Christina: Hey ff.net-ers! So, ok last night, my mom didn't take her annual
nap, so that chapter was late. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I won't be
updating as much as I have. Sorry guys! ^_^'
Disclaimer: LOTR and its characters belong to Misters Tolkien and Tolkien.
Claimer: I own Kico. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
We saw The Eye. We were scared witless. I suppose Frodo must have found some wits, because he took off the Ring. Once again, we were back in the Prancing Pony, very much relieved. Our relief, however, didn't last long. Somebody took me by the arm and with the other hand slammed Frodo against the wall.
" You've attracted too much attention to yourselves, Mr. and Miss Underhill," Strider said.
He dragged us up the stairs to a room and locked it. He walked over to the candles that were lit in the room and put them out. As he did that, he spoke to us.
" I can make myself unseen if I wish, but to disappear entirely," he threw back his hood, " that is a rare gift."
" Who are you?" Frodo asked.
Strider considered us.
" Are you frightened?" he asked.
Frodo looked at me. I returned the look.
" Yes," we said.
" You're not nearly frightened enough. I know what hunts you." He began walking toward us.
Suddenly, Sam, Merry, and Pippin, each carrying a different "weapon", burst into the room. Strider had pulled out his sword so fast, I didn't notice it was out until he put it away, which he did promptly.
" You've a stout heart, little hobbit. But it's not enough." He turned to Frodo and me. " You cannot wait for the wizard, Frodo and Kico. They are coming."
Strider told us to rent a hobbit-sized room and put one bed to the side with a curtain cutting it off from the rest of the room. This was to simulate my bed. He took us across the street to another pub, where we waited for them to come.
Since Gandalf had told Frodo and me to switch who was wearing the Ring everyday or every second day or whenever we felt like switching, Frodo gave the Ring to me to carry. Indeed it was a heavy ring, heavier than any ring I had ever worn.
Merry, Sam, and Pippin had gone to sleep, but neither Frodo nor I could sleep and it appeared as though Strider never slept. The three of us were silent, until they came. It sounded as though they were slashing the beds in the room at the Prancing Pony. The noise awoke Sam, Merry and Pippin.
" What are they?" I asked.
"They were once men, kings of old. But the Dark Lord, Sauron, tricked them by giving them magic rings. One by one they fell to darkness. Now they are his servants. They are the Nine.They are the Nazgul, Ringwreaths. Neither living nor dead. They will never stop hunting for you, Frodo and Kico." He looked at us.
" I suggest all of you get some rest. We will be starting very early tomorrow."
I'm not sure if Frodo or the other three went to sleep, but I could barely keep my eyes closed. I suppose I must have dozed a few times. Strider, I knew, didn't go to sleep that whole night.
When morning came, Strider awoke us and took us downstairs to eat breakfast. We ate in sensible hobbit-fashion, expecting, of course, to have second breakfast.
We started out and it never occurred to any of us to ask where we were going until we asked.
" Where are you leading us?" Frodo asked.
" Into the wild," Strider replied.
We later learned that we were, in fact, heading toward Rivendell, the fair elven city. We stopped for a bit, but Strider didn't. He kept going until he must have realized we weren't following him anymore. He turned around to find us.
" Gentlemen, lady. We don't stop 'til sundown."
" Yes, but what about breakfast?" Pippin said.
" You've already had it," Strider said incredulously.
" We've had one, yes. What about second breakfast?" Pippin insisted.
Strider turned around and left.
" Don't think he knows about that, Pip," Merry said to his kinsman.
" What about elevensies? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them, right?" Pippin asked panicked.
Merry put his hand on Pip's shoulder.
" I wouldn't count on it," he said.
Suddenly, an apple, no doubt thrown by Strider, came flying through the air. Merry caught it, gave it to Pippin, and walked away. Another apple came and hit Pip in the head. I giggled under my breath.
We continued on until nightfall, as Strider had said. By this time, we had reached the old watchtower called Weathertop. Strider gave us all little swords and told us he would return soon. I guess Frodo and I must have fallen asleep. We awoke to find Sam, Merry, and Pippin eating bacon and things, which was fine except that they had started a fire.
" What are you doing?" Frodo cried. They tried to explain themselves, but it was no good.
" Put it out, you fools, put it out!" Frodo continued to stamp out the fire. Suddenly, we heard a terrifying shriek.
We all scrambled to the edge of the top of the tower and saw numerous Nazgul coming toward the tower. Our worst fears confirmed, we grabbed our little swords and ran.
We ran to another "room" of the tower and waited for them to come. I think Frodo was the first to see them. I turned to look at him and he was looking past everyone. I followed his gaze and saw the Black Riders coming toward us. The rest of our companions saw them after they had taken their first clanking steps.
Sam tried to scare them off, but one of them knocked him down. Then Merry and Pippin tried, but they were frightened to death. Finally, it was just two little hobbit twins and six* Nazgul. We both tripped over something and fell to the ground. I lost the Ring on the ground, but Frodo picked it up.
The Nazgul seemed to turn their attention to the Ring. The leaders advanced, preparing to kill us, when suddenly we were transported to the Shadow Realm. I looked over at Frodo. He had put on the Ring. We saw what the Nazgul really were. Indeed, they were kings, terrible, powerful kings. They were as terrible as The Eye. One of the leaders tried to take the Ring from Frodo. He tried to hold his hand back, but it was obvious that he couldn't do it alone. I reached over and together we held the Ring back.
