Nine Little Ring Bearers

So, the story goes on. I got reviews! Amazing. Thank you so much people. :)

This is like that Agatha Christie book. Is it called "Ten Little Negro Boys" in English or what? (I wouldn´t want to use that negro-word, sorry.)

And yeah, I DON´T own any LotR characters.

By the way, I´ve read the book two times, but I may remember some things wrong so my plot probably doesn´t follow the book correctly. I´m trying to check some things, though.

Enough explaining, now I´ll let you read this! ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Chapter 2

The Fellowship had travelled for weeks from Rivendell. They were walking near the Misty Mountains towards south, planning to cross the Mountains near a peak Caradhras. They had travelled by night and hadn´t dared to light any campfires. Now they had arrived to Eregion where elves had lived long ago.

"Are you sure this is a safe place?" Aragorn asked Gandalf, looking doubtfully in every direction.

"Yes, yes," Gandalf insisted. "I have travelled here very often. Not every place in Middle-Earth should be feared." He walked around an opening examining the ground. "I think we could light a fire here," he said. "At last."

"Warm food!" Pippin cried out happily. "I was becoming desperate."

Aragorn and Boromir gathered some wood into a pile and lit a fire. The Fellowship sat together around the fire and warmed their modest breakfast. Everything around them was quiet, there was no sound from animals or anything. The sun was still behind the mountains and the mountains could not be seen.

"Tomorrow we will start to climb over those mountains," Gandalf said after a long silence. "We will go through the pass of Caradhras."

Merry started coughing. "Climb? Should´t a pass save us from climbing?" he asked disappointedly. Pippin raised his face from his portion looking also terrified.

"Are you afraid of climbing, young hobbits?" Aragorn asked laughing. "Well Shire is a pretty flat place. We have to go high before we reach the pass, but yes, it will save us from more climbing."

"Shire is a perfect place, if you asked me," Sam added. "We just wonder if there isn´t another possibility to go to the other side of the mountains?"

Gimli opened his mouth but Gandalf managed to prevent him from talking. "It is the best and the safest way," he said looking disapprovingly at Gimli. "Not all the ways that seem easy are good for us. We are not just a company of nine friends walking around. They have not stopped hunting you, Frodo," Gandalf finished compassionately.

Frodo felt a sudden pain on his chest where the Morgul blade had stabbed him and his face came to a desperate grin.

"Master Frodo!" Sam ran towards his friend. "Is it the scar again?" he tapped Frodo´s hand gently. "Oh please, don´t remind him about it all the time!" Sam pegged turning to the others. "Not until the he is healthy again."

Gandalf looked at the ground. "I´m sorry Sam. But the wound won´t ever wholly heal. Frodo will have to live with it all his life."

"I know that," Frodo´s weak voice said. Everybody turned towards him. "And the Ring is making it even more painful. That´s why I want to get rid of the Ring as soon as possible. And I cannot get rid of it before Mordor," Frodo said. He had submitted to his fate.

"Oh yes you can," Boromir said impatiently. "If those Nazgúls find us you don´t have to worry about the Ring anymore. And I think many others would also accept it."

Legolas rose up. "Well I hope you Boromir understand too that we have no other choice but to try to take the Ring to Mordor. No matter how our quest ends," he almost shouted at Boromir.

"And you just can´t think of anyone else being right than those of your kind," Boromir said back.

"Oh please stop arguing," Sam could not be quiet anymore. "I think that we have enough problems without fights between us. We all have to support Frodo," he said lowering his voice. "At least that is what I think."

Aragorn scattered the campfire. "You´re right Sam. We have to be careful not to draw any attention to ourselves," he said with a calm voice. "But this journey is making us all tired and despaired." "And that´s why we have to go to rest now. I´m taking the first watch," Aragorn told throwing sand over the firebrands.

The Fellowship laid down to the ground close to each other while Aragorn started to walk around them, smoking his pipe.

"Frodo," Sam whispered faintly. "Are you sure you´re alright?"

Frodo smiled. "Thanks for caring, but don´t worry about me. I think you should be more worried about Pippin and his warmed food. I don´t think we´ll have another fire for a while. But that´s probably the best."

"Yeah, we can travel like the shadows. In the shadows," Sam mumbled before he falled asleep.

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Here it was. Not much of anything happening, but I promise that in the next chapter something will happen. I noticed that I´m changing the plot maybe a bit too much, but at least I´m not copying everything from Tolkien.

I wonder if anyone is reading this story? But anyway, probably I´m going to go on with this. I´ve already decided how I´m going to end this. After a few chapters.