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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Frodo was cold.
The hobbits and Strider had set up camp at the foot of the hill, and now the moon was high in the sky.
Despite the fire, they all felt full of dread.
Sam came rushing back into the circle of firelight.
"I don't know what it is, but I suddenly felt afraid," he sputtered.
"Did you see anything?" asked Frodo standing up.
"No sir. I saw nothing, but I didn't stop to look."
Merry appeared at Sam's side, "I saw something, or I thought I did-anyway I thought two or three black shapes moving this way!"
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Found them. The Nazgul watched the hobbits grab sticks out of the fire from the slope.
They started toward them. Two of the hobbits flung themselves onto the ground, hiding their faces. The other two stood side-by-side, one brandishing his stick like a sword.
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Frodo suddenly had a desire to slip the ring on..........he couldn't think of anything else. Eventually he pulled out the ring and put it on.
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The Witch-King felt a huge surge of energy...he could see the hobbit, not just his shadow or a blurred shape.... he could see Baggins.
He and two of the other four Ringwraiths advanced.
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Frodo could see them too. He could see tall white figures, with white faces and blank eyes. Their long hair was like cobwebs, clinging to their white robes. Each was carrying a gleaming sword in his hands. The one leading them was wearing a crown upon his head.
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The Witch- king ordered the others to halt. As he walked forward he drew his knife out of his belt.
He saw it! The ring, on the hobbit's finger, gleaming as the firelight hit it. He towered over Frodo and raised his knife. Frodo drew his sword.
"O Elbereth! Gilthoniel!" yelled Frodo. He dived forward and plunged the blade into the Nazgul lord's foot.
The Witch-King screamed in anger. He brought his knife down into the hobbit's shoulder with such a great force; he felt it break beneath his fingers.
He reached down to seize the ring but as he did so, a man appeared out of the shadow with two branches, each flaming with a brilliant light.
The other four Nazgul retreated..........the cowards! But the black captain had no choice but to follow them. With a last scream of rage he tore into the night.
Now they would head for the Ford.
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Frodo was cold.
The hobbits and Strider had set up camp at the foot of the hill, and now the moon was high in the sky.
Despite the fire, they all felt full of dread.
Sam came rushing back into the circle of firelight.
"I don't know what it is, but I suddenly felt afraid," he sputtered.
"Did you see anything?" asked Frodo standing up.
"No sir. I saw nothing, but I didn't stop to look."
Merry appeared at Sam's side, "I saw something, or I thought I did-anyway I thought two or three black shapes moving this way!"
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Found them. The Nazgul watched the hobbits grab sticks out of the fire from the slope.
They started toward them. Two of the hobbits flung themselves onto the ground, hiding their faces. The other two stood side-by-side, one brandishing his stick like a sword.
********
Frodo suddenly had a desire to slip the ring on..........he couldn't think of anything else. Eventually he pulled out the ring and put it on.
********
The Witch-King felt a huge surge of energy...he could see the hobbit, not just his shadow or a blurred shape.... he could see Baggins.
He and two of the other four Ringwraiths advanced.
********
Frodo could see them too. He could see tall white figures, with white faces and blank eyes. Their long hair was like cobwebs, clinging to their white robes. Each was carrying a gleaming sword in his hands. The one leading them was wearing a crown upon his head.
********
The Witch- king ordered the others to halt. As he walked forward he drew his knife out of his belt.
He saw it! The ring, on the hobbit's finger, gleaming as the firelight hit it. He towered over Frodo and raised his knife. Frodo drew his sword.
"O Elbereth! Gilthoniel!" yelled Frodo. He dived forward and plunged the blade into the Nazgul lord's foot.
The Witch-King screamed in anger. He brought his knife down into the hobbit's shoulder with such a great force; he felt it break beneath his fingers.
He reached down to seize the ring but as he did so, a man appeared out of the shadow with two branches, each flaming with a brilliant light.
The other four Nazgul retreated..........the cowards! But the black captain had no choice but to follow them. With a last scream of rage he tore into the night.
Now they would head for the Ford.
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