The leaders of the Nazgul shrieked and simultaneously, they stabbed us.
Disclaimer: LOTR and its characters belong to Misters Tolkien and Tolkien.
Claimer: I own Kico. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
We saw The Eye. We were scared witless. I suppose Frodo must have found some wits, because he took off the Ring. Once again, we were back in the Prancing Pony, very much relieved. Our relief, however, didn't last long. Somebody took me by the arm and with the other hand slammed Frodo against the wall.
" You've attracted too much attention to yourselves, Mr. and Miss Underhill," Strider said.
He dragged us up the stairs to a room and locked it. He walked over to the candles that were lit in the room and put them out. As he did that, he spoke to us.
" I can make myself unseen if I wish, but to disappear entirely," he threw back his hood, " that is a rare gift."
" Who are you?" Frodo asked.
Strider considered us.
" Are you frightened?" he asked.
Frodo looked at me. I returned the look.
" Yes," we said.
" You're not nearly frightened enough. I know what hunts you." He began walking toward us.
Suddenly, Sam, Merry, and Pippin, each carrying a different "weapon", burst into the room. Strider had pulled out his sword so fast, I didn't notice it was out until he put it away, which he did promptly.
" You've a stout heart, little hobbit. But it's not enough." He turned to Frodo and me. " You cannot wait for the wizard, Frodo and Kico. They are coming."
Strider told us to rent a hobbit-sized room and put one bed to the side with a curtain cutting it off from the rest of the room. This was to simulate my bed. He took us across the street to another pub, where we waited for them to come.
Since Gandalf had told Frodo and me to switch who was wearing the Ring everyday or every second day or whenever we felt like switching, Frodo gave the Ring to me to carry. Indeed it was a heavy ring, heavier than any ring I had ever worn.
Merry, Sam, and Pippin had gone to sleep, but neither Frodo nor I could sleep and it appeared as though Strider never slept. The three of us were silent, until they came. It sounded as though they were slashing the beds in the room at the Prancing Pony. The noise awoke Sam, Merry and Pippin.
" What are they?" I asked.
"They were once men, kings of old. But the Dark Lord, Sauron, tricked them by giving them magic rings. One by one they fell to darkness. Now they are his servants. They are the Nine.They are the Nazgul, Ringwreaths. Neither living nor dead. They will never stop hunting for you, Frodo and Kico." He looked at us.
" I suggest all of you get some rest. We will be starting very early tomorrow."
I'm not sure if Frodo or the other three went to sleep, but I could barely keep my eyes closed. I suppose I must have dozed a few times. Strider, I knew, didn't go to sleep that whole night.
When morning came, Strider awoke us and took us downstairs to eat breakfast. We ate in sensible hobbit-fashion, expecting, of course, to have second breakfast.
We started out and it never occurred to any of us to ask where we were going until we asked.
" Where are you leading us?" Frodo asked.
" Into the wild," Strider replied.
We later learned that we were, in fact, heading toward Rivendell, the fair elven city. We stopped for a bit, but Strider didn't. He kept going until he must have realized we weren't following him anymore. He turned around to find us.
" Gentlemen, lady. We don't stop 'til sundown."
" Yes, but what about breakfast?" Pippin said.
" You've already had it," Strider said incredulously.
" We've had one, yes. What about second breakfast?" Pippin insisted.
Strider turned around and left.
" Don't think he knows about that, Pip," Merry said to his kinsman.
" What about elevensies? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them, right?" Pippin asked panicked.
Merry put his hand on Pip's shoulder.
" I wouldn't count on it," he said.
Suddenly, an apple, no doubt thrown by Strider, came flying through the air. Merry caught it, gave it to Pippin, and walked away. Another apple came and hit Pip in the head. I giggled under my breath.
We continued on until nightfall, as Strider had said. By this time, we had reached the old watchtower called Weathertop. Strider gave us all little swords and told us he would return soon. I guess Frodo and I must have fallen asleep. We awoke to find Sam, Merry, and Pippin eating bacon and things, which was fine except that they had started a fire.
" What are you doing?" Frodo cried. They tried to explain themselves, but it was no good.
" Put it out, you fools, put it out!" Frodo continued to stamp out the fire. Suddenly, we heard a terrifying shriek.
We all scrambled to the edge of the top of the tower and saw numerous Nazgul coming toward the tower. Our worst fears confirmed, we grabbed our little swords and ran.
We ran to another "room" of the tower and waited for them to come. I think Frodo was the first to see them. I turned to look at him and he was looking past everyone. I followed his gaze and saw the Black Riders coming toward us. The rest of our companions saw them after they had taken their first clanking steps.
Sam tried to scare them off, but one of them knocked him down. Then Merry and Pippin tried, but they were frightened to death. Finally, it was just two little hobbit twins and six* Nazgul. We both tripped over something and fell to the ground. I lost the Ring on the ground, but Frodo picked it up.
The Nazgul seemed to turn their attention to the Ring. The leaders advanced, preparing to kill us, when suddenly we were transported to the Shadow Realm. I looked over at Frodo. He had put on the Ring. We saw what the Nazgul really were. Indeed, they were kings, terrible, powerful kings. They were as terrible as The Eye. One of the leaders tried to take the Ring from Frodo. He tried to hold his hand back, but it was obvious that he couldn't do it alone. I reached over and together we held the Ring back.
The leaders of the Nazgul shrieked and simultaneously, they stabbed us.