Um, this chapter is not properly beta'd, so you might find a lot of mistakes. I didn't see any but that doesn't mean a thing. LOL! Ya, so, enjoy! Oh, and just for warning, some of this may be correct to book, some may be correct to the movie, some may be correct to neither. Just a warning. :)

Chapter Ten

'That's it!'

For the umpteenth time some forsaken rock buried itself right in between himself and the ground upon the ledge. He groaned aloud, rolling over and opening his eyes.

The sight before him was blurry at first, but that quickly changed and he was surprised when a bright roaring light flooded his vision.

"Oh." the hobbit groaned and sat up, bringing a fist to his eye as he stretched. His sleep-haggard mind finally awoke with a start and he nearly tumbled from his sleeping bag as he rose to his feet. "What are you doing?"

Merry looked up. "Tomatoes and some nice crispy bacon." he beamed and Frodo just stared at him, near befuddlement on his face.

Sam piped up and smiled holding up a small plate. "We saved some for you, Mister Frodo."

All three hobbits were surprised when Frodo burst up for the first time, his tired mind noticed the steadily blazing fire. "Put it out you fools! Put it out!"

He stepped forward to stamp out the blaze but a sudden shrill, piercing cry rang from the night and he was left near paralyzed by the fire.

Thoughts raced through his mind rapidly. 'Where is Strider? How come he has not come back? How did the wraiths find us?'

Merry was up instantly, his small sword out in a matter of seconds. Cold fury was frozen on his face and Sam stood next to him in absolute anger.

"We told you Frodo!" he cried, ire rising in his usually soft eyes. Merry growled at him, trying to accentuate what he felt. "That retched rat tricked us! He's told the wraiths and trapped us on this abandoned tower!"

A chill sunk over the entire hillside and Sam looked up, his eyes looked for the hidden moon. It was shaded over by dark, ominous clouds and seemed to say a silent message.

With annoyance he looked at Frodo, though the hobbits all knew that the emotion was not towards the Baggins. "I told you, Mister Frodo! That crooked ranger trapped us all, and now, he's tricked you against our honest thoughts!"

Pippin, knowing with his whole heart the truth stepped between the angry hobbits and Frodo. He turned and looked the blue-eyed hobbit straight, fear clearly seen in his own blue-grey eyes. "Go!" he shouted as he brought out his own barrow sword. He motioned for the stairs and Frodo bolted for them as did Sam and Merry, Pippin followed as trails of darkness seemed to bleed up behind him.

A shiver shook him harshly and in moments his eyes were fluttering open. He could hardly move, his left leg felt like lead and his entire body seemed to be floating in mist.

"Frodo?" he asked wearily, the ache returning badly in his head.

The ranger moved his fingers to his head and touched the delicate area where his temple had slammed against the rock.

Everything was extremely dark…

A moment passed before he groaned, whispering as he rose to his knees shakily.

"Idiot, your blind, remember!" he hissed trying to stand with the help of a nearby tree. "It's always dark." those last words made him sigh as he sniffed the steady current of wind.

Passing through his ears, penetrating cries nearly made his entire being collapse into the filthy mud once more.

"Ack!" he covered his ears and panted as the screams percolated through his fingers. "Eru…" he breathed out, trying to lean against a tree as his mind began to spin.

'What am I doing here, again?'

Aragorn's sluggish brain tried to cooperate with him, but unfortunately, the blow to the head had left him out solid, and the piercing wraith scream seemed to be toying with his fragile hearing and mind again.

Voices. Mental pictures. So many were going through his head right at the moment that he felt it about to explode.

He saw four smaller beings, he knew that he had never actually seen them, but the images were how they might look too him. Their voice spoke out and he instantly remembered.

"Frodo!" he nearly shouted the name as he dug deep into his sack for the special cotton; on finding it, he stuffed a large amount into his ears and breathed slowly to calm his racing heart.

Slinging the pack over his shoulder and brandishing his sword, he stepped forward cautiously and began to limp back the way he had come, the only thing guiding him was the flourish of muffled wraith cries that encountered his ears.

Staggering back, blade raised high, Frodo glanced all around them.

Darkness seeped from the edges of the structure and the moon seemed to refuse any light to the terrified foursome.

"Frodo," Pippin pushed him back so that he was at the rear of their group, the other three huddled around him protectively. "You stay there." he hissed.

Hardly caring to be furthest away from the danger with his friends most near it, Frodo tried to smile warmly, but a cruel chill crept up his spine and he felt an ice cold wind begin to whisper through Amon Sul.

Merry squinted as a shrouded shape appeared at the far border of the tower, black, torn garments billowing and shifting as the creature moved towards them.

A shrill, almost deafening cry rose and was echoed by others, at least two more.

"They're surroundin' us!" Sam shouted as he hedged closer to Frodo, raising his blade high, as if hoping that it alone would ward off the wraiths.

"I think we can see that…" Merry replied hotly while he ushered them all to squeeze in closer.

Frodo could sense them all around the company and he felt his air begin to catch in his throat, fear-striking hold over all other thoughts and emotions.

He tried to open his mouth, to call for Strider, but nothing came out.

His breathing began to increase and he felt a terror seize him.

Before he knew what could happen, the wraiths had appeared and were slowly advancing, swords raised to their hoods and darkness swirling on the rapid winds.

"Strider!" The name was ripped from his throat painfully and his blue eyes widened as all four hobbits stepped back.

Merry snarled and turned back to his cousin, eyes glinting dangerously, red hair twirling wildly. "That two-headed weasel! He's probably counting his gold and silver prize, watching us with some smirk! Longshanks isn't our ally; he's only a lowly traitor!"

