Frodo Followed close behind Aragorn, they were now out of the shire and making there way East towards Bree.
"Are we going to Bree?" asked Frodo, this was one of the first times that they had talked for a while, but Aragorn was secretive, and Frodo was determined to find out why.
"Yes Frodo, there is something there that I need to show you."
"Show me?"
"It might come as a shock, but you have to see."
Frodo and Aragorn made there way over the country side and kept going until the sun set.
Aragorn and Frodo stopped to make camp on the edge of the old forest.
"Stay here, Frodo, you should be safe, ive got to go and hunt us some supper."
Frodo watched Aragorn make his way into the forest.
Frodo was tired and lay down in the long green grass. He closed his eyes and started humming a little tune.
In the long green grass,
All lush and long,
Dwells the nymphs
Of nig nang nong
They hunt there food
Sleep on beds of leaves,
Oh my darling nymph
My cold heart grieves.
For some reason Frodo had a fascination for nymphs. He'd never seen one, but had herd lots of songs and tales about there bitter lives.
Frodo went into a deep day dream….
'snap'. Frodo suddenly sat up in fright, he looked around, it must be Aragorn in the forest making his way back, 'snap' went another twig.
"Aragorn, is that you?"
There was no reply.
Frodo stood up and withdrew sting. The night was dark and Frodo couldn't see anything.
He could smell the misty night air that filled his lungs with a chill similar to the one creeping down his spine.
Frodo looked harder into the woods, he could see a flame in the distance, the flame started to get bigger. As it came closer Frodo realized it wasn't a Flame. It was a herd of fire nymphs making there way toward him with a great speed .
"Aragorn!" Frodo muttered.
But Aragorn was nowhere to be seen
