COPYRIGHTED STUFF:
Naeniver Bunce
Flynn
Thírowin Níworith
Sakhar Kloubniki
Beone Andomedriel
Ceria
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Book: The Fellowship's Journey
Chapter: 4
Chapter name: The Nazgul's Prey
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Flynn was the first to unsheathe his sword. "Prepare yourselves!" he cried to the others. Not knowing what this fiend would do, he took a defensive stance, guarding the hobbits. The Nazgul advanced toward Frodo, but Flynn stepped in the way. From the look of the Nazgul, Flynn was struck with fear, but at the same time he was filled with anger. "What you have come for you will not get!" said Flynn as he gripped his sword tightly, preparing himself for whatever his foe may do.
"Do not come between the Nazgul, and it's prey!" The Nazgul sneered in a wicked, breathy voice.
Naeniver pulled her own sword and swung at the foul beast, clipping it's wing. The beast knocked her flat, landing her several meters away. Half in a daze, she stumbled to Frodo who had his sword ready for whatever the Nazgul might send his way. Flynn put himself between Naeniver and the Nazgul and it's beast. After a moment Naeniver stood, having recovered from her shock.
Thírowin Níworith felt something stir deep within her. Perhaps it was the sick anticipation of the ensuing bedlam; perhaps it was blatant fear. Either way, she knew what she had to do. In one deft movement, she wrenched an arrow from her quiver and strung it taught in her bow. She aimed hard at the Nazgul.
But in the chaotic moment when she was about to fire, Gollum came careening into her, causing the arrow to fling off course into the nearby water. As she toppled over on the ground, Gollum screeched in horror as he cowered into the din. Quickly regaining her composure, she rose to her feet and once again took aim, "In its path or not, Stinker, this time my arrow will strike." At her side, Sakhar, too, was preparing to send out an arrow.
The Nazgul swung his sword and hit Flynn's sword head-on. Flynn fell backwards onto Gollum.
"My Preassoussess!" The creature coughed. Then he jumped out of hiding to the Nazgul's beast.
Thírowin released her arrow. It went far and landed in the side of the Nazgul's foul beast. The beast screeched as Gollum used Thírowin's arrow to climb the foul beast. Sakhar, too, released her arrow, but the foul creature must have known it was coming, for the foul beast moved out of the way.
Flynn, now standing, advanced with Naeniver. Naeniver struck from the right, while Flynn struck from the left. Poor Naeniver's sword only dented the Nazgul's armor, but Flynn's sword went through the Nazgul's armor and struck whatever was beneath. The Nazgul gave a roar, and fled, horribly wounded. Flynn bent over, holding his arm in utter pain and agony. The Nazgul mounted his foul beast and struck Gollum of then lifted into the sky, and flew toward Mordor. The fellowship watched as the Nazgul leaned over his injured beast.
"He knows our whereabouts!" exclaimed Flynn staring after the Nazgul as he flew off into the distance. "What are we going to do?" he continued, "Surely none of us thinks he knows of our intentions as of yet. Yet if he does, what shall we do?" Turning around, Flynn remembered that his companions may have been hurt in all the commotion. "I'm sorry," he said, "I shouldn't be worrying about such things just yet. We should rest and recover for now. Is anyone hurt?" Flynn began boiling some water to clean any cuts or wounds the fellowship may have received during the struggle.
"The wind carries a foul scent," thought Thírowin as she surveyed a field for Athelas leaf, the overcast sky looming above. She watched as the others hastened to help the injured. As she clutched a fist-full of the plant, a piercing pain erupted in her leg. She pulled apart the lacerated garment to find a severe wound. Wincing, she limped back by the rest of the group, the plant in hand.
"Smeágol will help!" Cried the wretch, leaping about like a madman.
"I think you've helped enough," snapped Thírowin, as she offered Athelas to the injured, "The beast has fled, but I fear it will not be long before it returns." She sat and treated the wound on her leg. "I will hunt for game to prepare for the coming journey," she stated as she strode off with bow at the ready.
As Flyne got the water boiling, and as Thírowin gave out Athelas to the hurt, especially Flynn, whose arm had been seriously injured. Naeniver rubbed her side where she must have had hurt herself in the fight. She stood up and helped Flyne carry the hot water and some rags. "I wonder why the Nazgul fled? Maybe to report to Sauron." Naeniver dipped a rag into water and began to clean a cut Radagast had.
After great consideration, the fellowship decided to leave immediately. They packed up and left as soon as possible. Lucky for them, the Nazgul did not return.
"Must have been scared off." Naeniver said.
"No, Nazgul are not afraid of us. No, not yet." Flynn said. Radagast nodded.
"Grave danger in this mission. Especially for the Ring-bearer" The wizard looked at Frodo, who was fingering the Ring. When he realized that Radagast was watching, he quickly withdrew his hand from his neck.
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Several days later...
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"Smeágol showsss the way!" Gollum pointed. They had arrived at the black gate. "You says we showsss you, and weesss show you. Good Sssmeágol."
"Yes, we did, and you have." Beone said, looking at the gate in awe and in fear.
"I, for one, do not fear this place. Only what it holds." Sakhar sighed. "And what it holds, I do not wish to visit. Orcs. Stench. Lava. Him." The elf pointed to the tower of Sauron.
"I agree." Said Thírowin.
"And I." Ceria nodded her agreement.
The fellowship crept to the edge of a small hill that they were on. Bad men from the south were marching into Mordor. Behind the fellowship, Gollum was shaking and whimpering Just as the gate was closing, Gollum grabbed at the fellowship.
"No! No! Dooss not go in theress! There isss another way!" He hissed.
"What? Another way? Why did you not tell us this before?" Flynn said as the gate closed.
"Becaussse youss did not asssk. Master did not asssk." Gollum cried.
"Were is this way?" Naeniver asked.
"Youss take a path, then the stairs, then," here, Gollum got serious. "the tunnel."
"You lie!" Sakhar lunged at the creature.
"No! Master!" Gollum cried.
"Leave him. He's gotten us this far. I believe him." Frodo looked at Gollum, as if he were under a spell.
"I think we should go with Gollum. Not that I trust him at all, but waiting here is like signing your own death warrant" Naeniver said. "I, for one, do NOT wish to wait. I stand with Frodo and, well, if I must, Gollum."
"There's no way we could make it through those gates," said Flynn. "We'd be spotted before any of us could make it inside."
Flynn spoke with the others later while Gollum was off elsewhere probably looking for food as he usually did for he wouldn't eat the decent kind that the fellowship had. "We can't trust him," said Flynn. "The reason he stopped us was for the love of the Ring. If he keeps us safe from Mordor, he's keeping the Ring safe from Mordor. He's never going to stop wanting it. I don't trust him but right now we don't have any other choice than to follow him."
