I just want to apologize for the format of the past chapters, I was going back and reading them and the paragraphs were kinda squished together and it made it difficult to read, but I'm gonna fix that in this one, I hope. Thanks for pointing that out Catz! :) Thanks to everyone else who reviewed also I love you all!

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Emelie bit her lip to keep from shouting out as she saw a group of black figures gallop down the road towards them. She hugged her legs to her chest and tried to think happy thoughts. It didn't work. Strider looked calm and composed, and Emelie shook her head. Its almost as if this sort of thing happens every day. There was a faint sound of wood breaking and Strider nodded his head towards the window on the building across the way. Emelie gave a start as two black silhoutes appeared. In a flash, everything became clear. They had placed pillows in the four hobbits beds, and Strider had come around and made sure everything was perfect and then they hastily returned to his room. Emelie and the hobbits were a little confused as to why they had done this, but now Emelie understood. She flinched as she saw the silhoutes swing their arms down and heard the rip of cloth and shrieks of infuriated Nazgul, as Strider was telling Frodo they were called.

Sam, Merry and Pippin were now wide awake and everyone was listening to Strider talk about the Nazgul. "They were once kings. Great Kings of men." Emelie shivered. There was something about Strider's voice. It was pleasant to listen to but it had a cold, mysterious edge that sent warning signals to Emelie's brain. But the voice was comforting and she found herself wishing he would talk more. "Then the Dark Lord Sauron gave them nine rings." Emelie looked at the black figures outside and wondered how they ever could have been human. They seemed so much more powerful than any person Emelie had ever heard of. Then she thought of Hitler and the terrorist groups and her heart sank.

Emelie finally fell asleep on the floor and early the next morning Strider woke them up at the break of dawn. They bought a pony from the innkeeper and started off on their journey. The hobbits seemed like they didn't trust him, but Frodo seemed resigned to the fact that he was their only way of getting...somewhere. They weren't really sure where they were going. Sam was the first one to get up enough nerve to ask where he was taking them, although Emelie thought that Frodo might have if he cared but he had more important things on his mind. When Strider answered, "Rivendell." Emelie saw Sam's eyes light up and he made some inane comment about going to see elves. Emelie rolled her eyes and thought of how stupid it all was. It was all make believe, this whole place, and now she was going to meet a bunch of make believe people. The hobbits were okay, because they were just short people and Emelie had seen a lot of short people (everyone was short from her view of practically 6 feet off the ground) but elves?!

They walked at a pretty good pace and covered good ground. Emelie had long legs and she was able to keep up with Strider most of the time, but the Hobbits kept falling behind. A few days into their journey, they came to a hill and on top of the hill was a ruined building. As they approached, Emelie saw that it was made completely out of stone. Strider explained to them that this was a watch tower in the ancient days that had been abandoned. It was called weathertop. As they clambored over the boulders and onto the flat ground, Emelie hoped that it wouldn't live up to its name and that it would be a nice dry night.

Strider told them that he was going to go have a look around and gave them each a sword. The hobbits' were small and looked kind of puny compared to Striders long blade, and he handed Emelie a medium sized one. She stared at it dumbly, wondering and hoping that she wouldn't actually have to use it. Strider announced that he was going off to look around, and he left the five of them there, shivering even though the air was warm. They stared after him into the darkness for a while, and then decided that they would all try to get some sleep. Emelie curled up on the hard ground and wished she was home afe in her warm bed. But when you're exhausted you don't really care if you're comfortable or not, and Emelie soon fell asleep.

Emelie woke up and rubbed her eyes. It was dark out, but three of the hobbits had a fire going. Emelie gave a sigh of relief and she moved towards the warm flames, stepping carefully over the sleeping Frodo. "Strider hasn't come back?" She asked. They all shook their heads and Sam looked around fearfully. Merry handed her a sausage and she ate it slowly, it was kind of burnt. There was a shout from Frodo, and Emelie inhaled sharply, sucking a charred piece of sausage to the back of her throat. Choking, she watched as Frodo launched himself towards the fire, jumping on it yelling, "Put it out!" Still drowsy, it took Emelie a few extra seconds to realize what was wrong. "Crap!" She said and jumped up just as the last flickering flame was extinquished and they were left in complete darkness.
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Oooo.....a cliffhanger. Haha lol Wow I have way too much fun writing these things. Please post a review! Thank you!