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Yay! Another chapter from me, Elfie. :) Enjoy it!
Nat's POV:

"Oh great. Teletubbies. Or should I say, Telazgul? And what's this they're riding?
Noo Noos. Brilliant." I hissed. We were all stuck under a tree trunk hiding from those awful....
beasts? The one of the black Teleriders got off his Noo Noo and started sniffing around the
trunk where we were hiding. I looked over at Frodo, who was pulling the most extraodinary face.
It looked as if he was constipated, but it was probably because he was fighting the impulse to
put on the ring. The hobbit called Pippin suddenly had this bright idea about chucking this bag
of mushrooms he had away somewhere to distract the Telazgul from us. I'm not impressed.
"Just do it." Emma whispered, "Then we can escape and go to Bree." So they did.
And it worked. This meant more running for us. Damn. We ended up sliding down ANOTHER
hill, jumping over a gate, with a Telerider close behind. We reached the Brandywine bridge,
after what seemed like eternity. But there was one slight problem. Frodo. Merry had undone
the rope and we were already drifting rapidly away from the bank. All was going well, apart
from the fact that Frodo was still running to catch up with us. He gave an amazing leap and
landed, quite unharmed on the raft. I'm still wondering how he managed it.
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"There it is." Sam said, "The Prancing Pony."
"At last." Emma said, relieved. We all hurried inside, as it was raining hard and
we were all soaked to the skin.
"I'm beginning to think that this wasn't such a good idea." I said to Emma as we
sat down at a table. I started to look around me. Plenty of men drinking themselves silly, lots
of smoke, and guy sitting at a table with his cloak hood on. I watched him as he gazed
around the pub. He paused when he saw Frodo.
"Hey," I said, "Emma, you see that man?"
"Yeah. What about him?" she looked at me with a sudden light in her eyes, "You
fancy him, don't you?"
"No I do not." I snapped, "Can't you see that he's taking a very special interest in
Frodo here?"
"Not really." Emma replied. I sighed. Emma has her thick moments, and this was one
of them. Merry came back clutching a large tankard of beer.
"This, my friend, is a pint." he said proudly, showing the tankard to Pippin.
"Wow. A pint. I'm getting one." Pippin said before hurrying up to the bar.
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"Baggins? Yeah I know a Baggins. Frodo Baggins. He's over there." Ok. Mental note
to self. Don't let Pippin drink again on this quest. Everything happened so quickly. Frodo fell
over and disappeared. The man in the corner dragging him away once he'd re-appeared again.
Emma followed them, leaving me with Sam, Merry and Pippin.
"We must save Mr Frodo." Sam exclaimed. "Hurry, he could be in danger."
"I'm sure he's ok." I said.
"We MUST save him. I promised Gandalf that I wouldn't let him outta my sight."
"Yeah, yeah. Ok. We'll find Frodo. God, don't cry about it." So we made our
way up the stairs until we found the room we were looking for. The hobbits grabbed weapons,
which mainly consisted of candlesticks and old chair legs, before we burst in.
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The man looked up suddenly and tried to draw his sword, except it caught in it's
sheath and fell to the floor. The man blushed before picking it up.
"Who are you?" Sam asked, his voice shaking.
"I am Strider." the man said pulling his hood back. "A ranger."
"Ooohhh." Emma whispered, "He's very cute too."
"Or not." I quipped. Strider crossed to the window, licked his fingers and tried
snuffing out the candle.
"Ouch!!!" he yelped, clutching his burnt fingers. "That REALLY hurt."
"Not a very good Ranger, are you?" I said nastily.
"Hey!!" Emma said. "That could happen to anyone."
"I...erm...I think I need to practise that a bit more." Strider said sheepishly.
"Ya. You do." I said, sneering at him.
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Later on, we were all asleep in bed. Execpt me. I got the shortest stick so I had to sleep
on the floor. Without much success. Ever tried sleeping on a hard wooden floor. No. And you
don't want to either. Not a very pleasant experience. Unless you enjoy having splinters in your
face. I sat up. Strider was sitting by the window, apparently keeping watch. It certainly
LOOKED like he was watching, but the loud snores kinda gave it away. I rolled my eyes and
crossed to where he was.
"Ewwww." I said. "He's dribbling." I shook him. No responce. I tried again.
Still no response. "Hey Ranger!" I yelled in his ear. That did it. Strider woke with a start.
"Huh? I'm awake!!"
"Aren't you supposed to be keeping watch?" I said.
"Yes."
"But you weren't."
"Ah....yeah. Could you not mention that to anyone, please?"
"I guess. And by the way, you were dribbling like crazy."
"I was?"
"Yeah." Strider began wiping his face frantically.
"Gone?"
"Uh huh."
"Tha..." A loud screech cut him off. "The Telazgul!" he said. God, they really
don't give up, do they? Emma and the hobbits woke up instantly.

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