Hey guys! I know Devious-WildChild wrote this first, and yes! It is the same person here, don't worry! I took off my stories to edit them a little bit, then my account went all crazy and I couldn't get back into it to post them back on. So I had to make a new account. Lucky I'd already taken my stories off in my other account eh? 

Anyway, so here it is. There are a few more chapters that I've added, so enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters apart from the Phoenix.

Ps. I've created the character of the Phoenix based mostly on stuff I've made up and stuff that I already know. It might not be really much like what a real Phoenix is like, but hey this is my story, and I make what happens here! XD

Pss. To those who have read it before, I've realised how Mary-Sue-Ish it was and I've done my best to try and reverse it!

Chapter three:

Attack Of The Nazgul

Faye awoke a little later on in the night. Aragorn had not yet returned. Frodo was still asleep, and the other three hobbits where cooking more food. Faye sat up immediately, as she saw the imminent danger.

"Put it out! Put out the fire!" she cried, the cry of the Nazgul neared. Frodo awoke from his slumber and froze. Sam, Merry and Pippin too became frozen with fear. The Nazgul seemed so near.

Fay forced herself to get up. Her legs trembled still, she clutched onto the wall beside her to try and balance herself. Her head swam. She clenched her teeth and forced her unstable legs to move. She peered out over the edge of the watch tower. She saw the Five Nazgul ride towards them.

"Run!" cried Faye, pushing the hobbits up the stairs to the top of the tower. They drew their swords with quivering hands and ran. Faye stumbled a couple of times. Each time she forced herself up again. I must protect the hobbits. She told herself. Once they where up the top they bunched together, and waited for the Nazgul to show themselves.

They appeared out of the mist, daunting figures clothed in long black robes. Their swords where drawn long sharp. They advanced swiftly.

"Back you devils!" cried Sam, attempting an attack at them. One of the Nazgul deflected the blow. Sam's sword landed on the ground at its feet. Faye took a deep breath and made a grab for the sword. A Nazgul nearly brought down its sword upon her, but Faye blocked the blow. Searing pain jarred up her arm. Faye prayed that Aragorn would return soon. She would not be able to keep this up much longer.

She took on the 5 Nazgul, blocking their blows and attacking as often as she could. Her attacks seemed to make no difference at all to the Nazgul. She would need more than a sword to save the hobbits and herself. She dropped the sword and with a blinding flash of light, and the war cry of the fire-spirits Faye transformed into the phoenix. She circled around the five Nazgul and hurled flames at them. They screeched their ear piercing scream. Frodo flinched as the calls of the Nazgul seemed to claw at his heart. The lead Nazgul's head turned to his direction, its attention drawn to Frodo after hearing his cry. It had managed to escape the circle of the Phoenix's flame and advanced towards Frodo, drawing his dagger. Merry and Pippin tried to fight him off but the Nazgul threw them aside with ease.
Frodo trembled with fear. Without thinking he slipped the ring onto his finger. Now in the vortex of the rings power, the Nazgul were clothed in white their ghostly faces appeared as skulls with barely any flesh on them. On top their heads sat crowns.

The four Nazgul where now engulfed in flame, but only two had fled. The rest refused to give up without a fight. Faye, still in phoenix form launched herself upon the Nazgul leader. She set its robes on fire. The Nazgul screeched and managed to throw her off him and slashed at her with his sword. The phoenix fell to the ground. It lay there a few moments, lifeless. The leader then drew is dagger high and plunged into Frodo's side. Frodo uttered a strained moan, and with great difficulty, managed to pull the ring off his finger.

Aragorn returned. Wielding his sword and a torch he launched himself upon the Nazgul leader, and added to the flame to his robes. Faye managed to drag herself up again and finished off the other two Nazgul.
The Hobbits gathered around Frodo. He was in a great deal of pain and the hobbits feared for him.

"Strider!" shouted Sam. Strider rushed to Frodo's side.
"He's been stabbed by a Morgul blade." Said Aragon. He picked up the dagger that Frodo had been stabbed with. The blade disappeared in a cloud of black smoke, its remnants dispersing in the wind. Aragorn dropped the blade and quickly inspected Frodo's wound. The hobbits watched silently waiting for Aragon's verdict. Whether Frodo would live or not.

Meanwhile Faye transformed back to her human form. She had also been wounded by the Nazgul, Aragon's cloak was ripped and her blood was soaking through. She pushed herself up and stumbled over to the others. Merry and Pippin saw her coming, and seeing that she was wounded ran to her side. They attempted to help her walk, but as they where so small they ended up holding her hands and guiding her back.

Faye slumped down beside Aragon. She took one look at the wound and could tell that he was beyond their aid. She had some healing power, but not against such great evil.

"We must get him to some help. He is beyond our aid." She told him, forcing her voice to remain steady. She didn't want Aragorn to know she was hurt. Aragon nodded in agreement. He picked Frodo up and slung him over his shoulder. He told the hobbits to run back to where they had set up camp and quickly collect their things. They had no time to waste. They must get Frodo to Rivendell, and fast.