CH.5 An old and new friend
Suddenly, he was slammed into a wall by the staircase. And then Frodo saw that the person that had grabbed him, was the one that Butterbur had called 'Strider'. The one that had been looking at him all night.
"You draw far too much attention to yourself, 'Mr. Underhill'." Whispered the Man, before grabbing him by the shoulders and hauling him upstairs. When they got upstairs, he roughly pushed Frodo into the closets door. Frodo was pushed so roughly that hew barely saw anything from the room, except that it had two separate beds. One of them occupied. He quickly got up and looked at the strange Man.
"What do you want?" Asked Frodo.
"A little more caution from you. That is no trinket you carry." Said Strider, going around the room and quickly pinching out the flame from every candle that had been lit
"I carry nothing." Said Frodo, watching the man warily.
"Indeed." Was all he said. "I can avoid being seen if I wish, But to disappear entirely, that is a rare gift." Said Strider, removing the cloak from his hood. Finally, for the first time that, Frodo saw what the Man looked like. He had shoulder length straggly hair, and a pair of calm grey eyes, and an unshaven face.
"Who are you?" Said Frodo, a tinge of fear in his voice.
Instead of answering Frodo's question, Strider asked one of his own.
"Are you frightened?"
"Yes." Said Frodo after a bit.
"Not nearly frightened enough. I know what hunts you." Just then, he turned around, removing his sword from it's sheath at the same time. Just before the door burst open. And in came the three remaining Hobbits, each armed with 'weapons'. First came Sam with his fist, then Merry with a candelabra, a Pippin with a Hobbit-sized stool.
"Let him Go!" Yelled Sam, shaking his fists. "Or I'll have you, Longshanks."
Strider smiled, glad that it was just Hobbits, and not someone out to kill him. Since there was no threat, he put his sword back in it's sheath.
"You have a stout heart, little Hobbit. But that will not save you."
Just then, a pillow came flying from the bed over by the window and hit Sam square in the face.
"Indeed it won't." Said a voice from where the projectile had originated, a feminine voice, a familiar feminine voice.
As one, all the Hobbits turned to where to voice had come from, and there in the bed, looking VERY angry I might add, was Hiryuu. Dressed in her usual tank-top and breeches. Her hair was a mess to, as if she'd been asleep...
"Do you guys have ANY idea how hard it is to get some sleep around here! First, Strider comes barging through the door with Frodo, and then you guys come barging in here! Next time you guys do that-"
"Enough Hiryuu." Said Strider, looking at his angry, and sleepy, friend.
"Fine." Said a disgruntled Hiryuu, crossing her arms and glaring at everyone in the room. Strider just rolled his eyes at his friends antics, and turned to the Frodo again.
"You can no longer wait for the wizard, Frodo. They're coming."
"What's coming?" Asked Pippin
"The Nazgul." Said Hiryuu. All the Hobbits turned and saw that she was looking out the window. She turned her head and looked at Strider, who nodded his head. She then turned to the four Hobbits. "I think that it'd be best of you brought your things into our room guys. I'll help you gather your things while Strider prepares a place for you all to sleep." She then walked out of the room, and headed towards the wing where the Hobbit rooms were placed, the four Hobbits quickly following her.
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The room was fairly quiet, with all off the Hobbits asleep. The only ones awake were Strider and Hiryuu. The latter standing watch by the door, and the former looking out the window, from which they had the perfect view of the Hobbits room (I'll just say that the Inn is indented like this . Think of the lines as the walls facing the street, I just hope this isn't TOO confusing), and each was gripping the hilts of their swords with a little more strength than necessary.
Strider watched as he saw several large shapes move in the Hobbits former room. He was absolutely certain that those shapes where Nazgul. Then, he started hearing the sounds of their swords as they started stabbing the pillows and blankets the Hobbits and Hiryuu had used to replace the Hobbits. Then out in the courtyard, he heard their cursed horses rear and neigh. After the noises had finally stopped, all was quite for a bit, and then, they started to shriek their foul language as they discovered that they had been fooled, they started throwing the beds and what-not in their anger.
Unfortunately, their shrieking had caused the Hobbits to wake up. All of the Hobbits looked at Strider.
"What are they?" Asked Frodo, asking the question that burned in each of the Hobbits minds.
Strider turned to look at the frightened Hobbits before them.
