Hey everyone!
There's more action in this chapter, and its not quite sooooo long and boring.
Thanks 4 review again, and sorry the last chapter was quite dim and dark; there's more good conversation in this one…
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*~*The Wind Child*~*
Upon the Hill
"We shall make for weather top, that fool of a ranger is sure to take them there. Anyway that is where the grey fool will make for, but he will not last the night and neither will the others." Hissed a cold voice
Narisunell knew that it was Carathon the leader of the wraiths and she quickened her pace. After all she was already in trouble and she didn't want to be punished even more.
***But what is he talking about? Grey fool… who is the grey fool…could it b Mithrandir? But I haven't heard from Gandalf in years… and anyway he wouldn't remember me… I hope he's not in danger… and this ranger…who is he? He must be the person who was with the hobbits…he is powerful…but who is he? ***
"So, child, you have finally decided to join us."
She made no reply.
"I trust you heard our conversation, and know where we are going then."
She nodded quietly.
"Well then girl, stop dallying around and get a move on."
"Yes Carathon"
Then all the riders swiftly mounted their terrifying black steeds and sped off through the countryside. It was late afternoon and the rain began to pick up again. Hurling itself at the riders' backs, but it didn't last long because the dusk appeared and with it, it brought mist. The mist was thick and conquering, it swirled itself around the feet of the hills so that the grass underneath them was invisible.
As the county got rougher, they grew closer to Weather top and the night came quickly.
Narisunell could sense the halflings and man were close. Then something terrible happened…
The dark superior hill above the riders (Weather top) suddenly came alight with a burst of flame. The flame lit a small cave and smoke rose from the area into the thick night sky. Narisunell knew that it was the hobbits and she was worried. Then the wraiths let out a shrill scream and dismounted quickly. They shouted at Narisunell to do the same, and she had no choice but to obey. Then the five riders advanced towards the hill and began to climb towards the terrified hobbits. Carathon who was in the lead had reached the intricately carved entrance arch and stood to face the four little figures. Narisunell came behind the other four and also stared menacingly at the poor hobbits.
*** I cannot allow myself to fight against these halflings *** she thought desperately. ***But if I do not then I will be severely punished***
The petrifying riders all stood in an arrow like formation with Carathon in the middle. He raised his sword above his head and then paused dramatically. After a while the halflings were not quaking so violently and three of them charged desperately foreword. The one who did not charge Narisunell knew to be Frodo and she looked at him with pity shown clearly in her sad eyes. Then Carathon expertly pushed the three hobbits defending Frodo aside and began to advance upon Frodo. The other wraiths began to cackle and jeer while Narisunell watched in horror. Her heart was screaming out to help Frodo, but she knew that if she did then she would be killed.
Frodo dropped his sword in shock and tried to run, but he tripped and fell backwards. Now he was defenceless, but in a last desperate attempt to save himself he put on the one ring!
The whole world stood still.
*** The ring…it is calling…I must obey…my master will be
pleased and I will be rewarded… no…I must be strong…I will renounce the
ring!***
The wraiths immediately knew where Frodo was and they came towards him, closer and closer. But Narisunell could not see him, for she had no connection with the ring except the lust for power that all had for it, so she couldn't see the people who bore it once they had it on. She felt helpless without the sight she would not know what became of him.
Then she heard it; a low-pitched desperate scream from Frodo erupted into the night. It made Narisunell's heart miss a beat.
*** Had they killed him!?! ***
But then she sensed his breathing; even though it was weak it made her feel slightly relieved.
She saw Carathon stoop down to finish Frodo off and she nearly died, but then Carathon was struck down.
*** What by who? ***
Then she saw him, he was tall and dark, he looked weathered by the wind and rain, but he was powerful and still strong and young. She nearly forgot she was staring at him until his gaze turned to meet hers. He couldn't see into her eyes because of her hood, but she was immediately insignificant under his gaze. She hadn't realised that all the wraiths had fled and she was the only one of the dark riders still upon the hill. Then with a slight grim smirk upon his face her raised his sword above his head and flung his torch of fire at Narisunell.
The fire hit her skin and Narisunell screamed in pain and rage. She had forgotten what side she was on, and it had cost her. With fire still burning upon her body she fled down the hill to the wraiths and rolled around in the damp moist earth to remove the flames. When she had finished her cloak was withered to shreds, parts of bare skin were showing and blood and blisters covered her chest and face.
A few minutes later whilst Narisunell was still in tears Carathon gathered the riders around him and said calmly,
"Now we begin the chase"
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