chapter 3

Frodo and Sam were heading past the ancient watchtower that was the landmark were Frodo had got stabbed by the Nazgul. The sun had just begun to sink into the distance. A cold chilly wind rolled over the barren landscape and Sam and Frodo were just mere silhouettes.
"Frodo, when do you think we should stop and rest?" questioned Sam.

"Soon..........." Frodo said with a pause.

Both of them stop dead in there tracks to see a huge swarm of black dots pouring over the distance hills. The wind suddenly became much sharper and chills ran down Sam and Frodo's backs.

"RUN SAM!" Frodo shouted.

The hobbits quickly squabbled behind huge boulders. They dared not to move or make a sound. The ground began to roar and the small shrubs on the path of the dark blanket seem to cower as if they were about to be demolished. As the image became clearer to the hobbits they realized it was orcs. They hobbits also realized the orcs were terrified. They were being chased.

The orcs roared and squealed as they ran by. Sam and Frodo drew out their swords incase they had been spotted. They had been spotted, but the orcs who saw them were too terrified to pursue. Hundreds of more orcs kept coming. They would push each other out of the way, if one had fallen they would trampled over him.

"Frodo, why do you suppose they are running? They look terrified," questioned Sam in awe of the massive stampede.

"I don't know....," slowly Frodo replied.

Just then behind the swarm of orcs appeared 16 soldiers riding on horse back. The sun's remaining beams of light seemed to only shine on them. There armor was the most brilliant silver with markings of a strange origin. Their whole attire seemed to be melodic and nature inspired. Their capes didn't seem to be affected by the winds. They glowed as the great stars of the Valar.

"Elves........," said Frodo with awe.

"But, I thought they had all gone to Valinor!?" announced Sam with enchantment.

The soldiers horses leaped and they seemed to run along with the wind. The horses hooves did not seem to stomp the ground but smoothly float over the grass lands. The closer they came to Frodo and Sam the more luminous they seemed.

The Elves quickly noticed the hobbits and headed towards them.

"What shall we do?" Sam asked nervously.

Frodo just stared at the elves. The elves came closer surrounding the hobbits and drawing their bows. Sam grabbed Frodo to try to escape the enclosure but it was too late.
The elves then announced something to Frodo and Sam but they did not understand. The elves then prepared to shoot.

"WAIT!!" cried Sam, "We are not a threat. Please don't hurt us; we are just on our way to Rivendell."

Frodo just then had a flash of pain in his chest from the wound that the Nazgul gave him. He felt dizzy and fell to his knees.

"FRODO!" yelled Sam.

Frodo fell over and laid next to Sam in the centre of the foreign elves.