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The hobbits ate in silence for the most part until Sam asked about why orcs would have attacked them then left so quickly.

"Well my dear Samwise, they may have wanted to test our strength. Seeing it was formidable, they left to inform their leader on it. I can almost be sure that we will see them again ere this journey is over." Replied Strider assisting Frodo in cleaning up. The young hobbit seemed happy to have a friend such as Strider yet he was also afraid of him. Merry and Pippin looked to each other then to Strider.

"What do you mean Strider?" asked Merry, a hint of nervousness to his tone.

"I mean Merry that the orcs will be back in due time and in more numbers. We have to leave this area as quickly as we can," said the Man taking both Pippin and Merry's plates. Pippin fidgeted nervously.

"What would they do to us if they had caught us?" he slowly asked, his eyes now shifting about.

"Worry about it later. I do not wish to frighten you" the man handed Frodo the cleaned plates which Frodo put away.

"Come on both of you. You knew what the journey was going to be like. Stop bothering Strider. He is our guide and we should trust him." Frodo's eyes shifted to Strider as he spoke. A genuine look of amazement crossed the man's face for only a moment.

"And as your guide, I am to get you to Rivendell safely. Come, we should be moving along." He stood and walked back to their only horse Bill that carried the supplies. He replaced the packs that had been removed and then they set out once more.

After a few hours more, they came to Weathertop.

"We will rest here tonight" their guide said rather flatly and proceeded towards Weathertop. They made camp and then Strider tossed a collection of short swords down.

"Use them well" he tossed each hobbit one and handed one to Frodo, being the closest. "I will be back soon" Strider stood and walked into the darkness. Frodo fell asleep during the time Strider left and the time his companions decided to cook. Frodo's dreams seemed to revolve around their guide. He kept telling himself once this was over, Strider would just disappear off into the wilds again and never again be seen. But somehow, Frodo wanted to stay with Strider. Something about the man drew the hobbit to him and told him to trust. The hobbit sat up slowly and gasped in horror.

"What are you doing!" yelled Frodo as he bounded over and kicked out the fire. Merry, Pippin and Sam looked at him as if he had gone mad.

"Do you want to bring trouble here?" demanded Frodo. Sam stood beside his master and friend as the four hobbits looked over the misty valley below. Five black figures were closing in. dropping everything but their swords, the hobbit raced up the stairs and stood n the middle of Weathertop. They waited in nervous anticipation for the figures to show. Finally they did and the hobbits defended Frodo. Sam was knocked aside like a rag doll and Merry and Pippin thrown to either side. Frodo, in his terror, dropped his sword and then shortly after, fell over. The lead figure's gaze was drawn to the hobbit when Frodo pulled out the Ring. When Frodo disappeared, he saw that the black robed figures were indeed kings of old. He gasped in pain as the lead figure stabbed his shoulder with a dark blade. With blinding pain and terror, Frodo managed to see Strider leap out with a torch in his hand and calling to him. Frodo removed the ring and then screamed in pain once more. Sam, Merry and Pippin were at his side instantly. Strider quickly dispatched the figures and then turned to the hobbit.

"It was a morgul blade," he said and swept the hobbit up into his arms. "We have to hurry"

// Please hold on Frodo….// thought the man as he raced against time…

TBC….

Yes I am using parts from the book and I know did not get the quotes right and I added a new beginning but ey! I that's what fanfiction is right?