Isabel outran Frodo easily and saw the bank where the 'Ferry' was. It didn't look like a Ferry; it was just made out of a huge platform supported by some wood holding it up. The companions were already on and were screaming after Isabel and Frodo to hurry up. Isabel jumped it and landed safely onto the Ferry. Frodo on the other hand was trying his best to catch up with the Rider a few feet away, gaining closer and closer. Frodo finally jumped and was caught by Michael. Merry and Pippin frantically paddled the boat. The Rider abruptly stopped at the end of the jetty, realizing he could not reach them. Further and further away they drifted off, far into the night.
1 Chapter 3
"Mushrooms!" Pippin cried out after they had walked at least a mile.
"Move! Move! I want some too!" Merry protested. The three hobbits Sam, Pippin and Merry were arguing over the Mushrooms.
"Blech! You like MUSHROOMS! That's disgusting!" Tess cried out wrinkling her nose.
"Then you must be a very strange person indeed if you do not enjoy Mushrooms." Pippin said between mouthfuls of mushrooms.
Meanwhile between the squabble of the Mushroom crisis Max and Frodo were staring at the road they had stumbled upon. They could feel a great evil coming.
"I think we should get off the road." Frodo murmured
"Yeah, Guys! Get off the road. Come on!" Max declared. They paid no attention to him but were discussing what food was better.
"Hah! Broccoli beating Cheeseburgers! You gotta be kiddin'!" Tess snorted.
A sudden chill wind rushed past them. Frodo felt something he could hear a very very faint cry.
"Get off the road!" He shouted and he scrambled over a ledge and hid under the shelf. Isabel and Tess followed while Max and Michael grabbed the three munching hobbits, which were chatting excitedly among themselves, and shoved them down, diving down themselves.
Clip, Clop, Clip, Clop! They could hear the sound of horseshoes clopping by and then stop abruptly next to them. Merry and Pippin finally quieted down when they heard the horseshoes. Something big and heavy dismounted off the horse. Clink! Clink! His shoes went as he walked across the withering road. They recognized what it was. The Dark Rider was on their trail. His heavy robes scraped the ground as he moved closer. His metal fingers curled over the ridge and he peered over. They pressed back against the wall. Frodo quietly slipped out the ring. Clenching it in his hand, wondering whether he should put it on or not. His head continued peering over, and he was just about to look down when Pippin threw a big bundle of mushrooms far away. Thud! The riders' head snapped up and he turned, mounting his horse and riding off towards the sound. Frodo breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why is he after you and where are you going?" Max whispered.
"Don't you see? He is after the R---!" Pippin was quieted down again with Sam shutting him up.
"We're going to Bree and staying at the 'Prancing Pony'" Frodo replied. Pippin shoved Sam's hand off and protested
"Hey! I saved your life!" he whined.
"Quiet! We do not know whether he has gone or not. We must journey on to the Ferry." Frodo whispered.
"The Ferry! Alas! Why did you not say so before? We Brandybucks use it and know the way to it! Follow me." Merry exclaimed and with that he jumped up and sprinted towards the direction of the Ferry.
"Come along! It's not far!" His voice floated out. Everyone then scrambled out of their hiding place and ran towards where he had left.
They were running wildly through the woods and night was falling when Isabel and Frodo accidentally rammed into the Rider. His horse whinnied and lurched up. Frodo and Isabel were running back now with the Rider hot on their trail. Isabel outran Frodo easily and saw the bank where the 'Ferry' was. It didn't look like a Ferry; it was just made out of a huge platform supported by some wood holding it up. The companions were already on and were screaming after Isabel and Frodo to hurry up. Isabel jumped it and landed safely onto the Ferry. Frodo on the other hand was trying his best to catch up with the Rider a few feet away, gaining closer and closer. Frodo finally jumped and was caught by Michael. Merry and Pippin frantically paddled the boat. The Rider abruptly stopped at the end of the jetty, realizing he could not reach them. Further and further away they drifted off, far into the night.
