A/N: I apologize for the last chapter edit about the website I use to translate Elvish into English, I have no idea what happened. I will try again: the first word of the website is elf, the second part is the first four letters of the word dictionary (dict), and a period followed by these letters (com) and there you have it.
Chapter 3
The Hobbits stared up at the massive structure in front of them. The hilltop was ringed with tall stones that looked like jagged teeth.
"This is Weathertop, the great watchtower of Amon Sûl." Strider told them. Merry commented on its "barrow-wight-ish" look, but Strider explained that it had served as one of the many watchtowers when Men of the West had defended those lands against an evil that came from Angmar.
They decided to pass the night there, but while standing on the hilltop Frodo and Strider saw five black shapes approaching the hill. The Nazgûl were coming.
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Strider sat near the fire, puffing on his pipe. The Hobbits held sticks in their trembling hands. All waited in tense silence.
Suddenly three black shapes appeared over the lip of the dell they sat in. Merry and Pippin cowered on the ground; Sam trembled at Frodo's side.
Strider had turned to grab some long sticks from the fire, but when he turned back Frodo was nowhere to be seen. The Nazgûl all converged at one spot on the ground which made them an easy target for Strider, and his makeshift torches. They scattered before him, but not quickly enough to avoid the fire.
"Sam, where's –" Strider began, but cut himself off as he glimpsed Frodo lying on the ground.
Frodo's face was pale, and, when Strider grabbed his hand, it was icy. He was so still, but he was breathing. There was still hope.
"Sam, keep watch over him while I am gone."
With that Strider sped off into the dark.