"They were once Men. Great kings of Men. Then Sauron the Deceiver gave to them nine rings of power. Blinded by their greed, they took them without question. One by one, falling into darkness." He then turned to watch as the Nazgul climbed onto their cursed steeds and galloped out of Bree.
"Now they are slaves to his will. They are the Nazgul. Ringwraiths. Neither living nor dead. At all times they feel the presence of the Ring, they are drawn to the power of the One. They will never stop hunting you. So long as you have the Ring." Said Hiryuu, from her place against the wall. "Now, my friends, I suggest that you get your sleep, you'll be needing it tomorrow."
"Why? Are we going somewhere?" Asked the ever-naïve Pippin.
"Actually, we are." Said Hiryuu.
Fin of Ch.5
Me: Finally done, this was a BORING chapter, but it had to be done. The only part that I did like, was when Hiryuu threw the pillow at the Hobbits!
Hiryuu: Me too! I thought it was fun.
Pippin: Well I didn't think it was fun.
Merry: Me either
Me: Sorry about that guys, but I had to have had at least a LITTLE bit of Hiryuu involvement. By the way, I'm sorry about how the last chapter turned out, I only noticed something after I had posted it, that it was ALL (well almost) copied from the movie. Now the Hobbits will do the disclaimer, since I still haven't found mine yet.....
Hiryuu backs away slowly from the author.
Me: Oh, and they'll also tell you about a little contest to. Boys?
Merry: Hiryuu owns nothing that came from the mind of the genius, J.R.R. Tolkien.
Pippin: The only thing she does own are the OC's and the plot.
Sam: And Rei and everything about Hiryuu's power comes from the geniuses that created Breath of Fire III.
Pippin: And now for the little contest. The objective is to find out where Hiryuu was in chapter 4.
Sam: Whoever happens to get it right will receive the Honour of having a whole chapter dedicated to him/her. And also, if you would be so kind as to send in your e-mail address with your response, cause the winner gets to have their very own character in this story, mind you, s/he won't play a big part, but that person will becomes Hiryuu's best friend! If you win, the author will send an e-mail to you, requesting basic info about your character.
Merry: And yes, Hiryuu IS in ch.4, you just have to look very closely, her name isn't mentioned.
Pippin: Good Luck!
Suddenly, he was slammed into a wall by the staircase. And then Frodo saw that the person that had grabbed him, was the one that Butterbur had called 'Strider'. The one that had been looking at him all night.
"You draw far too much attention to yourself, 'Mr. Underhill'." Whispered the Man, before grabbing him by the shoulders and hauling him upstairs. When they got upstairs, he roughly pushed Frodo into the closets door. Frodo was pushed so roughly that hew barely saw anything from the room, except that it had two separate beds. One of them occupied. He quickly got up and looked at the strange Man.
"What do you want?" Asked Frodo.
"A little more caution from you. That is no trinket you carry." Said Strider, going around the room and quickly pinching out the flame from every candle that had been lit
"I carry nothing." Said Frodo, watching the man warily.
"Indeed." Was all he said. "I can avoid being seen if I wish, But to disappear entirely, that is a rare gift." Said Strider, removing the cloak from his hood. Finally, for the first time that, Frodo saw what the Man looked like. He had shoulder length straggly hair, and a pair of calm grey eyes, and an unshaven face.
"Who are you?" Said Frodo, a tinge of fear in his voice.
Instead of answering Frodo's question, Strider asked one of his own.
"Are you frightened?"
"Yes." Said Frodo after a bit.
"Not nearly frightened enough. I know what hunts you." Just then, he turned around, removing his sword from it's sheath at the same time. Just before the door burst open. And in came the three remaining Hobbits, each armed with 'weapons'. First came Sam with his fist, then Merry with a candelabra, a Pippin with a Hobbit-sized stool.
"Let him Go!" Yelled Sam, shaking his fists. "Or I'll have you, Longshanks."
Strider smiled, glad that it was just Hobbits, and not someone out to kill him. Since there was no threat, he put his sword back in it's sheath.
"You have a stout heart, little Hobbit. But that will not save you."
Just then, a pillow came flying from the bed over by the window and hit Sam square in the face.
"Indeed it won't." Said a voice from where the projectile had originated, a feminine voice, a familiar feminine voice.
As one, all the Hobbits turned to where to voice had come from, and there in the bed, looking VERY angry I might add, was Hiryuu. Dressed in her usual tank-top and breeches. Her hair was a mess to, as if she'd been asleep...
