=My own experience with Lord Of The Rings=

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Chapter 11:

Frodo gets hurt!

"I wish I had brought my camera…" I muttered as we bed down for the night on a cliff near some old ruins. I think that they called it Whetherthrop. Then I whipped around with my index fingers and thumbs making a square, "Kodiak Moment!"

"By far, you are the strangest girl that I have ever met." Samwise said, starting up a fire. Frodo was already asleep and Strider was scouting the area, so the rest of us were getting warm, since it looked like it might start raining soon. Before he went away, Strider had given the Hobbits daggers, which annoyed me, because he hadn't given me one. Of course, considering that he probably thought that I would stab him with it, I didn't blame him.

"Well, compared to this Rosie of yours, I'm sure that any girl would be classed as weird." I said, feigning hurt feelings.

"Don't you go making fun of his Rosie." Pippin said.

"You're not half the girl that she is." Merry finished the speech that we had heard once from Sam before and had started teasing him with.

"I know, I know. I heard it all before. Sorry, Sam dear." I said, pouting.

"Now you three are likely to get your dinners dropped in the fire, if you understand what I'm saying." Sam shook a piece of sausage over the fire, warningly. Of course he knew that we were just teasing, and was taking it well.

As I started eating dinner, I thought about how great Hobbits were. Most liked all the same stuff that I liked, smoking and drinking aside, and they were just so cool! There was too much to say about Hobbits just to fit it all in one thought.

Just then, Frodo sat up, looking very alarmed. He looked off the cliff, then ran over to where the fire was.

"What are you doing?" He cried, highly alarmed, stomping on the fire with his bare feet, "Put it out, you fools! Put it out!"

Everyone looked at him, sort of confused until we heard this horrible screeching sound approaching. Frodo started running up the mountain, with the rest of us following. I did not think of that as the smartest thing to do, considering that there was nowhere to go once you reached the top, but considering that they were Hobbits and hadn't spent most of their lives watching war movies, I had to forgive them.

As we reached the top and were able to see the quickly approaching Black Riders, the Hobbits drew their daggers, ready for a fight. It was then that I realized that I had forgotten to pack a weapon. Before, I had noticed as well, but it didn't seem as important as it did now. I stepped back away from the Black Riders, ducking behind a rock.

The Hobbits started fighting valiantly, but it was no use, as the Black Riders were strong and twice the size of the Hobbits, it was of little use. Not that I could really see anything from where I was. Just then, Strider came running up the hill, and attacked the Black Riders. They were beaten back, mainly because there weren't all nine of them. No matter how strong they were, they seemed to be somewhat vulnerable to fire.

"What?" I asked, rushing out from behind the rock. Strider was picking Frodo up and it seemed as though they were going to make a run for it.

"Frodo got stabbed in his shoulder by a morgul blade." Pippin said as we ran along, "Strider says that he needs to be healed by the Elves."

"How close are we to Rivendell?" I asked, panting as I tried to catch up to Strider.

"Not nearly close enough." He said. We stopped, as soon as he felt safe.

"We need athelas. In the common tongue it is known as Kingsfoil." Strider said, "Do you know what it is?"

"Yes, it's a weed." Sam said, as I leaned against a stone statue, trying to catch my breath.

"It will slow the poison. Find some, quickly." Strider said, as he rushed off. Sam, Merry, and Pippin started to look for it as well.

"I dunno what it is, so I can't look for it." I said, walking over to Frodo, "However, that doesn't mean that you can just up and become a Ring Wraith on us, okay?" I leaned over him, who seemed to be obviously struggling with the pain. I doubted that he could hear me at all. His face was turning white and wraithlike.

"I think that these statues here are the Trolls that you said your uncle Bilbo was talking about." I said, "I have no idea how to help you! I wish I did! I want to be a nurse, after all." I pulled at his sleeve, finding it easily ripping.

"Ah, so that is what one of their blades will do to you." I said, examining it closely then jumping back, and dropping his sleeve, "I'm so sorry… I just really don't know what to say…" I sighed, sitting back.

"Frodo! You must live! Live, I say!" I grabbed his hand, dramatically, trying to lighten my own mood. Unfortunately, it only made things worse. I felt tears start to well up in my eyes, "I feel so stupid…" I started wiping my eyes.

Just then, the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen other than on television came into the small clearing. She spoke some beautiful words that I couldn't understand and picked Frodo up and put him on her horse.

Strider stood by her and spoke to her a few words. Sam and the others came back, watching with awe. The Elf lady rode off with Frodo on her horse.

"Will he be okay?" Sam asked, voicing all of our thoughts.

"He will be safe once arriving in Elfish lands. The Right Wraiths will never dare to enter there." Strider said. He seemed also very worried, but not voicing it.

"We'll be safe now, right? They're only after Frodo, right?" I said. They ALL glared at me as though I had said the worst thing imaginable. "My point was that now we can take shortcuts though brush and stuff now, right? I mean, it seems like you know you way around pretty good, Strider, so you should be able to short-cut us all the way to Rivendell without too much trouble, right?"

Strider nodded, looking partially annoyed still.

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I DID mean to say Kodiak moment, fyi. Review! Thanks!