Hi all its Elendil with the fourth chapter of my LotR fanfic. I know I haven't updated in months but that's only because I didn't have inspiration so don't shoot me! Anyway without further suspense on with the fic! bows

At The Shire...

"Until our next meeting..." Gandalf turned and went back into the house and picked up the Ring. and saw the Eye. Startled, he dropped it to the floor the stared at it, going into the parlor and sitting in front of the fireplace lighting his pipe. Puffing gently he murmured, "Riddles in the dark... Precious..."

Frodo rushed in excitedly, "Bilbo!" He looks to the ground to see the ring and picks it up glancing at Gandalf, "He's gone, hasn't he? He talked about it for so long, I never really believed he would do it. Gandalf?"

Gandalf silently looked at him then faked a small smile, "Bilbo's Ring. He's gone off to live with the elves and he's left you Bag End." He puffs some more then holds out an envelope as Frodo slips the ring in it.

"Put it out of sight. Keep it safe"

Frodo nodded and stuffed the ring in a chest beneath some clothes and spun around as the voice of a drunk Sam called to him from the gate.

"C'mon Mr.Frodo we're all heading to the Green Dragon for a pint! Join us!"

Merry and Pippin can be heard singing loudly. As their voices fade Frodo looks to Gandalf.

"Where are you going?"

Gandalf begins to grab his stuff quickly. "I must go to see the highest of my order, he is both powerful and wise."

"But you just got here. Why?"

"Questions. Questions that need answering."

"I don't understand!"

"Neither do I. Keep it secret. Keep it safe." He rushes into the dead of night.

In Barad-Dur a voice screams, "SHIRE! BAGGINS!"

The Nazgul ride out on their horses.

Gandalf enters the White City looking at the manuscript of Isildur's tale:

The year 3434 of the Second Age. Here follows the account of Isildur, High King of Gondor, and the finding of the Ring. The Ring of power has come to me. It will become an heirloom of my kingdom. All those who follow in my bloodline will be bound to its fate, for I will risk no hurt to the Ring. It is precious to me, though I buy it with a great pain. The markings on the band fade, the writing that was once as bright as red flame has all but disappeared, a secret now only fire can tell.

In the marshes outside of Mirkwood...

The she-elf that Legolas had whispered to stepped out of the fog, "I am Andúnë Tîwele, a friend of Legolas. He has told me to catch up with you and escort you to Rivendell with the promise that he would meet you there with his comrades, Saelbeth, Silinde, and Galdor. (A/N: I got these names from Cap'n Spiffy and they should be the correct names of Legolas's comrade. I asked her for permission to use the names.)

Aragorn nods, "Very well Andúnë, follow me. We must find Nienna, she is being hunted by a band of Orcs as is she has a bounty on her head and although she is a she-elf and she-ranger I must admit some of her skills surpass even my own... but she will not fair much longer her wounds are not properly healed yet.

Andúnë smirks, "Lord Aragorn, is it perhaps that you like Nienna?"

Aragorn turns to her angrily, "That is too rash Andúnë, you are lucky that I would not raise a hand to a girl. I happen to only be concerned for Nienna's well being." He begins to stride towards his horse jumping on it, "Are you coming or not?"

Andúnë nods and jumps on behind him, "Aye I am coming, I apologize for my word Elessar..."

"You are forgiven, now we ride to Rivendell" He kicks Brugo's sides and they gallop off towards the Fords of Brunien.

The Shire...

A Dark Rider startles a hobbit cutting wood. His dog sensibly retreats into the house.

"Shire... Baggins..." the Nazgul hisses.

"There's no Baggins 'round her. They're all up in Hobbiton."

The Rider hisses.

Startled, the hobbit points in the direction of Hobbiton, "That way"

The Rider takes off.

So that's chapter two. How was it? Hahaha Randi I told you I'd put you in it!

Anyway kindly read and review!