"Do you guys have ANY idea how hard it is to get some sleep around here! First, Strider comes barging through the door with Frodo, and then you guys come barging in here! Next time you guys do that-"
"Enough Hiryuu." Said Strider, looking at his angry, and sleepy, friend.
"Fine." Said a disgruntled Hiryuu, crossing her arms and glaring at everyone in the room. Strider just rolled his eyes at his friends antics, and turned to the Frodo again.
"You can no longer wait for the wizard, Frodo. They're coming."
"What's coming?" Asked Pippin
"The Nazgul." Said Hiryuu. All the Hobbits turned and saw that she was looking out the window. She turned her head and looked at Strider, who nodded his head. She then turned to the four Hobbits. "I think that it'd be best of you brought your things into our room guys. I'll help you gather your things while Strider prepares a place for you all to sleep." She then walked out of the room, and headed towards the wing where the Hobbit rooms were placed, the four Hobbits quickly following her.
-
The room was fairly quiet, with all off the Hobbits asleep. The only ones awake were Strider and Hiryuu. The latter standing watch by the door, and the former looking out the window, from which they had the perfect view of the Hobbits room (I'll just say that the Inn is indented like this . Think of the lines as the walls facing the street, I just hope this isn't TOO confusing), and each was gripping the hilts of their swords with a little more strength than necessary.
Strider watched as he saw several large shapes move in the Hobbits former room. He was absolutely certain that those shapes where Nazgul. Then, he started hearing the sounds of their swords as they started stabbing the pillows and blankets the Hobbits and Hiryuu had used to replace the Hobbits. Then out in the courtyard, he heard their cursed horses rear and neigh. After the noises had finally stopped, all was quite for a bit, and then, they started to shriek their foul language as they discovered that they had been fooled, they started throwing the beds and what-not in their anger.
Unfortunately, their shrieking had caused the Hobbits to wake up. All of the Hobbits looked at Strider.
"What are they?" Asked Frodo, asking the question that burned in each of the Hobbits minds.
Strider turned to look at the frightened Hobbits before them.
"They were once Men. Great kings of Men. Then Sauron the Deceiver gave to them nine rings of power. Blinded by their greed, they took them without question. One by one, falling into darkness." He then turned to watch as the Nazgul climbed onto their cursed steeds and galloped out of Bree.
"Now they are slaves to his will. They are the Nazgul. Ringwraiths. Neither living nor dead. At all times they feel the presence of the Ring, they are drawn to the power of the One. They will never stop hunting you. So long as you have the Ring." Said Hiryuu, from her place against the wall. "Now, my friends, I suggest that you get your sleep, you'll be needing it tomorrow."
"Why? Are we going somewhere?" Asked the ever-naïve Pippin.
"Actually, we are." Said Hiryuu.
Fin of Ch.5
Me: Finally done, this was a BORING chapter, but it had to be done. The only part that I did like, was when Hiryuu threw the pillow at the Hobbits!
Hiryuu: Me too! I thought it was fun.
Pippin: Well I didn't think it was fun.
Merry: Me either
Me: Sorry about that guys, but I had to have had at least a LITTLE bit of Hiryuu involvement. By the way, I'm sorry about how the last chapter turned out, I only noticed something after I had posted it, that it was ALL (well almost) copied from the movie. Now the Hobbits will do the disclaimer, since I still haven't found mine yet.....
Hiryuu backs away slowly from the author.
Me: Oh, and they'll also tell you about a little contest to. Boys?
Merry: Hiryuu owns nothing that came from the mind of the genius, J.R.R. Tolkien.
Pippin: The only thing she does own are the OC's and the plot.
Sam: And Rei and everything about Hiryuu's power comes from the geniuses that created Breath of Fire III.
Pippin: And now for the little contest. The objective is to find out where Hiryuu was in chapter 4.
Sam: Whoever happens to get it right will receive the Honour of having a whole chapter dedicated to him/her. And also, if you would be so kind as to send in your e-mail address with your response, cause the winner gets to have their very own character in this story, mind you, s/he won't play a big part, but that person will becomes Hiryuu's best friend! If you win, the author will send an e-mail to you, requesting basic info about your character.
Merry: And yes, Hiryuu IS in ch.4, you just have to look very closely, her name isn't mentioned.
Pippin: Good Luck!