Sam bit his lip and growled as the wraiths proceeded on, coming ever closer to the small band of halflings. The dark beings began to lower their blades in unison; as if they were all one wraith. But it was not so, and Frodo dearly wished that it would have been that way.

"Back you devils!" with a erratic lunge, the Gamgee slashed madly at the being before him, hoping desperately to inflict some sort of harm to the wicked one.

But before he could speak again, Sam was easily disarmed and pushed ruthlessly into a large piece of crumbled rock.

Seeing this, and knowing that they hardly stood a chance, Merry and Pippin crowded towards each other, blocking the way to Frodo.

Pippin's face was pale and anyone could effortlessly see the fear that flashed in Merry's green eyes. But, through all their fear and doubt, they stood, trying not to shiver with fear.

The oldest hobbit smiled inwardly, but that was easily wiped away as both hobbits were thrown aside by the cruel and merciless hands of the wraiths.

Frodo's breathing increased and he stumbled backwards, his sword dropping from sweat slicked palms. Another crack in the uneven ground sent him flying back onto his back while the wicked beings before him continued to follow.

The Black Rider in the very center of the group grabbed up his own sword threateningly and began to move on Frodo more quickly as the rest stopped to watch as their leader, the Witch-King, trapped the halfling.

Scooting back, the hobbit felt the Ring, he heard a voice inside his head, advising him to put it upon his finger and disappear. Something that sounded quite appeasing at the moment. But, yet another voice warned against such a quick action and Frodo seemed torn.

He sucked in a deep breath and slid upon the rough ground till he hit a large statue that had fallen to the tower floor in a heap.

As he slipped the Ring onto his finger, the wraith stopped and looked straight towards him, the dark abyss of his hood pierced Frodo's very heart and the halfling felt all time and space drift away as he was dragged into a world of shadow.

TBC

Ok, you guys. It has been brought to my attention that will no longer be supporting stories that have unoriginal music lyrics in them. sighs EVEN THOUGH they have an entire section for songfics? Explain that to me, please?

So, I don't know if my account will be up and for how long because there is no way I am going through all my stories and pulling the lyrics. So! I wanted to tell you where else my stories will be, should my account be closed. will start updating more on all of those. Some, you must be a member to acctually read the stories and review. Some you can just read them. :) So, I just wanted you all to know how much your reviews mean to mean and how much I love to know what you think of my stories.

And I will deffinately continue to update on here until, or if, they actually do take my account off. sighs

God bless!

And onto the comments:

Kirsten- My, you are the impatient one, aren't you. LOL! No, I really do enjoy your little reminders, Kirsten. Actually, they do help alot. I do have another reason why this was so much later than I had planned. My beta got the story and she began to check over it, but got to busy and so she told me that if she did not email it to me by Monday or Tuesday (the 24th of the 25th) that I should just post it. So, I was going to, except I had mucho school. Then my father was on the computer, and then, eventually, I got the flu. LOL! Horror story ain't it! Anyway, but I am sorry it took so long and will try and hurry. :) Blessings!

Arlindor- Oh, well, get as far as you can with 'Generations of Hatred' as I haven't finished it either. LOL! Everyone is making me pay for it too- basically for good reason though. I promised I would finish it and well I ran out of ideas, plus I'm not to proud of it. It was not really, totally, my story idea. But I am glad you like all those awful stories I've written:D LOL! Someone's got to right? Thanks for all your support. :) Well, they are cute together. :) God bless!

marbienl- Stop giving me ideas! LOL! With your permission, I am so gonna use the 'Pippin and the Twins raiding the kitchens'! That'd be adorable! I can just see it now! Don't worry, they'll get better, eventually. :) God bless!

Nessa Ar-Feiniel- Well put, my friend. Very well put. /Smiles and nods/ Blessings!

Azla- /Gapes/ Hey, Azla... have you seen the cartoon Fellowship of the Ring? Lol! Legolas saves Frodo in that one, though I wouldn't advise Legolas lovers to watch it, nor any true Lord of the Rings fans. /Shakes head/ Deffinately not a good make of LotR. Well, the wraiths have come, as you noticed. But you will have to wait to see who rescues Frodo. God bless!

MSL- Yes, I did manage to forget. And I did it again. /Sigh/ LOL! HEh, no channeling people for me! And I don't know how I did that. It just seemed in their characters to me, more so than Sam and Merry. Sam protects Frodo and Merry, well, he's just very stubborn anyway. Thanks, mellon nin! God bless you!

lovethosehobbits- Um, thanks! But what did you mean by this: 'And never a disappointment; you deliver, tree' Blessings!

Aranna Undomiel- Aww, is it that obvious//Chuckles//rubs hands mischievously/ I have lots of ideas should I decide that Strider'll get his sight back. God bless and thanks for your wonderful comments!

Linchi- Um, maybe just a tad morbid, but's that's alright. LOL! My brother does happen to like the wraiths, at least I think he does... Pippin the Kissable! LOL! Did I really just type that? God bless!

Elven Kitten- I am sure Estel could use those huggles right now. :) With those big bad hobbitses around. LOL! Blessings!

Iwishchan- LOL! You don't have too. It's more of a surprise then in this story. :) God bless!

Knight Kenobi of Eryn Lasgalen- Thanks:) /Sighs/ Did you know your name is rather long//Grins/ Actually, my name is rather long when you type it all out: Brennil Firniswin Arien of Imladris. LOL! Blessings, mellon:)

Thanks again all of you! Have a good rest of the week and I will try and update as soon as possible:) /sighs/