Disclaimer: I do not own Lotr we all wished that we did, but we don't so I'm just walking Tolkien's Dogs so to speak. No sue! This chapter is a bit angsty and I hope that you all enjoy. DLN

Weathertop

Frodo

I had gone to sleep but I had no idea for how long when I awaken to the sound of whispering, first I hear Merry say,

"Oh my tomato's burst." then Pippin asked,

"Could I have some bacon?" At Merry's question to Sam whether he wanted a tomato or not I rolled over violently ans asked,

"What are you doing?"

"Tomato's, sausages, and nice crispy bacon," answered Merry.

"We saved some for you Mr. Frodo," said Sam holding out a bowl. While the thought was nice I was horrified at the fire they had going.

"Put it out you fools, put it out," I yelled running up and stomping out the fire with my foot.

"That's nice," cried out Pippin rather loudly. "Ash on my tomato's." A resounding screech from below was our reply I rant to the edge of the cliff and gazed down into the night to see five ringwraiths riding out of the mist toward the watchtower.

"Go!" I cried drawing my tiny sword. At my action the rest them drew their own swords and we ran up the stairs to the top of the watchtower and stood back to back directly in the middle of it. Our glances darted in all directions, it was only a matter of waiting. The very first black rider I saw seemed to emerge from the womb of blackness around it. It drew it's sword and advanced on us I back away in sheer terror. Four more had now appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

"Back you Devils!" cried Sam rushing them all at once but they easily threw him aside. Merry and Pippin dashed in front of me to protect me but they too were easily thrown aside. This left me all alone and unguarded. I could only stare up at them in mortified shock. I let my sword drop and I tried to retreat backward but I ended up falling instead. Then the ring began to whisper to me in a language I did not understand, I pulled it out of my pocket momentarily forgetting my fear. I looked up to see that one of the ringwraiths stared at me and the ring. He then began advancing on me drawing his sword menacingly. I crawled backward frantically trying to escape him. The rest advanced behind him. He made as if to stab me but in a moment of weakness I slipped on the ring. I was in that world again but in this world the black riders were no longer black they were white and ethereal. Their faces were that of very old men and they were wearing crowns upon their heads. The leader outstretched his hand to me reaching for the ring on my finger. The ring seemed to pull toward him and in a contrary gesture I yanked my hand back. This surprised the wraith and he retaliated by stabbing me in the shoulder. His white blade disappeared into my flesh causing me to scream in pain but I was distracted by another sound that of angered screams. The sword was yanked from me as the creature backed away and in a flash of brilliant fire and clothes I saw Amanda, Laurelin and Strider leap over me swords in hand to fight. Feeling safer I moved to pull the ring from my finger I screamed after the move was executed gasping in pain.

"Frodo," cried Sam rushing over to me suddenly.

"Oh Sam," I said softly looking up at his tear filled eyes. Glancing over at the battle I saw that Aragorn had a torch, Amanda's hands were lit afire, Laurelin was armed with staff and sword. They took care of them skilfully. Amanda set Laurelin opponents on fire while she distracted them making them run away screaming in their awful tones, while Strider took care of his with a torch. The very last one was dealt with in fact by Strider who threw his torch straight through it's head. It ran away screaming in agony. Once it was gone all three of them rounded on their heel toward me.

"Help him," cried Sam. Strider picked up the blade I'd been stabbed by and examined it.

"He's been stabbed by a morgul blade," said Strider casting it away in disgust. "This is beyond my skill to heal." Amanda suddenly leaned forward and picked me tenderly cradling me to her front as we all retreated. I clutched at he whimpering pitifully as we ran.

"We're six days from Rivendell," cried Sam in anguish. "He'll never make it."

"Hold on Frodo," Amanda whispered sorrowfully in my ear. I whimpered back at her in my mind I cried out to Gandalf wondering why he wasn't here.

Laurelin

We stopped to rest at a ring of troll statues. Amanda sat on the ground cradling Frodo's head in her lap. It was apparent that she cared deeply for the little Hobbit.

"Look Frodo it's Mr Bilbo's trolls. Mr. Frodo?" Sam felthis cheek. "He's going cold."

"Is he going to die?" asked Pippin emotion shaking his voice, I knew Amanda was thinking the same thing.

"He's passing into the shadow world soon he'll become a wraith like them." A Striders utterance Frodo gasped violently.

"They're close," said Merry. Strider and Sam then went off to find some Kings foil to slowthe progression of the poison. Amanda couldn't stop touching Frodo's face while Merry and Pippin graced either side of her. I stood watch although I watched them a good deal of the time. Strider suddenly came bounding back with some leaves in his hand and a woman in tow. Merry and Pippin backed away to give them room. Amanda winced when Arwen said that he was fading. Arwen was on old friend of ours from Rivendell. Strider smoothed away Frodo's shirt and jacket to apply the kings foil.

"We must get him to my father," said Arwen urgently rising. Strider lifted Frodo from Amanda and immediately set him on Arwen's horse. They then began to argue in Elvish over who should go. In the end it was Arwen.

"What are you doing," cried Sam. " Those things are still out there."

"The best thing they can do," replied Amanda in anguish.