Angel
Chapter 15: My, You're a Scary Looking Person Aren't You?
Authoress' Notes: Okay, sorry about this taking so long. CURSE WRITER'S BLOCK! (u.u;;;;) anyway, onward to the chapter.
"Should we knock you suppose?" Merry asked looking up at the tall gate shutting off Bree.
"I don't care what you do, but I'm wet and cold and if you don't do something quick I'm gonna hurt something!" Tersa snapped, crossing her arms irritably.
"What did I ever do to you to have to her here? You already cursed me with a ring, was that not enough?" Frodo said looking up at the sky for a moment, then started banging his head against the gate. "Why…why…why…?"
"Who are you?!"
"What?" Frodo asked, looking up just in time to see the gate open and be nearly blinded by the lamp the gatekeeper was holding.
"What business do five hobbits have in the village of Bree?" The gatekeeper said, finally getting over the shock of seeing so many hobbits in one place.
"We wish to stay at the inn, our business is our own!" Frodo replied.
"Then why the frell did you just tell him why we're here?" Tersa asked and was quickly glared at by her companions. "WHAT?! It just doesn't make any sense!"
"Um… alright then. Get inside before I change my mind." The gatekeeper said, beginning to wonder about the group's sanity.
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
"Tersa quit that! People are staring!" Merry said, putting a hand between Tersa's forehead and the table.
"We are so dead." Tersa sighed, burying her head in her arms. "Gandalf's not here, black evil thingies are after us, and we're gonna die!"
"At least there's no barmaid here to annoy you."
"Shut up Frodo."
"I am just not going to ask." Sam sighed. "I have given up on trying to figure out what's going on."
"Oh, you mean you don't know? Tersa has a crush on y-" Pippin started but was hit in the nose with a bread crust. "What?"
"Shut up or I'll throw an entire oven at you." Tersa glared, then went back to hitting her head, and this time Merry did nothing to stop her.
"Right…" Pippin said, then noticed Merry was missing. "Hey, where'd Merry go?"
Merry walks up with a pint that is almost as tall as he is.
"What the bloody is that!?" Tersa asked.
"This is a pint!"
"It comes in pints?! I'm getting one!"
"You're an idiot."
"Bah. Just go back to hitting your head Tersa."
"Whatever. And to think we have to STAY in this… PLACE tonight. And stuck with demon boy over there." Tersa sighed. "I shoulda stayed home."
"But then you wouldn't have gotten to have spent all this quality time with Sam." Merry teased. "Besides, you would have come no matter what. You don't heed advice until it's too late."
"So?" Tersa shrugged, looking off into the distance for a moment. "It's not my fault you warped my young mind all those years ago."
"I didn't warp it into having a crush on Sam, you did that on your own." Merry replied. Sam nearly choked.
"What?!"
"Errrr… he's drunk. Don't listen to him." Tersa lied, turning red. "I'm going to go up to the room and unpack." She got up and started to walk off, but unfortunately she ran into Frodo, whom had gotten up to see where the heck Pippin went. This of course led to Frodo and Tersa falling to the floor, a certain ring flying up into the air, Frodo disappearing, and to the next scene. ^-^
"Alright, so what's the plan?" Pippin whispered as he, Merry, Sam, and Tersa stood outside the room that Frodo had been taken to.
"We run in, hit that guy over the head with something to knock him out, grab Frodo, and run out." Merry replied, one hand on the door handle, another on a candleholder to knock out Frodo's captor with. "On the count of three. One, two, THREE!"
"Unhand our friend you mad ruffian!"
"Exactly!"
"Yeah!"
"…"
"Aren't you in the least bit scared?" Tersa finally asked when the hooded figure did nothing.
"Not really. You are brave, but you are hobbits nonetheless. " Aragorn smirked. "I am Strider, a friend of Gandalf the Grey. Your friend is fine, but he may not be if he keeps putting himself in danger. Gather your things, you will not be sleeping in this room tonight."
"SKREEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"What the hell was that?!"
"Your friend after seeing a ringwraith slink into the Prancing Pony. She seems to have passed out." Aragorn sighed, trying to wake Tersa up.
"My, you're a scary looking person aren't you?" Tersa said groggily as her eyes finally opened and focused again, this time on Aragorn.
"I have been told that on occasion. Are you alright?" Aragorn asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine…" Tersa replied looking out the window nervously. "What were those th-" She stopped short as a ringwraith's scream cut through the air and pulled a nearby blanket over her head and latched onto whichever hobbit was closest to her. "Save meeeeeeeeee!! I don't want to die now!"
"Then you are on the wrong journey." Aragorn murmured grimly, looking at the window. "The ringwraiths shall always pursue the ring bearer. They will never tire; they are neither living nor dead. To be pursued by them is to have death walking one step behind you always, and should you falter…" He trailed off and gazed out the window for a moment then sighed. "But that is our road. Get some rest, we set out at first light."
BWAHAHA! Yet another chapter.^^ I'm sorry it took so long to get up, writer's block truly is EVIL! GAHHHHH!!! *Chases after writer's block with a frying pan*