A/N: I told you I was going to have one up soon =P
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The Black Riders walked closer, their swords upward, closing in on them. The hobbits gripped their swords tightly while Krystal merely closed her eyes, holding her sword upward near her face. Merry and Pippin went towards the riders, swords pointed directly at them. Sam and Frodo followed in pursuit. Krystal lowered her sword and opened her eyes, following them. Each one with an opponent, they clashed their swords together as they fought. Being as the riders were much taller than the hobbits and Krystal, they seemed to have a certain advantage on them. But, being as they had fought with swords before, this proved untrue. Frodo, thankful that Sting wasn't glowing blue, fought the rider, trying to move forwards so that if they had time they all could run. The rider seemed to be much stronger than Frodo, though, and was moving in the opposite direction and towards the cliff, trying to throw Frodo off if not to kill him with its sword. The rider lunged at Frodo with its sword and Frodo swerved just in time away and the rider fell down the cliff. Sam, Merry, and Pippin took note of that and did the same to their opponents.
"Come on, run!" Frodo yelled as there was only one rider left and escaping seemed easy enough. They ran quickly away from the rider and down a hill and behind a thick tree until they knew that the rider was not following them. Frodo sat down and breathed deeply.
"Well, glad that's over," Merry said breathless as he sat down panting. Frodo looked around.
"Wait a second," he said. "Where's Krystal?"
"Wasn't she behind us?" Sam asked. "I thought she was behind us!"
"I don't believe it," Pippin said. "She's still up there with the other rider!"
"What?!" Frodo said incredulously. They peered out from behind the tree and, sure enough, up on the hill they could easily see Krystal and the rider still moving and fighting with their swords.
"Leave my friends alone!" Krystal yelled as their swords clinked together. The rider lifted its sword and brought it down at her. Krystal jumped out of the way as the sword came down and cut her upper arm deeply. She cringed and fell over in the pain.
"Krystal!" Frodo yelled as he jumped up. "Merry, come with me!" He ran as quickly as possible over to the hills, Merry running close behind him. The rider brought down its sword near Krystal's neck. Krystal rolled out of the way quickly, holding her arm in pain.
"Come on, help me!" Frodo yelled as he ran over to Krystal. Merry took out his sword and fought with the rider, moving as far away from Frodo and Krystal as possible without falling off the cliff. Frodo picked up Krystal in his arms and ran as fast as he could down the hill to the others. Merry hit the riders arm with his sword. As the rider screamed in rage, he ran down the hill and behind the tree. The rider got on his horse and followed in pursuit, only to ride right past them and out of site into the dark. Frodo set Krystal down carefully against the trunk of the tree. They all looked at her with concerned looks on their faces.
"I'm fine," She said, her eyes watering with the pain in her arm. "I'll be fine. It's just a cut."
"That's not a cut," Frodo said. "You don't get cuts from swords when they're being jabbed at you."
"Cut or no," Krystal said. "It'll be fine." Frodo took no notice of words and ripped a long shred of his cloak and wrapped it tightly around Krystal's so called wound, which was bleeding fiercely. After ten minutes or so, it stopped bleeding or, what little bit it was, going unnoticed.
"Do you think you can walk?" Merry asked Krystal. She nodded.
"I'm fine," She replied. "Thanks." She smiled weakly at all of them and rose to her feet. "We shouldn't stay here, though. We need to get moving."
They walked for ten days to the east, only stopping at nightfall to rest and then getting up right at dawn the next day. Pippin and Merry had complained before about needing rest, but found it useless when Krystal reminded them about the danger they could be in even if they stopped for twenty minutes. Lately the pain in Krystal's arm had been lessening, but it was now getting more painful than the night of when she got it. The sun was getting lower and lower, and they were only half a days walk away from Rivendell.
"Well, now we can decide," Merry said. "If we should keep walking or rest for the night." In the end they all agreed to rest when it came nightfall. It was still hours till nightfall so they pushed their way along. The pain, though, in Krystal's arm was getting beyond toleration and she began stumbling as they walked.
"Are you al right?" Pippin asked her. Krystal tried to nod but just as she began to, she could bare the pain no longer as it got the best of her and she fell over into black.
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A/N: No flaming for suspension, please! ^^;
More to come VERY soon! I'm going to try and type it out right now (7:15 pacific time for all you non-Englanders) before I have to get off the computer.
