Disclaimer: I don't own any of the wonderful characters that are featured
in the lord of the rings trilogy, because if I did I would be rolling in
the green stuff right now and not writing this Fan Fiction.
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Baggins had crossed the Brandywine River. One of the eight other Nazgul, had reported, that the hobbit, and to others had taken the ferry to Buckland.
Once the Ringwraiths had crossed the Brandywine Bridge they went with all speed to Crickhollow. They were catching up.
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"Open! In the name of Mordor!"
The Witch-King thundered a long a road just out side of Buckland. They had arrived at Baggins' house in Crickhollow, only to find one, Fatty Bolger cowering inside. The hobbits, had escaped and now five of the Nazgul headed around the old forest and to the town of Bree. The other four were to keep going, to head them off at the ford if Baggins might escape again.
They bargained with the gatekeeper to let them into the town and enlisted the help of Bill Ferny. He was to keep his eyes open and tell them if anything unusual were to happen.
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The Nazgul entered the small inn, in the dead of night. A hobbit named 'Underhill' had this evening, been singing and dancing on a table in the common room. He had fallen of the table and vanished into thin air. This definitely counted as something unusual. Ferny had given them the hobbits room number, so now the Nazgul stumbled silently around the corridors, searching.
They entered the small, dark room. Inside the four beds were the hobbits, snug and warm. Each of the Nazgul took a bed and the fifth stood bye the door. In unison they raised their swords. They brought them down, stabbing and cutting randomly, through the bed sheets.
Suddenly one of the Nazgul stopped and raised his arms. The rest halted and looked in his direction. He pulled the cover off the bed to reveal, pillows slashed and torn, sheets and even some logs posing as limbs. The hobbits were gone again.
They screamed and stamped their feet in anger. The Witch-King stormed into the stables. All the horses recoiled at the sight of him. The Nazgul Lord tore open the doors and the ponies fled in terror. He grabbed the rains of his own horse and pulled himself onto his back.
The rest of the Nazgul came out of the inn and mounted their steeds. Together the fled out of Bree and started along the Great East Road.
This was the last time! He would not reach the ford!
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Meanwhile Frodo, Merry, Pippin and Sam were watching them leave from the window of another room in the Prancing Pony.
"What are they?" Frodo asked the man know as 'Strider'.
Strider looked at him intently, "They were once men," he replied, "Great kings of men. Then Sauron, the deceiver gave to them nine rings of power. Blinded by their greed they took them without question, and one by one fell into darkness."
The hobbits stared at him, amazed at how much he knew.
He continued, "Now they are slaves to Sauron's will. They are the Nazgul.......Ringwraiths, neither living or dead. At all times they feel the power of the ring........... They will never stop hunting you."
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The black riders travelled along the Great East Road. They did not know where the hobbit was. He had not taken the road as they had expected. He had probably taken his chances with the Midgewater marshes and then on through the wild to Weathertop hill. So they would catch him there.
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"Look!" said Frodo, pointing at the Nazgul from the summit of Weathertop. It was a few weeks after they had left Bree. Their progress had been hindered by the fact that their ponies had disappeared from the stables at the inn after the Nazgul had paid a visit. However they had purchased a pack pony from Bill Ferny and had reached the runes, which had once been the tower of Amon Sul.
Strider pulled Frodo and Merry behind on of the large stones.
"What is it?" Merry whispered.
"I do not no, but I fear the worst," replied the Man as he crawled forward to look over the edge of the cliff, "Yes," he said slowly, "The enemy is here!"
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Baggins had crossed the Brandywine River. One of the eight other Nazgul, had reported, that the hobbit, and to others had taken the ferry to Buckland.
Once the Ringwraiths had crossed the Brandywine Bridge they went with all speed to Crickhollow. They were catching up.
********
"Open! In the name of Mordor!"
The Witch-King thundered a long a road just out side of Buckland. They had arrived at Baggins' house in Crickhollow, only to find one, Fatty Bolger cowering inside. The hobbits, had escaped and now five of the Nazgul headed around the old forest and to the town of Bree. The other four were to keep going, to head them off at the ford if Baggins might escape again.
They bargained with the gatekeeper to let them into the town and enlisted the help of Bill Ferny. He was to keep his eyes open and tell them if anything unusual were to happen.
********
The Nazgul entered the small inn, in the dead of night. A hobbit named 'Underhill' had this evening, been singing and dancing on a table in the common room. He had fallen of the table and vanished into thin air. This definitely counted as something unusual. Ferny had given them the hobbits room number, so now the Nazgul stumbled silently around the corridors, searching.
They entered the small, dark room. Inside the four beds were the hobbits, snug and warm. Each of the Nazgul took a bed and the fifth stood bye the door. In unison they raised their swords. They brought them down, stabbing and cutting randomly, through the bed sheets.
Suddenly one of the Nazgul stopped and raised his arms. The rest halted and looked in his direction. He pulled the cover off the bed to reveal, pillows slashed and torn, sheets and even some logs posing as limbs. The hobbits were gone again.
They screamed and stamped their feet in anger. The Witch-King stormed into the stables. All the horses recoiled at the sight of him. The Nazgul Lord tore open the doors and the ponies fled in terror. He grabbed the rains of his own horse and pulled himself onto his back.
The rest of the Nazgul came out of the inn and mounted their steeds. Together the fled out of Bree and started along the Great East Road.
This was the last time! He would not reach the ford!
********
Meanwhile Frodo, Merry, Pippin and Sam were watching them leave from the window of another room in the Prancing Pony.
"What are they?" Frodo asked the man know as 'Strider'.
Strider looked at him intently, "They were once men," he replied, "Great kings of men. Then Sauron, the deceiver gave to them nine rings of power. Blinded by their greed they took them without question, and one by one fell into darkness."
The hobbits stared at him, amazed at how much he knew.
He continued, "Now they are slaves to Sauron's will. They are the Nazgul.......Ringwraiths, neither living or dead. At all times they feel the power of the ring........... They will never stop hunting you."
********
The black riders travelled along the Great East Road. They did not know where the hobbit was. He had not taken the road as they had expected. He had probably taken his chances with the Midgewater marshes and then on through the wild to Weathertop hill. So they would catch him there.
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"Look!" said Frodo, pointing at the Nazgul from the summit of Weathertop. It was a few weeks after they had left Bree. Their progress had been hindered by the fact that their ponies had disappeared from the stables at the inn after the Nazgul had paid a visit. However they had purchased a pack pony from Bill Ferny and had reached the runes, which had once been the tower of Amon Sul.
Strider pulled Frodo and Merry behind on of the large stones.
"What is it?" Merry whispered.
"I do not no, but I fear the worst," replied the Man as he crawled forward to look over the edge of the cliff, "Yes," he said slowly, "The enemy is here!"
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