Disclaimer- must I do this for every chapter! I DO NOT OWN THE LORD OF THE RINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And if any accuse me of stealing it one of Tolkien's Nasgûl will come and bring you to Tolkien's Mordor.

Chapter Three: Onward

Sometime shortly after the Nasgûl stab

Sam is the best. Apparently I passed out when the horrid black-cloaked things came close. Sam gave me water and woke me up, and then he gave me an apple. Everyone seems so worried; Mr. Frodo looks hurt. I hope it wasn't one of those things. They scare me.

Sam looks terrible. I want to help but I don't know what to do. Merry and Pippin seem really serious for once (that really scares me they're usually so positive). Strider is really worried too, but a more controlled worried like he thinks he knows what to do but is not sure it will work. He should trust himself more, I do. Maybe I trust too easily, but I really like who I'm with they are (as far as I can tell) very, very nice.

Mr. Frodo looks really bad off. I wish they would put him on my back; then we could get him to safety sooner. I can tell that something bad will happen if we stay here I just know it.

The next day

Mr. Frodo is on my back and he seems really weak. He's sort of conscious but not entirely. I've been walking all day and my old hooves ache. I'm not one to complain but Strider's keep us at a right quick pace and I am old.

Sam is trying to keep the younger hobbits calm by telling them that everything will be ok. I can perceive the truth though; my Sam is scared to death. He really cares about Mr. Frodo just as much as Merry and Pippin (and they're Mr. Frodo's cousins). Sam likes to talk to me, I think, he does a lot anyway. He just came up to me and he's saying, "It'll be alright Bill. You know you're the best pony I ever had and that's...well not really saying a lot, 'cause I never had another pony to compare you to, but you're the best anyway. I wish my gaffer could see you."

I wish I could tell Sam how much I appreciate him.

"I hope Mr. Frodo will be ok, I really do."

Ah! I sneezed.

"Bless you Bill"

To bad I can't say 'thank you'.

"I here Rivendell will be nice Bill. When I was a lad Mr. Bilbo would tell me stories about the elves. I would sit and listen to him tell stories for hours, until I was too old."

What's an elf?

"The elves are great Bill, well from what I've heard. You see years ago before hobbits even existed elves came to Middle Earth from the west..."

About an hour later

Sam told me all about elves and where we're going. Sam is really smart, but I don't think anyone else knows it. Maybe he's not, maybe ponies are just not smart enough to tell. But I don't think so.

Hmmm, this plant sure is tasty. My hooves don't hurt anymore. That's weird, and my many years seem to be wearing away! I must remember this little herb!

TBC

Well what did you think? I won't know unless you review!!!!!!!!!!!

Reviewer responses

BlueBlaze23- YES I FINALY GOT YOU TO REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you sooooo much. I really appreciate your advice and I think I figured out how to fix the problem. Wish me luck! And I'm glad you like the Sam/Bill attachment I do too.

Danny Barefoot- As you can see I decided to split up the journey to Rivendell. It's easier that way and I can devote chapters to certain feelings and days. What do you think? I'm really happy that you liked the screech. I wasn't quite sure how to do that.

HermioneCloneForever- Thank you, thank you, and thank you again. Oh, and you're welcome I'll be willing to help the biology impaired anytime! Sorry for the late update.