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The hobbits had backed up so that all their backs were touching. Emelie drew her sword and squeezed in between Merry and Pippin. Someone gave an almost inaudible gasp, and Emelie swung her head around. There were five black riders standing on the edge of the ruins. There are five of them and five of us. Emelie thought optimistically. We can take them! Then the Nazgul took a step towards them, their metal boots clanking against the stone, and Emelie panicked. Oh my God, no we can't. We're going to die, Oh my God, I don't want to die. Oh my God! Emelie's brain was screaming, but she couldn't and wouldn't say anything out loud.
Without discussion the hobbits stepped in front of Frodo. Emelie watched as Sam was pushed away, then Merry and Pippin, side by side as always, and then the Black Rider stepped towards her. She brandished her sword and held an arm out in front of Frodo, using her guarding skills from basketball. She was terrified but a part of her brain whispered, This isn't real. Nothing can happen to you. So in one swift move, she swung her arm so that both hands were gripping the hilt and she swung the sword like a baseball bat at the nearest Nazgul. She had expected the sword to swing right through the thing, but it just slammed into its side and the sword vibrated in Emelie's hand. The Nazgul shrieked, but didn't seem too badly wounded as it shoved her aside. She fell to the hard rock, landing on her side. A jolt of pain went shooting up her arm, and she moaned. It sure felt real.
Frodo cried out and Emelie looked up, wincing. She tried to prop herself up, but her side was aching too badly, so she just lay there, helpless. The hobbits seemed okay and Sam came over to her side. He glanced down at her. "Are you all right, Miss Emelie?" She nodded, but he was staring at Frodo. She looked over. Frodo was surrounded by the Nazgul, and they could see him through the armored legs. Emelie saw him take something out of his pocket. The ring! "Frodo!" Emelie yelled. The Nazgul ignored her, but Emelie saw Frodo's eyes flicker toward her, begging her to do something, and then he looked up at the ringwriath coming closer towards him and he slipped the ring on and disappeared. Emelie tried to sit up again. Sam was staring at the spot Frodo had been a few moments before, his chin trembling. It seemed as though the Ringwraiths could still see Frodo, and one of them in particular was moving forward, towards what seemed like nothing. Then, in one swift move, the Ringwraith thrust his sword forward. Sam gasped, and then there was a loud yell and Strider came flying out of nowhere, fighting back the Nazgul with a torch and sword. Then there came another cry that rang out above the shrieks of the Nazgul. Sam ran over to where Frodo lay. He had taken the ring off and there was a gash in his left shoulder. Emelie flinched. It looked painful. She turned her attention to Strider, who was throwing his torch at the last Nazgul. She watched as the black robes ignited and he ran off screeching.
Emelie's side was feeling a little better and she was able to drag herself the few feet over to Frodo. Strider looked at his shoulder and then saw the Nazgul's sword. He picked it up and told them it was a Morgul Blade, and Emelie watched in amazement as the blade disintegrated in the wind. Strider looked out into the darkness and said, "We must move." In one swift move, he picked Frodo up and slung him over his shoulder. Sam followed him anxiously. Emelie pushed herself up, struggling to stand. Merry grabbed her arm and tried to help her, although her height made it difficult. "Thanks," she whispered. He forehead had lines of worry etched into it.
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Okay, okay I know, really bad ending. Not the best chapter but I hope you liked it! Please review!