'Hush!' said Frodo. I think I hear hoofs again'
They stopped suddenly and stood as silent as treeshadows, listening. There was a sound of hoofs in the lane, some way behind, but coming slow and clear down the wind. Quickly and quietly they slipped off the path, and ran into the deeper shade under the oak-trees.
'Don't let us go too far!' said Frodo. 'I don't want to be seen, but I want to see if it is another Black Rider'
'Very well!' said Pippin. 'But don't forget the sniffing'
The hoof's drew nearer. They had no time to find any hiding-place better than the general darkness under the trees; Sam Pippin and Merry crouched behind a large tree-bole, while Frodo crept back a few yards towards the lane. It showed grey and pale, a line of fading light through the wood. Above it the stars were thick in the dim sky, but there was no moon.
The sound of hoofs stopped. As Frodo watched he saw something dark pass across the lighter space between two trees, and then halt. It looked like the black shade of a horse led by a smaller black shadow. The black shadow stood close to the point where they had left the path, and it swayed from side to side. Frodo thought he heard the sound of snuffling. The shadow bent to the ground, and began to crawl towards him.
Once more the desire to slip on the Ring came over Frodo; but this time it was stronger than before. So strong that, almost before he realized what he was doing, his hand was groping his pocket. But at that moment a snarling wolf appeared behind the shadow. White with dark markings and cold blue-grey eyes, the wolf made a leap towards the shadow, but it seemed to of jumped to high, for it passed right over the bent shadow and was now standing with it's ear's pressed against it's head, showing long sharp canines. But the wolf did not stop, it was heading right at Frodo, who still had his hand on his pocket but had stopped at the sight of the creature. But he was not the only one, the shadow had also paused to watch the wolf. Before Frodo had time to deside wether or not the wolf who was now peircing his eyes with its cold stare; was just a hungry wolf, or a pawn of the enemy; the black shadow straightened up and retreated. It climbed on to the shadowy horse and seemed to vanish across the lane into darkness on the other side. When Frodo looked back at the wolf it was not there, it had dissapeared as it had appeared moments ago and left no trace that a wolf of its kind had ever been on the shadowy grounds of that night.
The four hobbits cautiously made there way through the wood, making sure to stay well away from any road or distinguishable path.
'Aything?' asked sam,
'Nothing' replied Frodo from the large oak he was scouting from.
'What is going on?' Pippin asked through uneasy breathes,
'That Black Rider was looking for something. Or Someone' said merry as he approached the oak 'Fodo'
Pippin quickly pushed sam to the gound 'Get down' Just as a Black Rider appeared atop the hill behind the oak.
Frodo turned his head, careful not to be seen and looked at Merry.
'I have to leave the shire... Sam and I must get to bree'
Merry nodded his head, it would be best if they did leave the shire.
'Bucklebury Ferry..Follow me'
Merry let the way quickly through the tree's, knowing if they didn't hurry they would all be dead soon...
Disclaimer: do not own LOTR or it's characters. Only Kalista (the wolf)
They stopped suddenly and stood as silent as treeshadows, listening. There was a sound of hoofs in the lane, some way behind, but coming slow and clear down the wind. Quickly and quietly they slipped off the path, and ran into the deeper shade under the oak-trees.
'Don't let us go too far!' said Frodo. 'I don't want to be seen, but I want to see if it is another Black Rider'
'Very well!' said Pippin. 'But don't forget the sniffing'
The hoof's drew nearer. They had no time to find any hiding-place better than the general darkness under the trees; Sam Pippin and Merry crouched behind a large tree-bole, while Frodo crept back a few yards towards the lane. It showed grey and pale, a line of fading light through the wood. Above it the stars were thick in the dim sky, but there was no moon.
The sound of hoofs stopped. As Frodo watched he saw something dark pass across the lighter space between two trees, and then halt. It looked like the black shade of a horse led by a smaller black shadow. The black shadow stood close to the point where they had left the path, and it swayed from side to side. Frodo thought he heard the sound of snuffling. The shadow bent to the ground, and began to crawl towards him.
Once more the desire to slip on the Ring came over Frodo; but this time it was stronger than before. So strong that, almost before he realized what he was doing, his hand was groping his pocket. But at that moment a snarling wolf appeared behind the shadow. White with dark markings and cold blue-grey eyes, the wolf made a leap towards the shadow, but it seemed to of jumped to high, for it passed right over the bent shadow and was now standing with it's ear's pressed against it's head, showing long sharp canines. But the wolf did not stop, it was heading right at Frodo, who still had his hand on his pocket but had stopped at the sight of the creature. But he was not the only one, the shadow had also paused to watch the wolf. Before Frodo had time to deside wether or not the wolf who was now peircing his eyes with its cold stare; was just a hungry wolf, or a pawn of the enemy; the black shadow straightened up and retreated. It climbed on to the shadowy horse and seemed to vanish across the lane into darkness on the other side. When Frodo looked back at the wolf it was not there, it had dissapeared as it had appeared moments ago and left no trace that a wolf of its kind had ever been on the shadowy grounds of that night.
The four hobbits cautiously made there way through the wood, making sure to stay well away from any road or distinguishable path.
'Aything?' asked sam,
'Nothing' replied Frodo from the large oak he was scouting from.
'What is going on?' Pippin asked through uneasy breathes,
'That Black Rider was looking for something. Or Someone' said merry as he approached the oak 'Fodo'
Pippin quickly pushed sam to the gound 'Get down' Just as a Black Rider appeared atop the hill behind the oak.
Frodo turned his head, careful not to be seen and looked at Merry.
'I have to leave the shire... Sam and I must get to bree'
Merry nodded his head, it would be best if they did leave the shire.
'Bucklebury Ferry..Follow me'
Merry let the way quickly through the tree's, knowing if they didn't hurry they would all be dead soon...
Disclaimer: do not own LOTR or it's characters. Only Kalista (the wolf)