I'm sorry I haven't updated this in a while, I've been busy with exams and some other stuff lol but I found this chapter which was written quite a few months ago. Also a big thanks to theamazingtecnocoloredringwriath, who made me realises I hadn't updated in centuries. Also thank you to Silver Sniper, halfblood princess and summer, Pisces411 and theamazingtecnocoloredringwriath, my reviewers of the last chapter. :) Those still confused about Aragorn, I wanted to make her the stereotype princess.

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'So after I got lost for the twelfth time, some one finally helped me.' Smiled Strider.

Sam looked at her slightly tiered, 'That's great.' They now called Aragorn, Strider, mainly because she was offended after they had laughed at her name.

'I know.'

Pippin yawned wildly, 'Can we stop for a second breakfast now?'

Strider's expression changed, 'We're not stopping for anything, and I'm not going to let Gandalf have something to yell at me about again. Last time he yelled for three hours and then wouldn't leave.'

'But I'm hungry.' Groaned Pippin.

'I'm without my beauty products, deal with it.'

Sam rolled her eyes and stroked the pony she was leading, it had been the only one left in the village and she'd named it Bill.

'But you need food to live.' Muttered Pippin.

Strider threw an apple at his head and carried on walking.

'I don't like her,' muttered Pippin.

'Finally met your match Pip?' smiled Sam.

Frodo was walking quietly ahead with Merry.

'So she had an engagement ring?' asked Merry.

'Yes, but it was odd because we met Goldberry later. She seemed wonderful and beautiful and was so nice to give us food. I wonder if Tom's awake yet?'

'That's what he gets for trying to go out with Sam behind Goldberry's back.'

'Less talking more walking.' Yelled Strider.

'Who died and made her king?' muttered Merry.

Strider suddenly halted to a stop.

'What's the matter?' asked Sam quickly.

'Aren't I beautiful?' sighed strider, flicking her hair.

Sam walked up to her nervously, and suddenly noticed the puddle in which Strider was admiring herself in. 'Shouldn't we get a move on?'

'I think we should make camp here,' smiled Strider at her reflection.

'What about there?' asked Merry, pointing to a tall hill with rocks at the top.

'It looks a bit creepy,' muttered Aragorn.

'You just want to stay here and admire yourself in a puddle, don't you?' Merry rolled her eyes.

'Fine creepy tower it is, don't blame me if anything happens.' Smirked Strider.

'Aren't you supposed to be protecting us?' asked Pippin, raising an eyebrow.

'I'm sorry are you speaking to the person in charge? Because if you are, I'm sure Merry would be delighted to answer your question.' Glared Strider.

'Would you too stop arguing for one second, we should be worried about those cloaked folk, or Mr Frodo? I'm awfully sorry for saying this, but if you don't stop arguing I may get me frying pan out and hit you all on the head.'

They all stared at her.

'This wouldn't be happening if we'd had a second breakfast.' Pippin finally said.

Sam sighed before leading Bill the pony up towards the hill.

'What's her problem?' asked Pippin.

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It was now night time, and Sam was sitting staring at the burning fire. Strider had been gone a while, and she'd bet Bill the pony that she was still at that puddle, admiring herself. Her gaze settled onto Mr Frodo, who was gently sleeping. She wondered if he'd ever realise how much she cared. Suddenly blue eyes sprung open looking piercingly at her.

'Mr Frodo,' she smiled gently, 'You're awake, and we've saved you some food.'

His eyes suddenly caught sight of the fire, 'Put it out quickly!' he yelled.

'Ever learnt the word please?' asked Merry.

'They'll see it, but it out!'

It was suddenly too late and three cloaked figures were gliding quickly towards them, with swords shinning an eerie blue raised towards them.

'Is this a bad time to say run?' asked Merry nervously.

Sam quickly pulled out a weapon Strider had given her earlier. All four stood defensively together, weapons raised.

'Mr Frodo, you should run!' hissed Sam.

'No I'm not leaving.'

The cloaked figures suddenly sprang forwards with an ear piercing shriek. Merry was quickly knocked to the floor and lay there unmoving. Pippin fell back to the ground, where he'd tripped over a log. Sam was quickly thrown across the ground.

'Sam!' he yelled, before backing quickly away from the cloaked figures and towards Sam. He suddenly tripped up, as the cloaked figures got closer and closer with their swords raised. Frodo quickly grabbed his ring, and put it on without thinking. The world seemed to slow down, as a sword got plunged into his shoulder.

'Mr Frodo!' Sam's shriek made the ring on Frodo's finger slip off as he cried out in pain.

Hissing was suddenly heard, but this time a pink cloaked figure had joined the other three.

'Is this a bad time to show you my cool fire stick?' Sam looked up in relief seeing Strider, appear from nowhere. 'You had a party without inviting me?' The look on her face was now fierce and angry as she plunged the fire into the nearest cloak figure, before jumping towards the next, 'This is what you get,' she screamed, now fighting two cloak figures and swinging the stick round to it hit both. 'For not inviting me to your party.' The cloaked figures hissed wildly, before sweeping off quickly.

Strider smiled happily, 'See,' she smiled at the hobbits, 'I protected you.'

Sam ignored her, before throwing herself down next to Frodo, who was now groaning in pain. 'You're hurt,' she whispered, 'I promised Mr Gandalf I'd keep you safe.'

'It's fine,' he whispered, 'the cut on your head looks worse.' He gently reached out to touch it, but it was then his eyes became unfocused and his arm dropped to the ground. He then started to choke and gasp.

'Mr Frodo, don't leave me. I don't want to go back to the shire without you.'

Strider walked quickly past a groaning Merry and a dazed Pippin. She kneeled next to Frodo and pulled half a blade from his shoulder. Her eyes widen in realisation looking at it, 'Gandalf's going to kill me.'