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The Black Riders walked closer, their swords upward, closing in on them. The hobbits gripped their swords tightly while Krystal merely closed her eyes, holding her sword upward near her face. Merry and Pippin went towards the riders, swords pointed directly at them. Sam and Frodo followed in pursuit. Krystal lowered her sword and opened her eyes, following them. Each one with an opponent, they clashed their swords together as they fought. Being as the riders were much taller than the hobbits and Krystal, they seemed to have a certain advantage on them. But, being as they had fought with swords before, this proved untrue. Frodo, thankful that Sting wasn't glowing blue, fought the rider, trying to move forwards so that if they had time they all could run. The rider seemed to be much stronger than Frodo, though, and was moving in the opposite direction and towards the cliff, trying to throw Frodo off if not to kill him with its sword. The rider lunged at Frodo with its sword and Frodo swerved just in time away and the rider fell down the cliff. Sam, Merry, and Pippin took note of that and did the same to their opponents.
"Come on, run!" Frodo yelled as there was only one rider left and escaping seemed easy enough. They ran quickly away from the rider and down a hill and behind a thick tree until they knew that the rider was not following them. Frodo sat down and breathed deeply.
"Well, glad that's over," Merry said breathless as he sat down panting. Frodo looked around.
"Wait a second," he said. "Where's Krystal?"
"Wasn't she behind us?" Sam asked. "I thought she was behind us!"
"I don't believe it," Pippin said. "She's still up there with the other rider!"
"What?!" Frodo said incredulously. They peered out from behind the tree and, sure enough, up on the hill they could easily see Krystal and the rider still moving and fighting with their swords.
"Leave my friends alone!" Krystal yelled as their swords clinked together. The rider lifted its sword and brought it down at her. Krystal jumped out of the way as the sword came down and cut her upper arm deeply. She cringed and fell over in the pain.
"Krystal!" Frodo yelled as he jumped up. "Merry, come with me!" He ran as quickly as possible over to the hills, Merry running close behind him. The rider brought down its sword near Krystal's neck. Krystal rolled out of the way quickly, holding her arm in pain.
"Come on, help me!" Frodo yelled as he ran over to Krystal. Merry took out his sword and fought with the rider, moving as far away from Frodo and Krystal as possible without falling off the cliff. Frodo picked up Krystal in his arms and ran as fast as he could down the hill to the others. Merry hit the riders arm with his sword. As the rider screamed in rage, he ran down the hill and behind the tree. The rider got on his horse and followed in pursuit, only to ride right past them and out of site into the dark. Frodo set Krystal down carefully against the trunk of the tree. They all looked at her with concerned looks on their faces.
"I'm fine," She said, her eyes watering with the pain in her arm. "I'll be fine. It's just a cut."
"That's not a cut," Frodo said. "You don't get cuts from swords when they're being jabbed at you."
"Cut or no," Krystal said. "It'll be fine." Frodo took no notice of words and ripped a long shred of his cloak and wrapped it tightly around Krystal's so called wound, which was bleeding fiercely. After ten minutes or so, it stopped bleeding or, what little bit it was, going unnoticed.
"Do you think you can walk?" Merry asked Krystal. She nodded.
"I'm fine," She replied. "Thanks." She smiled weakly at all of them and rose to her feet. "We shouldn't stay here, though. We need to get moving."
They walked for ten days to the east, only stopping at nightfall to rest and then getting up right at dawn the next day. Pippin and Merry had complained before about needing rest, but found it useless when Krystal reminded them about the danger they could be in even if they stopped for twenty minutes. Lately the pain in Krystal's arm had been lessening, but it was now getting more painful than the night of when she got it. The sun was getting lower and lower, and they were only half a days walk away from Rivendell.
"Well, now we can decide," Merry said. "If we should keep walking or rest for the night." In the end they all agreed to rest when it came nightfall. It was still hours till nightfall so they pushed their way along. The pain, though, in Krystal's arm was getting beyond toleration and she began stumbling as they walked.
"Are you al right?" Pippin asked her. Krystal tried to nod but just as she began to, she could bare the pain no longer as it got the best of her and she fell over into black.
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A/N: No flaming for suspension, please! ^^;
More to come VERY soon! I'm going to try and type it out right now (7:15 pacific time for all you non-Englanders) before I have to get off the computer.