A Friendly Stranger
"Here we are!" Merry yelled, "At the Prancing Pony in Bree. Nice, isn't it?"
"Nice alright!" Sam argued, "And no sign of Gandalf."
"I didn't say that Gandalf was here." Merry replied.
Merry, got a huge mug from the counter. Pippin's eyes grew wide open.
"What is that, Merry?" Pippin asked.
"This, my friend, is called a pint." Merry answered.
"It comes in pints? I'm getting one." Pippin jumped up from the seat.
"Stupid Took." Sam murmured.
"Shut up, Gamgee!"
"Stop fighting, please!" said Frodo, "I think I spotted another black rider."
"Where?" The rest looked at Frodo.
Frodo pointed to a hooded man in the corner. With a pipe in his hand and a sword on his waist, the stranger looked at the hobbits. On his side, was an Elven girl.
After Pippin came back with his huge mug, Frodo told him about the mystery man in the corner.
"Why would a black rider marry to an Elven lady?" Pippin asked.
"Who knows?" Merry answered.
"Such a stupid question." Sam sighed.
The hooded man suddenly stood up, and walked closer to Frodo.
"Come! I need to talk to you."
The voice wasn't like the hissing noise that the black riders'. Still, Frodo was scared, so he didn't budge. The man dragged Frodo into a room. The lady already waited.
The man took off his hood. He had dark brown hair, and he wasn't an elf.
"Aren't you Frodo Baggins?"
"So? If you are thinking of taking the ring from me, I won't let you."
"Calm down yourself. My name is Strider. I am a ranger. This is Lady Arwen from Rivendell. She's a good friend of mine. I know your business, and I am here to help with your quest."
Just then, three other hobbits barged in the room. Strider reflected quickly. He drew out his sword, and pointed at the Halflings.
"Strider! Don't hurt them! They are my friends."
Strider didn't say a word, but put back his sword. Sam, Merry, and Pippin were shaking in fright.
"You three are on this quest as well? What are your names?" Arwen finally spoke.
"I, I am Sam. This is Merry and Pippin."
"What are your relationships with Frodo?"
"I am the gardener of Mr. Baggins. Merry and Pippin are his cousins."
"Enough introducing. I'm afraid I must tell my real name. I am Aragorn. And I am not a ranger. I am a friend of Gandalf."
"Gandalf!" Frodo gasped, "Did you see him at this inn?"
"I did not." Aragorn answered.
"Great," Sam sighed, "Now we lost Gandalf."
"We must be getting on with the journey." Said Aragorn, "Frodo and Sam, you two can ride the hoarse with me."
"And Merry and Pippin can ride with me." Said Arwen.
The six company when outside. Aragorn had a brown hoarse, and Arwen had white. The hobbits were not used to riding a hoarse, but they put up with it.
"Nine miles from here to Rivendell," Said Aragorn, "We can meet Elrond there."
They took off, as fast as they can, not noticing that the black riders were after them. In four hours, they reached the great river. They decided to have a rest there.
"I'm starving, Frodo!" Sam complained. "I didn't eat anything from this morning!"
"Sorry Sam! When we reach Rivendell, we'll ask for some food from Elrond."
"No need for asking," Said Arwen, "My father already got ready for the feast tonight."
SPLASH! They all looked across the river. There were nine riders.
"Pass over Baggins!" They all hissed.
"We'll never do so." Aragorn replied.
"If you want him, come and claim him!" Arwen shouted.
The black riders were about to cross the river, when Arwen started to murmur something.
"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"
Then a ton of water came from the other end of the river. All of the riders were washed away.
"That was a close one," Arwen sighed, "Luckily I knew the Elven magic."
They carried on. They finally reached Rivendell. There waited Elrond.
"Welcome my friends!" Elrond greeted. "This is Rivendell!"
"Here we are!" Merry yelled, "At the Prancing Pony in Bree. Nice, isn't it?"
"Nice alright!" Sam argued, "And no sign of Gandalf."
"I didn't say that Gandalf was here." Merry replied.
Merry, got a huge mug from the counter. Pippin's eyes grew wide open.
"What is that, Merry?" Pippin asked.
"This, my friend, is called a pint." Merry answered.
"It comes in pints? I'm getting one." Pippin jumped up from the seat.
"Stupid Took." Sam murmured.
"Shut up, Gamgee!"
"Stop fighting, please!" said Frodo, "I think I spotted another black rider."
"Where?" The rest looked at Frodo.
Frodo pointed to a hooded man in the corner. With a pipe in his hand and a sword on his waist, the stranger looked at the hobbits. On his side, was an Elven girl.
After Pippin came back with his huge mug, Frodo told him about the mystery man in the corner.
"Why would a black rider marry to an Elven lady?" Pippin asked.
"Who knows?" Merry answered.
"Such a stupid question." Sam sighed.
The hooded man suddenly stood up, and walked closer to Frodo.
"Come! I need to talk to you."
The voice wasn't like the hissing noise that the black riders'. Still, Frodo was scared, so he didn't budge. The man dragged Frodo into a room. The lady already waited.
The man took off his hood. He had dark brown hair, and he wasn't an elf.
"Aren't you Frodo Baggins?"
"So? If you are thinking of taking the ring from me, I won't let you."
"Calm down yourself. My name is Strider. I am a ranger. This is Lady Arwen from Rivendell. She's a good friend of mine. I know your business, and I am here to help with your quest."
Just then, three other hobbits barged in the room. Strider reflected quickly. He drew out his sword, and pointed at the Halflings.
"Strider! Don't hurt them! They are my friends."
Strider didn't say a word, but put back his sword. Sam, Merry, and Pippin were shaking in fright.
"You three are on this quest as well? What are your names?" Arwen finally spoke.
"I, I am Sam. This is Merry and Pippin."
"What are your relationships with Frodo?"
"I am the gardener of Mr. Baggins. Merry and Pippin are his cousins."
"Enough introducing. I'm afraid I must tell my real name. I am Aragorn. And I am not a ranger. I am a friend of Gandalf."
"Gandalf!" Frodo gasped, "Did you see him at this inn?"
"I did not." Aragorn answered.
"Great," Sam sighed, "Now we lost Gandalf."
"We must be getting on with the journey." Said Aragorn, "Frodo and Sam, you two can ride the hoarse with me."
"And Merry and Pippin can ride with me." Said Arwen.
The six company when outside. Aragorn had a brown hoarse, and Arwen had white. The hobbits were not used to riding a hoarse, but they put up with it.
"Nine miles from here to Rivendell," Said Aragorn, "We can meet Elrond there."
They took off, as fast as they can, not noticing that the black riders were after them. In four hours, they reached the great river. They decided to have a rest there.
"I'm starving, Frodo!" Sam complained. "I didn't eat anything from this morning!"
"Sorry Sam! When we reach Rivendell, we'll ask for some food from Elrond."
"No need for asking," Said Arwen, "My father already got ready for the feast tonight."
SPLASH! They all looked across the river. There were nine riders.
"Pass over Baggins!" They all hissed.
"We'll never do so." Aragorn replied.
"If you want him, come and claim him!" Arwen shouted.
The black riders were about to cross the river, when Arwen started to murmur something.
"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"
Then a ton of water came from the other end of the river. All of the riders were washed away.
"That was a close one," Arwen sighed, "Luckily I knew the Elven magic."
They carried on. They finally reached Rivendell. There waited Elrond.
"Welcome my friends!" Elrond greeted. "This is Rivendell!"