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The cry of the Nazgul woke the group up with a start even though Gemma had know it was coming. She had fallen asleep next to Pippin and clutched at him for protection he couldn't provide.
"I hadn't figured the nine would frighten you as much." Strider spoke, "Little seems new to you."
"The riders are always frightning and I know why they cry." She explained as she turned her head to face Strider still clinging to Pippin. "They fell for your decoys. We'll find four very dead bags in your beds."
"Five bags miss Gemma," Sam pipped up. "There's one there for you as well."
"She's not fearful for herself and injury is of little consequence for the lady." Strider explained "It wasn't much before and is less now."
"Just answer their questions Strider." Gemma said crossly as she sat up and apart from Pippin although she suddenly felt cold and alone without his presence.
"Yes what are those riders?" Frodo finally asked.
Gemma glared at Strider while he spoke to the hobbits. "He knows so much. Why can't he just bloody well tell me!?" her mind screamed. She got up and went to her pack and bedded down on the floor as she should have to begin with.
As the hobbits settled back down Merry leaned over to his cousin. "What was that about Pip?"
"She's upset Striders keeping things from her." He replied.
"Not that," Merry started again, "The way you were holding it."
"Sorry to be listening but you shouldn't be calling the Lady Gemma an it." Sam stamared at first. "She's a friend and sounds quite a loyal one at that."
"I agree Sam." Said Pippin "And if you call her that again you'll have worse than riders to deal with."
"I agree. If you insult her again, I'll flaten you Mr. Merry."
Strider looked on as the young hobbits squabled and thought "Middle-Earths fate in the hands of hobbits." he sighed aloud.
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The cry of the Nazgul woke the group up with a start even though Gemma had know it was coming. She had fallen asleep next to Pippin and clutched at him for protection he couldn't provide.
"I hadn't figured the nine would frighten you as much." Strider spoke, "Little seems new to you."
"The riders are always frightning and I know why they cry." She explained as she turned her head to face Strider still clinging to Pippin. "They fell for your decoys. We'll find four very dead bags in your beds."
"Five bags miss Gemma," Sam pipped up. "There's one there for you as well."
"She's not fearful for herself and injury is of little consequence for the lady." Strider explained "It wasn't much before and is less now."
"Just answer their questions Strider." Gemma said crossly as she sat up and apart from Pippin although she suddenly felt cold and alone without his presence.
"Yes what are those riders?" Frodo finally asked.
Gemma glared at Strider while he spoke to the hobbits. "He knows so much. Why can't he just bloody well tell me!?" her mind screamed. She got up and went to her pack and bedded down on the floor as she should have to begin with.
As the hobbits settled back down Merry leaned over to his cousin. "What was that about Pip?"
"She's upset Striders keeping things from her." He replied.
"Not that," Merry started again, "The way you were holding it."
"Sorry to be listening but you shouldn't be calling the Lady Gemma an it." Sam stamared at first. "She's a friend and sounds quite a loyal one at that."
"I agree Sam." Said Pippin "And if you call her that again you'll have worse than riders to deal with."
"I agree. If you insult her again, I'll flaten you Mr. Merry."
Strider looked on as the young hobbits squabled and thought "Middle-Earths fate in the hands of hobbits." he sighed aloud.
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