Disclaimer: Not mine. None of LotR stuff is mine. Only the 'nameless' dark rider. The Lord of the Rings belongs to the brilliant J.R.R. Tolkein, but *dramatic pause* he's dead.*sob*
I'm giving the Ringwraiths a bit of credit. *gasp* horrible me. I'm giving them a gift. And that gift is......... humor!
*prounounced ul-NA ya-ZOOL-a
**s-al-IN-sa
Well, now... um... what do I say here? Perhaps I should introduce you to my friend. *Looks around* maybe not. Perhaps she'll be here by the time the story's over.
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"The town's under attack! Hurry!"
Bree was in absolute chaos. Four black riders had attacked the town. At least eight, if not more, hobbits had been killed.
From the shadows, a black cloaked stranger laughed. He lead his horse to the gate and mounted up. Riding swiftly after the black riders.
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"We did it," one of the riders hissed in the forest.
"Of coursssse we did it, you fffffool!" the second one hissed back.
"It wasss eassy!" the third said.
"We did not do it," the fourth argued. "The hobbitssss got away. With the ring. We musssst follow them."
"Where did they go?" the first wondered.
"To Weathertop of coursssse," the fourth said.
"Let'ssss go," the third said.
They rode off with a shreik that sent the few remaining birds flying off, and a chill down the cloaked stranger's back. He was no fool, and no scardy-cat either. He was a trained warrior. He brushed the cloak back. Revealing a woman! She brushed her pure black hair back, revealing elf ears. "*Ulma Usula," she called.
A black stallion trotted forward. She patted his neck. "Ready to go rescue-"she lowered her voice to the Wraith hiss "the hobbitssssss."
He neighed and stomped his foot. "All right all right! Let's ride!"
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The four hobbits stood in a circle. Each with their swords out. Frightened expressions on their faces.
The four Wraiths climbed into the cove where the hobbits waited.
"Hobbitssss. We want the ring hobbitssss," the first one said.
Frodo opened his mouth to reply, but couldn't.
"Give uss the ring!" the second one said.
"Too late boys," a cloaked figure shouted. In her hands they saw streaks of fire, ropes. She snapped it out. It grabbed one's ankel and tripped it.
"It'sss the fatherlesssss witch!"
"That's right, my friends," she said. "I have returned for you." She lowered her voice to a menacing growl. "If I had know you were here, I would have invited," she imated the hisses, "**Ssssalansssa!"
They shreiked in, what was terror for them. "My friend, the fire witch. Now, I do have the power to call her to my side so-"
One of them threw a mongul sword at her. She stepped easily aside, coming closer the wraiths. "So I'd be careful where you step."
The one she tripped stepped up behind her. Even the hobbit's shouted warnings came too late to stop the knife, digging deep into her back.
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*giggles* I'm soooo evil, you know?!?!
Well any-a-way, you have to review. Please don't be toooo harsh. If you flame can you NOT say: I hated it. It was the worse ever. Okay? Please be gentle.
Nameless dark one: Why is this my name?
Me: Because I haven't told them it yet.
Salansa: Why is my name all S'y like that?
Me: BECAUSE! Now, Sal, the rest of you, you can just forget you're in the story, because if I don't get at least ONE saying they liked it, I won't do it.
I'm giving the Ringwraiths a bit of credit. *gasp* horrible me. I'm giving them a gift. And that gift is......... humor!
*prounounced ul-NA ya-ZOOL-a
**s-al-IN-sa
Well, now... um... what do I say here? Perhaps I should introduce you to my friend. *Looks around* maybe not. Perhaps she'll be here by the time the story's over.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"The town's under attack! Hurry!"
Bree was in absolute chaos. Four black riders had attacked the town. At least eight, if not more, hobbits had been killed.
From the shadows, a black cloaked stranger laughed. He lead his horse to the gate and mounted up. Riding swiftly after the black riders.
~~~~~~~~
"We did it," one of the riders hissed in the forest.
"Of coursssse we did it, you fffffool!" the second one hissed back.
"It wasss eassy!" the third said.
"We did not do it," the fourth argued. "The hobbitssss got away. With the ring. We musssst follow them."
"Where did they go?" the first wondered.
"To Weathertop of coursssse," the fourth said.
"Let'ssss go," the third said.
They rode off with a shreik that sent the few remaining birds flying off, and a chill down the cloaked stranger's back. He was no fool, and no scardy-cat either. He was a trained warrior. He brushed the cloak back. Revealing a woman! She brushed her pure black hair back, revealing elf ears. "*Ulma Usula," she called.
A black stallion trotted forward. She patted his neck. "Ready to go rescue-"she lowered her voice to the Wraith hiss "the hobbitssssss."
He neighed and stomped his foot. "All right all right! Let's ride!"
~~~~~~~~
The four hobbits stood in a circle. Each with their swords out. Frightened expressions on their faces.
The four Wraiths climbed into the cove where the hobbits waited.
"Hobbitssss. We want the ring hobbitssss," the first one said.
Frodo opened his mouth to reply, but couldn't.
"Give uss the ring!" the second one said.
"Too late boys," a cloaked figure shouted. In her hands they saw streaks of fire, ropes. She snapped it out. It grabbed one's ankel and tripped it.
"It'sss the fatherlesssss witch!"
"That's right, my friends," she said. "I have returned for you." She lowered her voice to a menacing growl. "If I had know you were here, I would have invited," she imated the hisses, "**Ssssalansssa!"
They shreiked in, what was terror for them. "My friend, the fire witch. Now, I do have the power to call her to my side so-"
One of them threw a mongul sword at her. She stepped easily aside, coming closer the wraiths. "So I'd be careful where you step."
The one she tripped stepped up behind her. Even the hobbit's shouted warnings came too late to stop the knife, digging deep into her back.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*giggles* I'm soooo evil, you know?!?!
Well any-a-way, you have to review. Please don't be toooo harsh. If you flame can you NOT say: I hated it. It was the worse ever. Okay? Please be gentle.
Nameless dark one: Why is this my name?
Me: Because I haven't told them it yet.
Salansa: Why is my name all S'y like that?
Me: BECAUSE! Now, Sal, the rest of you, you can just forget you're in the story, because if I don't get at least ONE saying they liked it, I won't do it.