There is no helping it this is going to be a longer chapter. I tried to split it up and it did not work
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Chapter 13 The Depth of Darkness
Oh How I hate the dark. I hate it with a passion unbridled even by my great love for Eru. Down through the depths of time, from the beginning of that terrible note of discord, that note that was created by my fallen brother, He who's name we do not speak. I have hated it. Down through all the long depths of time until now that feeling passes to these lost souls that powers desire has destroyed. They have no thought or will except through Sauron, and their whole being is all totally given to the searching of the one Ring of power. Now this beloved hobbit child stands in the way of their foul purpose and without help the ring will devour his spirit and make it an unholy match for the dark riders soulless selves. And now they were near, so close that I could almost feel their dark breath upon my skin.
Frodo was exhausted from the evil of the ring and he threw himself to the ground and was almost immediately fast asleep. The other lads gave no thought to anything except the hollow feeing in their stomachs and they thought it was a good time to cook. So they lit a fire and put on their pots to cook a meal. Sam had thought that a good meal would do Frodo some good. I do not think that they realized that lighting a fire was not a very good thought. They did not realize that even a small fire could be seen for miles and that it would serve as a beacon to tell anyone that cared to see "Here I am" They made their tatties and sausage and nice crispy bacon and their little bits of tomatoes. The smell brightened their hearts and the taste made the juices grow in their bellies If Strider had been there he would not have let that fire be lit but he was not here. He had felt a real need to see how close the enemy was, and that he knew, would take some time. He had no idea that their bellies would over rule their common sense. Oh what am I saying? Hobbits have no fear that sticks to their hearts and souls and it would take so much more for them to learn caution. I only hope that they did not learn at the expense of lives. My foolish hobbit children!
"Frodo wake up" I whispered in his ear "Frodo love, wake up evil approaches" I felt him stir and whispered again until he woke enough to smell what was on the fire and awake enough so that he could see that there was a fire where it should not be. He saw the Light and turned to look "What are you doing" he screamed at them " Merry said " Tomatoes, Sausage and nice crispy bacon" He was please with himself and thought that Frodo would be also and then Sam chimed in "We saved some for you Mr. Frodo" Frodo quickly scrambled to his feet and ran over to the fire. He knew that it was a terrible mistake to make a fire in this place. Frodo yelled at them "Put it out you fools Put it out." And he put out the fire with his feet. Sam and Merry and Pippin did not know what to make of this behavior of Frodo's. All they were trying to do was have a nice meal, in a quiet time and now to add to it Pippin was upset, Frodo had gotten ash in his tomatoes. Then they heard the screams of the Ringwraiths and it sound far too close. They ran and looked around the base of Amon Sul and then they saw them, there were evil things approaching.
Strider was a distance away when he heard the screams and knew that the hobbits were in danger and he started running. He could smell wood smoke on the wind and realized that the hobbits had made a fire and called the ringwraiths to where they were. "Oh foolish Foolish Hobbits" was all he thought as he ran. He knew that he would need to have a moment to kindle a fire for the ringwraiths were afraid of it. That and His sword where the only weapons that he had. But would he have time.
In the meantime the hobbits had seen their danger approaching and grabbed the swords that Strider had given them. Frodo motioned for them to go up higher into the center of the tower remains. Now they were frightened. The Ringwraiths were coming and they were alone and trapped and they did not know what to do. So the placed themselves back to back. They did not know where to watch or where the Ringwraiths would come from. The ringwraiths were projecting all that was in their evil spirits ahead of them and the little hollow on the hill was full of terror. Strider was still not quite close enough But maybe if I could for one brief instant slow time , and maybe it would be enough to give him time to here and to be able to kindle a fire the Wraiths were afraid of fire. Time seemed so slow to them that stood in terrors shadow "where were they" This was the thought on all their minds. Frodo saw them first before his comrades, the Witch King was the first to top the tower he could not quite see them but he could smell them, for the hobbits were nothing but fear at this moment and fear has a bitter smell and it brought pleasure to his undead heart.. The Hobbits, each of them were praying to Eru to give them strength and Praying that Strider would come to help them. They felt the Fear that was in Frodo as he caught the first sight of evil. They formed ranks, Sam was in the front, and then Merry and Pippin and they had placed themselves right in front of Frodo to protect him. Closer and closer the Ringwraiths came for now all five for that was all there were. All that there were in the hollow of Amon Sul. Where was the other four? The Ringwraiths drew their swords. They towered over the Little Hobbits even taller that most men. For the Undead Kings had been tall even when they were part of the living world. They bore down on my Hobbits. Sam, brave Sam jumped out in Front and Screamed defiance at them, they were going to get at Frodo only by going through him "Back you devils" The Wraiths laughed and slapped him aside they did not even bother to kill him, that would come later and then they would enjoy the death screams of these miserable creatures. They were after better prey. Sam flew and hit a wall. I checked he was fine just a little wind was knocked out of him. Then Merry and Pippin as one moved and placed themselves right in front of Frodo. I was so proud of them but I knew that it was no use. The Wraiths just knocked them aside as if they were a Hobbit Childs rag dolls. Now it was just Frodo and The Five and the came step by step closer and closer to Frodo. Frodo forgot who he was, for now he was fear. He stepped backwards and the sword dropped from his fingers and he knew it not. He stepped back as fast as he could and then he stumbled. The ring began to chant and the wraiths voices were now a part of the rings speech and Frodo heard and answered by taking the ring out. The ring chanted for Frodo to put the ring on and it would protect him, I whispered to him "no". The fear that was present was so much stronger. Frodo looked at the ring and then at the wraiths and he crawled backwards. Until he could crawl no further, his back was against a wall. The fear was mounting the closer the wraiths came to him. He could stand it no longer. I whispered on the wind Oh Strider Hurry! I could not stop him. Frodo put on the ring.
Frodo was in their world now. It was a world of shadows but now he could see the twisted wraiths as they appeared in the shadow world. Tall twisted parody's of men and they laughed at Frodo, for now they could see him. He was nothing; they could see the ring upon his finger. The witch king came closer until he was standing right on top of Frodo, all the while reaching for the ring. The ring was sliding off of Frodo's finger coming to the desire of the Wraith and Frodo was fighting with every ounce of his strength. He was fighting both the Ringwraiths desire and the desire of the ring. Closer and closer the Witch king came and just as he was about to touch Frodo's finger, I gave Frodo just a little more strength, it was all I could do and Frodo pulled his hand to himself. The Witch King stepped back and then he grew angry. How dare this puny mortal defy him He had broken greater men then this little insignificant halfling? How dare he! He would take the ring and this creature would scream for ten thousand years begging for mercy. The witch King had in his hands a weapon that would turn this creature into one like them, one that they could play with. His anger was great He stabbed Frodo aiming for his heart, but I turned the blade just at the last instant and the knife sunk deep into Frodo's shoulder. And there was Frodo skewered like a butterfly pinned like a human child's experiment. Frodo could not move the pain was too great. The witch King moved so slowly to take the ring, he moved slowly knowing that Frodo could not fight him and the slowness of his movement would cause more pain to Frodo not knowing when he would finally reach the ring and tear it from Frodo's Grasp. Then when all hope had failed Strider came, He came with sword and flame. Strider could see the Ringwraith bent over something and he could hear screams from a great distance. He beat back the Ringwraith and begun the battle with those dark creatures. For one instant he looked for the hobbits. But he only saw a few of them out of the corner of his eye. Where was Frodo? Frodo could see a dark shape carrying flame and that shape made the terrible king leave him. With the last ounce of strength that Frodo possessed he pulled the ring from his hand and Screamed.