Life After High School. Is It Scary? You Bet.

By Risty Maskell and Silver15

Disclaimer: I look into the mirror of Erised® and I see myself owning the LOTR Characters. If you don't know what the mirror of Erised is, I suggest you read Harry Potter and the Philosophers stone (Sorcerers Stone).

Summary: Gee…let me think…nah, can't tell ya.

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I glared at Damon and Emma, standing out in the snow.

"And I thought I had seen it all." I growled, stifling a sneeze. I had caught a cold that afternoon. I whirled around and began to make my way into the living room to tell Boromir. I was sick of sticking up for Emma. Maybe I should just go and stay at school again. While wondering, I had unconsciously made my way up the stairs and lay on my bed. I hugged the pillow as tears slid down my nose.

It just wasn't fair. Why did life have to be so hard? I tried. Honestly I did. But nothing ever seemed to turn out right.

I grabbed my cloak and ran out to the stables, saddling Winsome and riding through the snowstorm. It was freezing! I kept on riding but soon, the snow started to blind me. I slowed down and trotted down the partially snow- covered road toward Bree.

Soon, it became so hard, I couldn't even see. I saw the small wood up ahead though and stopped under a tree.

Suddenly, Winsome bolted. Something must have startled him. I don't know what, but I clang onto the reins for dear life. I heard a voice shouting behind me.

"I'll get you! Mongrel Hobbit! I swear! I will get you! And your little family!"

I think I screamed, but I'm not sure, I whirled Winsome around and faced my assailant. I knew I could use the self defense that Mark had taught me, but that wouldn't really help me.

I dismounted and held tightly onto the reins of my horse. The man staggered forward in the snow and raised a knife. I screamed bloody murder and dodged as he swiped the air. I knew how to dodge this kind of attack, but in pounding snow, it was going to be hard. Very hard.

Suddenly, my assailant was shoved backward, and, I swear, I saw a figure begin to pound and bash him up. As I watched, the figure I thought I saw, came into view and helped me up. Before I fainted, I felt myself being lifted onto the horse and riding back toward home.



I woke up on the couch in the living room. Frodo was there. patting my forehead with a damp cloth. He looked relieved when I opened my eyes. Benny was there, and Billee, and Legolas. Emma was there, next to Boromir and Damon was in the corner. Elrond was there somewhere too.

"Are you okay, Jamie?" Frodo asked, with a worried tone in his voice.

"I-I think so. Who saved me?" I stammered with a croak in my voice. A figure stood and came forward out of the shadows. It was Randy.

"I saw you get off your horse, Jamie." He said, smiling a bit. "And I saw that guy come at you. To say sorry for the way I treated you in High School, I saved your butt."

Frodo sighed. "Do you know who the assailant was, Randy?"

"I do." I said and everyone turned to me. "It was the same guy who pushed Wendy into the lake. It was Gimli Dwarf."