Okay, so how did you like the last chapter?

I know it wasn't perfect because the layout of the story got mixed up.  I couldn't get italics to work so it was probably unclear when she was thinking and when she was not.  So, without further ado here is the next instalment of the story…………

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*~*The Wind Child *~*

Chapter 3: Flight to the Prancing Pony

Her cloak fell away from her thin face and adjusted itself around her slim solders.  L Letting the breeze whip her hair up into the wind and direct it passionately about her face. She had left the wraiths behind after promising to meet them again in or near Bree.  She was to pursue any hobbits she found wandering in the wild and kill them.  However she was not entirely certain she would obey her orders at this time, because her mind was unclear.

Why should I kill these halflings?  They have done nothing to me, and yet I desire the ring.  Oh how I long for it, but why?  It is not mine.  I do not need it.  So, why am I being like this?  Am I greedy?

And she rode on in this delirious manner; deep in thought for at least a couple of miles.

The beautiful sunset glazed her eyes and made them fiery once again, but they were not angry, they were free and alive.  They could gaze anywhere they pleased, and that was exactly what they did.  Narisunell slowed her beautiful stallion when she was high upon a hill and allowed her self to take in the view.

It was breathtaking.  The sun began to fall behind the ragged rocks that were strewn around the country.  The dying sun cast its last rays upon the shimmering river that snaked its path in the valley nearby.  This place was so tranquil and young, it made Narisunell wish that they had not disturbed it and left the young land to itself. 

When the sun had finally fallen and the dusk was leaving, Narisunell packed away her pots, pans and various other bits of cooking equipment she owned whilst savouring the taste of her meal that had recently descended down her throat.  Before she left she sat by the dying embers of the fire for a while, just thinking confused thoughts.  Then the cool night air swept in.  It was like a cold hand that reached around her throat telling her that the other eight of her company were nearby.

I must protect the halflings!  If they find them first, then the ring bearer will not live to tell the tale!

"Fly, Emi fly" she shrieked to her horse.

So the panicked horse and rider flew down the hill in the night that was deep ebony and filled with few stars. She knew the ring was near, she could sense it.  Her ears could make out the deep drumming hooves of eight horses not too far behind.  So she urged her horse on.

"Faster" she cried

She knew the others were gaining on her fast and she looked back to see them moving ever closer.

Sighing a deep sigh, she slowed down.  Feeling horrible as if she had failed.  The others would find the halflings and kill them.  She would be powerless against the wraiths and she knew there was no point trying to resist.  As Narisunell felt a few tears fall silently down her cheek, she heard something that made her heart stop…

"Master Frodo, there's no sign of 'em" said a stout halfling

"Okay Sam then lets go!" answered another similar voice.

I have to act fast, but what should I do?  The others will have spotted the halflings by now…wait, the only choice I have is to chase them; I just hope they are smart enough to not be caught.

Then she turned around to the other riders, who were now quite close and motioned to them that she would chase the hobbits.  She knew exactly where they were and she could see them clearly.  They did not notice her presence at all and they began their hurried walk again.  Her horse Emizell, betrayed her and let out a shrill cry causing the dark riders behind her to look up giving her the signal to begin the chase.

So, it began.  The hobbits were startled and tried to turn back but she blocked them for she knew that it would be terribly dangerous to go that way.  The wraiths were not far behind and they would show no mercy.  She knew she had to drive them foreword, but that was easier said than done.  One hobbit, (the one she thought to be called 'Frodo') was behind her and trying to make his way back.  She could tell he was the ring bearer, it was not hard to see and the ring was beckoning to her,

You could have great power, you could be Queen… It would be great!  All would love you and slaves would do your every desire.  All you have to do is take me

"NOOO" she shouted out loud.  "I will not give in to this."

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The other hobbits were now further away, they had jumped over a tall, white fence in their panic and if they were not careful then they would leave the other hobbit behind.

"I must do something; I must let the halfling go…" Thought Narisunell desperately.

So, the frightened hobbit swept past her just in the nick of time.

Oh no he's not going to make it… Please hurry… Oh lord let him make it… oh please!

He got there just in time, any later and he wouldn't have been able to jump the gap onto the small ferry where the other hobbits were standing.  But he had made it and that was all that mattered.

Narisunell had got so caught up in the whole ordeal that she had only just realised where she was standing,

Why am I here on the edge of this platform?  Do I desire the ring this much?  I cannot even control my own actions.

The thin pale moon illuminated her sorrowful face before she turned back into the shadows to follow the ring wraiths to Bree and to the Prancing Pony.

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They were very close to the inn, only a couple of miles away, so, upon the hill where Narisunell and the wraiths stood.  Narisunell could just make out four stout dark shapes entering the gates of the inn and she breathed a small sigh of relief.

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