Deep

By Sistine Chapel

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Hey you guys! I am so sorry I have not updated. Begs on her knees Please, oh please forgive me! Starts to bow I am not worthy! Not even worthy to tie your shoestrings! Ok, enough graveling. On with the story! By the way…I DON'T OWN LOTR!!!

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          "Now to bed, now to bed," Pippin sang. Pippin, Sam, and Frodo were singing a little tune to past the time. Deep didn't join them for two reasons: 1- Deep had a terrible voice. Deep was told by many that her singing epitomizes nails on a chalkboard. She sadly agreed.

2- Deep knew that a ring wraith was coming toward them. She felt; it gave her a violent shiver down her spine. That she could smell him too. He had a musty smell. It was kind of old and…sad.

          Anyways, the hobbits were talking amongst themselves when suddenly Deep gasped. "What is it Aarien?" Frodo said with a concerned voice.  Deep was looking down the road behind her. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, and then she squinted them. She whispered, as if to herself, "It's coming."

"What? Whose coming?" questioned a very confused Sam.

Deep began to back away toward the side of the road. "The ri…HIDE!!!" Before the hobbits could say anything, Deep pulled them into a ditch. "Shhhh…." Deep put her finger to lips. 

Frodo was about to tell Deep that she had gone mad, but he felt a sudden pull from the ring. 'Something evil is coming,' he thought. Frodo grabbed a hold of the ring that hung around his neck.

Soon the hobbits and Deep heard the neighing and canter of a horse. 'Maybe it's Gandalf,' Sam thought. He peeked a little out of the ditch to see the horse's rider. Sam covered his mouth to prevent himself from screaming.

Sam laid his eyes on a black beastly horse. On top of the horse was a scarier sight. It was a cloaked black figure constantly moving its head side to side; looking for the ring. The rider paused and gave a horrible scream that caused shivers down Sam's spine. When the rider looked in Sam's direction, Sam got a glimpse of the rider's face, or lack of there of. 'Trumpets and swords! It's a ghost!' Sam looked at Frodo. Frodo had his eyes closed and was clutching his chest. He was breathing heavily; Frodo looked like he was in pain. "Poor Mr. Frodo," Sam said sympathetically.

"Well Sam, Deep isn't doing too well either," Pippin whispered over to Sam. Sam shifted his eyes toward Deep. She was also breathing heavily, her eyes were very wide and she was running her fingers through her hair. He also saw her rocking back and forth a bit and softly chanting something foreign. Deep looked like she lost it. "Mr. Frodo, sir…Miss Deep, come now, wake up." Sam and Pippin shook them softly.

Frodo sat up suddenly, as if he had just woken up from a bad dream. "Is he gone?" Frodo asked Sam. "Well sir, just for now, I guess. We should get moving. Are you alright, Miss Deep?" Sam asked her.

"Oh yes, I am fine," she said and softly added, "for now."

As they continued their journey to Brandywine, everyone remained silent; each to his or her own thought. Deep's thoughts kept reflecting back to the ring wraith incident.

'How am I suppose to help Frodo face the ring wraiths when I need help myself? I feel so embarrassed for losing myself back there! Oh I can't believe I want to join the ring wraith. I wanted to scream with him and ride like the wind on that powerful steed. I feel so ashamed for almost trying to take the ring from Frodo!' The thought of that wanted to make Deep cry.

'I am so weak!!!…No, what am I saying, er, thinking! I got to protect Frodo!' Deep looked at Frodo and smiled. 'For some reason, he makes me feel strong.' Suddenly Deep's thoughts were interrupted when she heard singing, heavenly singing. "Could it be?" Sam asked excitedly. "Yes Sam, elves are coming toward us," Frodo said with a smile on his face.

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So, what do you guys think? I hoped you guys liked it. Well please R&R, or whatever…