*****CHAPTER 2*****
Strider came up to join the hobbits, who were huddled concernedly round Frodo. He was still miffed about his less-than-perfect
yell and so making up for it with the occasoinal yelp of pain.
'Haha! I rule! I set a ringwraith on fire!' exclaimed Strider.
'WHAT?' replied three disbelieving hobbits (Frodo couldn't reply as he was otherwise engaged - dying)
'Amazing, wasn't it?!' said Strider, mistaking the hobbits' reaction. 'It did seem a bit odd that there was only one of them,
though...'
'Strider, that was the Jolly Ringwraith!' informed Sam.
Silence. Wind whistles.
'Oooops...' said Strider.
'And I thought I was an idiot!' said Pippin.
'Don't worry, Pip, you are,' assured Merry.
'Well, it doesn't matter anyway,' said Strider, obviously relieved by this thought he'd had, 'I can't have killed him cos he's
already dead.'
'What?!' exclaimed Frodo, sitting up suddenly and making everyone jump.
'What do you mean?' asked a confused and suspicious Sam.
'Hey, Frodo,' said Strider, 'aren't you meant to be dying?'
'Oh yeah. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAgh!' Frodo flopped down again dramatically.
'I thought you knew that all ringwraiths are dead. That evil guy, whatsisname, uhhhh, um...'
'Sauron?' suggested Merry.
'That's the one, yeah, Sauron, he basically killed them when he gave them the rings. So I didn't kill the Jolly Ringwraith.'
Frodo's screams cease momentarily. 'The Jolly Ringwraith died ages ago.'
Pippin, who had not heard most of the conversation as he was positioned next to Frodo, 'What?! What have you done, you monster!'
'Oh, keep up Pippin,' exclaimed Merry. Everyone bar Frodo plugged their ears.
'We really need to get Frodo to the elves, I can't stand Frodo's screaming any more,' said Merry, wincing.
Strider looked relieved. 'Good idea, I'mm getting a headache,' he said.
'Oy, you lot,' said Frodo indignantly, 'you're meant to be concerned that I'm likely to die.'
'Yeah, yeah, whatever,' sighed Merry, not really listening.
Strider came up to join the hobbits, who were huddled concernedly round Frodo. He was still miffed about his less-than-perfect
yell and so making up for it with the occasoinal yelp of pain.
'Haha! I rule! I set a ringwraith on fire!' exclaimed Strider.
'WHAT?' replied three disbelieving hobbits (Frodo couldn't reply as he was otherwise engaged - dying)
'Amazing, wasn't it?!' said Strider, mistaking the hobbits' reaction. 'It did seem a bit odd that there was only one of them,
though...'
'Strider, that was the Jolly Ringwraith!' informed Sam.
Silence. Wind whistles.
'Oooops...' said Strider.
'And I thought I was an idiot!' said Pippin.
'Don't worry, Pip, you are,' assured Merry.
'Well, it doesn't matter anyway,' said Strider, obviously relieved by this thought he'd had, 'I can't have killed him cos he's
already dead.'
'What?!' exclaimed Frodo, sitting up suddenly and making everyone jump.
'What do you mean?' asked a confused and suspicious Sam.
'Hey, Frodo,' said Strider, 'aren't you meant to be dying?'
'Oh yeah. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAgh!' Frodo flopped down again dramatically.
'I thought you knew that all ringwraiths are dead. That evil guy, whatsisname, uhhhh, um...'
'Sauron?' suggested Merry.
'That's the one, yeah, Sauron, he basically killed them when he gave them the rings. So I didn't kill the Jolly Ringwraith.'
Frodo's screams cease momentarily. 'The Jolly Ringwraith died ages ago.'
Pippin, who had not heard most of the conversation as he was positioned next to Frodo, 'What?! What have you done, you monster!'
'Oh, keep up Pippin,' exclaimed Merry. Everyone bar Frodo plugged their ears.
'We really need to get Frodo to the elves, I can't stand Frodo's screaming any more,' said Merry, wincing.
Strider looked relieved. 'Good idea, I'mm getting a headache,' he said.
'Oy, you lot,' said Frodo indignantly, 'you're meant to be concerned that I'm likely to die.'
'Yeah, yeah, whatever,' sighed Merry, not really listening.