This id my first EVER fan fic, so, please be nice and review
Arian hated the prancing pony, but she must do what she must do. She worked as a waitress there for many months and she despised the drunken oafs that she had to serve every day. Today there were many hobbits there, very unnatural for hobbits to be away from home like that. So she took a particular liking to them.
She also noticed a dark figure in the corner, looking at the hobbits and nothing else all night. She was very leery about him and kept her eye on him. She took the hobbits orders then brought them their meal. Two of them were very content on having pints alone. She was contending to someone's bill and she heard a commotion by the counter and she hurried to investigate.
The hobbit had tripped over some ones foot and plummeted to the ground, and . disappeared! She couldn't believe it. And then she saw him reappear over by the support beams in the Bree. She then saw the mysterious man in black grab him and push him up the stairs. She was half way up the stairs when she heard her customers swear at he to bring beer. She shuttered and with one last look at the stairs regretfully walked to get a round of beer. After work, she walked down the street of bree, worried about the little hobbit. She could scene something was wrong and she looked around, she knew someone was watching her. And the back hairs of her neck prickled. She searched the darkened windows and she saw no one, so she kept walking. She knew something was coming and she needed to find the hobbits before then. She heard the doors to Bree open and she knew something was wrong.
Loud, it was far too loud. She turned around and saw the worst thing she could have seen, riders in black. She knew of them and what they were looking for.
THE HALFLING! ! ! What was it Gandalf had said about the hobbits? It had been so long, but she knew that a halfling had something that the blackriders wanted. And she knew the blackriders weren't good.
She ran down the street and saw the thing she feared the most, the black rider. She had encountered them once before and she knew what there ploy was. Even though her knees were quaking she drew the sword she had concealed and whistled loudly and a shrill cry from the riders was her reply. The Nine Riders were on their way to a hobbit-sized room. Not good.
" Why do you haunt the halflings? Take me, and leave their cheery souls to think of something more pleasant then your presence." She said in a voice that startled even her.
"We do not want you, you are no use to us, other then a mere road block."
And with that the rider stood tall and lunged at her. She tried to remember her training, left, down, block, strike, she tried but the rider was far more experienced.
She heard steps behind her as she was fighting and prayed it was not one of his companions. A blade suddenly joined the battle, and Arian was knocked to the ground. She gingerly got up and saw a strange man fighting in her stead.
She drew her sword once again and she joined in the battle. She was fairing well, until she heard nazgul crys for up above. She let her guard down and the next thing she knew she was hurtled against the wall.
That's all for today, PLEASE I BEG OF YOU REVIEW!!!!
Arian hated the prancing pony, but she must do what she must do. She worked as a waitress there for many months and she despised the drunken oafs that she had to serve every day. Today there were many hobbits there, very unnatural for hobbits to be away from home like that. So she took a particular liking to them.
She also noticed a dark figure in the corner, looking at the hobbits and nothing else all night. She was very leery about him and kept her eye on him. She took the hobbits orders then brought them their meal. Two of them were very content on having pints alone. She was contending to someone's bill and she heard a commotion by the counter and she hurried to investigate.
The hobbit had tripped over some ones foot and plummeted to the ground, and . disappeared! She couldn't believe it. And then she saw him reappear over by the support beams in the Bree. She then saw the mysterious man in black grab him and push him up the stairs. She was half way up the stairs when she heard her customers swear at he to bring beer. She shuttered and with one last look at the stairs regretfully walked to get a round of beer. After work, she walked down the street of bree, worried about the little hobbit. She could scene something was wrong and she looked around, she knew someone was watching her. And the back hairs of her neck prickled. She searched the darkened windows and she saw no one, so she kept walking. She knew something was coming and she needed to find the hobbits before then. She heard the doors to Bree open and she knew something was wrong.
Loud, it was far too loud. She turned around and saw the worst thing she could have seen, riders in black. She knew of them and what they were looking for.
THE HALFLING! ! ! What was it Gandalf had said about the hobbits? It had been so long, but she knew that a halfling had something that the blackriders wanted. And she knew the blackriders weren't good.
She ran down the street and saw the thing she feared the most, the black rider. She had encountered them once before and she knew what there ploy was. Even though her knees were quaking she drew the sword she had concealed and whistled loudly and a shrill cry from the riders was her reply. The Nine Riders were on their way to a hobbit-sized room. Not good.
" Why do you haunt the halflings? Take me, and leave their cheery souls to think of something more pleasant then your presence." She said in a voice that startled even her.
"We do not want you, you are no use to us, other then a mere road block."
And with that the rider stood tall and lunged at her. She tried to remember her training, left, down, block, strike, she tried but the rider was far more experienced.
She heard steps behind her as she was fighting and prayed it was not one of his companions. A blade suddenly joined the battle, and Arian was knocked to the ground. She gingerly got up and saw a strange man fighting in her stead.
She drew her sword once again and she joined in the battle. She was fairing well, until she heard nazgul crys for up above. She let her guard down and the next thing she knew she was hurtled against the wall.
That's all for today, PLEASE I BEG OF YOU REVIEW!!!!