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The five of them moved into the tavern and Emelie sat down next to Sam, making sure to keep her head down at all times, letting the coarse green fabric hide her face . Merry and Pippin moved to the bar and Emelie sat in complete silence with Sam and Frodo. Sam looked like he was about to cry. Frodo tried to comfort him, "Don't worry Sam, he'll be here." He looked over at Emelie pleadingly. She wanted to say something to make Sam feel better, but she was feeling the same way. Emelie noticed that Sam kept glancing over Frodo's shoulder and into a darkened corner of the room. As if on queue, Sam said, "That fellows done nothing but stare at us since we arrived." Emelie leaned over and followed Sam's eyes. What she saw sent a jolt of fear and shock up her spine. Sam was right, he was staring at them. Something clicked in Emelie's brain. Wait, isn't he a good guy? She was going to mention something about it, although she wasn't sure because his face was mostly covered, but then a shout came from the bar, where Pippin was. "Sure I know a Baggins! Frodo Baggins!" Emelie looked at Frodo in a panic. She saw him go tense and jump up and run towards the bar. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man in the corner (Strider, the inn keep had said was his name) straighten up suddenly. She stood up and pushed the chair away from the table, about to run over and tackle the man before he did anything to Frodo, but there was a shout and when Emelie looked Frodo was gone. She gasped along with everyone else and then looked over at the stranger in the corner, but he was gone too. "Shit!" she shouted, but only Sam heard her because the place was buzzing with amazement. "What happened?" Sam asked, frightened out of his mind. Emelie didn't answer, just ran upstairs. Sam followed, getting Merry and Pippin to follow also.
Emelie grabbed a candelabra and raced down the hall where the rented rooms were. She went and put her ear up to each door, and from the third one she heard Frodo's frightened voice and a low rumble of a man's voice. She looked at the three hobbits and mouthed, "This one." They nodded and Emelie whispered, "One...two...three!" and she watched as Sam barreled into the door and ran into the room, shouting. She started when she saw the man had his sword drawn and pointed in their direction. The man's eyes flicked over each of them for a second, and then he gave a soft sigh of relief and slid his sword back into its sheath. "You have a stout heart, but that will not save you." Emelie stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. Now she was positive that he was on their side. She remembered him. Merry looked at her like she was insane for blocking their only route of escape from this potential madman. She ignored him.
The man who the innkeeper had called Strider convinced them to sleep in his room. Sam , Merry and Pippin were in his bed trying to get some sleep, but weren't being very successful; they were too scared. Frodo sat in a chair next to Strider, who was staring out the window and smoking a pipe. Emelie sat cross-legged on the floor and tried to hold her breath. The tobacco smelled awful and Emelie wondered vaguely if she should warn them about the dangers of second hand smoke then thought better of it, seeing as he had a sword and all she had was a white belt from one month of karate lessons when she was seven.
They sat like that without saying a word for at least half an hour, when there came a sound of horses approaching in the distance. Emelie uncrossed her legs nervously and an image of a black stallion with a black rider flashed in her mind. There was a shriek and then a crash. Strider sat up straighter and Merry rolled over in his fitful sleep. Emelie felt as though she would scream at any moment. She'd never been as frightened as she was right then.
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Sorry it was so short, but I have to go and just want to get in a post before tomorrow, so yah...hope you liked it, it kinda had a crappy ending lol will write more later on