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The next morning we packed up and followed Strider out of Bree. We found that his intent was to take us to Rivendale, to see the elves. We walked in a companionable if somewhat scared silence, with Pippin chattering now and then. I followed last, so that I could keep an eye on everything. Soon the hobbits stopped and began unpacking food and cooking supplies. "Gentlemen, we do not stop until nightfall," commented Strider as he continued.
"What about breakfast?" asked the every hungry Pippin.
"We've already had it," replied a confused ranger.
"We've had one yes, but what about second breakfast?" Strider met my eyes and I saw the laughter in them. Without a reply he continued forward. "I don't think he knows about second breakfast Pip," commented Merry. I laughed as Pippin's face fell. "What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them doesn't he?"
"I wouldn't count on it." Merry patted his shoulder and followed Strider. Seeing Pippin's alarmed and crestfallen face I pulled an apple from my bag and tossed it at Pippin. Giving him a wink I motioned for him to follow the others.
About a half hour before sunset Strider paused and pointed to some ruins atop a hill. "This was the great watchtower of Amon Sul. We shall rest here tonight." Weary and hungry we all gratefully followed him up. When we had made camp he pulled out a bundle of short swords. "These are for you. Keep them close. I'm going to have a look around. Stay here." We passed them around and each of us strapped ours on our belts. An hour later we had eaten a simple meal and fallen asleep. I was awakened by the sound of Frodo's yelling. "Put it out you fools! Put it out!" I sat up and saw that The other hobbits had created a fire for more food while Frodo and I slept. Hearing something on the wind I looked over the lip of the hollow where we were residing. A Nazgul cry pierced the silence. Jumping up Frodo and I ushered the others up to the top.
The lot of us pulled out swords and I wished that the hobbits had had time to learn to use them properly. They did their best to defend Frodo, as did I. A wraith led me to away from Frodo and out of the corner of my eye I saw another lowering a dagger. With a sharp cry I leapt in front of the hobbit and felt a ripping sensation unlike anything I've every felt before in my right shoulder. Just before I welcomed the beckoning darkness I saw Strider appear with his long sword and a long burning flame. I welcomed the black.
The next morning we packed up and followed Strider out of Bree. We found that his intent was to take us to Rivendale, to see the elves. We walked in a companionable if somewhat scared silence, with Pippin chattering now and then. I followed last, so that I could keep an eye on everything. Soon the hobbits stopped and began unpacking food and cooking supplies. "Gentlemen, we do not stop until nightfall," commented Strider as he continued.
"What about breakfast?" asked the every hungry Pippin.
"We've already had it," replied a confused ranger.
"We've had one yes, but what about second breakfast?" Strider met my eyes and I saw the laughter in them. Without a reply he continued forward. "I don't think he knows about second breakfast Pip," commented Merry. I laughed as Pippin's face fell. "What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them doesn't he?"
"I wouldn't count on it." Merry patted his shoulder and followed Strider. Seeing Pippin's alarmed and crestfallen face I pulled an apple from my bag and tossed it at Pippin. Giving him a wink I motioned for him to follow the others.
About a half hour before sunset Strider paused and pointed to some ruins atop a hill. "This was the great watchtower of Amon Sul. We shall rest here tonight." Weary and hungry we all gratefully followed him up. When we had made camp he pulled out a bundle of short swords. "These are for you. Keep them close. I'm going to have a look around. Stay here." We passed them around and each of us strapped ours on our belts. An hour later we had eaten a simple meal and fallen asleep. I was awakened by the sound of Frodo's yelling. "Put it out you fools! Put it out!" I sat up and saw that The other hobbits had created a fire for more food while Frodo and I slept. Hearing something on the wind I looked over the lip of the hollow where we were residing. A Nazgul cry pierced the silence. Jumping up Frodo and I ushered the others up to the top.
The lot of us pulled out swords and I wished that the hobbits had had time to learn to use them properly. They did their best to defend Frodo, as did I. A wraith led me to away from Frodo and out of the corner of my eye I saw another lowering a dagger. With a sharp cry I leapt in front of the hobbit and felt a ripping sensation unlike anything I've every felt before in my right shoulder. Just before I welcomed the beckoning darkness I saw Strider appear with his long sword and a long burning flame. I welcomed the black.