Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own any characters or places in Lord of the Rings.

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After finally reaching Weathertop, Frodo drifted off into an uneasy sleep. Suddenly, voices intruded on his rest, waking him up.

"Can I have some meat?" asked Pippin as he eyed the bacon in question hungrily.

"Okay. Want some tomatoes, Sam? Great tomatoes." said Merry as he handed some bacon to Pippin and offered tomatoes to Sam.

Turning around to find the source of the voices, Frodo saw with growing horror that there was a fire going, a clear beacon to the Enemy that they were there.

"What are you doing!" asked Frodo in a strangled voice.

"Tomatoes, sausages, nice crispy bacon." answered Pippin, oblivious to the accusing tone of Frodo's voice.

"We saved some for you, Mr. Frodo." said Frodo's gardener as he offered a plate full of the food.

Running towards the group, Frodo raised his foot, intending to put out the fire. However, before he could put it out, a screech sounded, echoing across the surrounding land, making all four hobbits go cold with terror.

Forgetting about the fire, Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin drew out their swords, and started to back away to higher ground.

Within minutes, the temperature up at Weathertop dropped and the hobbits grouped together, nervously waiting for the arrival of the Nazgúl.

With slow deliberate steps, the Nazgúl approached, drawing out their long sinister-looking swords.

"Back you devils!" Sam said bravely as he swung his sword at their nearest cloaked pursuer. With a clang, Sam was swept to the side, the sudden contact with the stone pillar stunning him. Soon, Pippin and Merry were also pushed beside as the Nazgúl got to their main quarry, Frodo Baggins.

With a strangled cry, Frodo fled down Weathertop, to where their supplies were at. He looked frantically around for Strider. Where are you when we need you the most! thought Frodo, panicking as he felt the Nazgúl approach him yet again.

As a last resort, Frodo swung his sword. The force of the sudden stop of his swing made him fall back, pushing Pippin's pack into the still roaring fire.

BANG!

Suddenly, shoots of fire started to erupt from the open fire, catching the cloaks of the nearby Nazgúl on fire. With ear-splitting shrieks, and some dropped swords, the flaming Nazgúl retreated, some jumping off Weathertop to the ground.

Frodo, not paying any more attention to the increasing sparks from the fire, rushed up to the top of Weathertop.

"Are you all alright?" asked Frodo frantically as he glanced up and down to see if they had any broken bones.

"Yeah. Just a couple of bruises and scratches. You?" answered Sam as he looked at Frodo with concern.

"Yeah." said Frodo.

"Frodo?" asked Pippin innocently.

"Hmm?"

"What did you do to my pack full of fireworks?"

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