Authors note: I am very surprised that there are so many people still looking at the Lord of the Rings section of Fanfiction! Anyways, A little background on this story...As a Senior in High School our Fantasy English class had to write a fanfiction of a part in The Fellowship. This was three of four years ago. Mine was about a female character who would join the Fellowship after they had left Rivendel. I changed it up a bit and I wanted to do a full story on it. And here it is.
Disclaimer: I only own the OC
To Bree
Two Hobbits were leaving the Shire, walking through some farmers' cornfield. With heightened hearing, Gandalf's mysterious friend could hear the rustling of two more pairs of feet, running towards the quiet hobbits. These two new ones were quite loud. They crashed into each other. The blond haired companion, Sam, helped the dark haired one get the one called Pippen off Frodo.
"Marry! It's Frodo Baggins."
More rustling of the corn stalks, then a fifth man and his dog were approaching the four Halflings rapidly. The Shire folk then sprinted as fast as their short legs could carry them over the ledge and onto the main road.
After picking themselves up, along with some mushrooms, the four journeyed onward. As the sun began to set the hobbits settled down along the main road, idiots, and were trying to get some sleep. The one called Pippen, not very bright at all, was whispering into Marry's ear trying to wake him up, but he was heard. The tell-tale screech of a black rider jolted the Halflings to alertness.
She sprinted with her bow in hand, and as one of the hobbits tossed a bag, to distract the black rider, her arrow pierced it and sent it farther away into a tree. The ring wraith screeched again and went to follow the noise the bag made as it smashed into the tree.
The Hobbits scurried away, smart enough to realize that they were not safe and needed to get as far away from the black rider as possible. Crossing the river by ferry was the best way to do so. But that meant that their unknown companion had to either find the nearest bridge or go for a swim. As soon as the ferry was out of earshot she stepped into the cold, murky waters and followed. Swimming fully clothed and armed was much harder to do then it looked. And her boots were quickly filling with water when she reached the middle of the river. Gandalf's mysterious fried had to get to the other side of the river before the weight of her clothing made it too difficult to swim. Luckily the other side was shallow, she was able to stand before she became too tired.
It seemed like it had been weeks before the Halflings were safely inside of walls of Bree.
Now where was she going to find a way in? Luckily a climbable tree was located on the opposite side of the town. Without a sound she climbed up and jumped over the fence. She landed right into a puddle of mud, even more dirt to add to her already filthy body. The one thing she missed most, besides her family, were baths. Going to sleep at night clean was one of the best feelings. Unfortunately she hadn't had a real bath with soap in months. The nearest river or pond had to take its place.
The puddle was not the worse part of it. Trying to hide, or at least to blend in, in a town that seemed to be full of men was kind of difficult. Thankfully with her hood up, the rain distracted anyone from looking at the lean, tall, hooded and armed figure that was heading toward the Prancing Pony.
It looked truly warm and inviting, cozy even, in the candle lit pub.
The hobbits were all drinking, none seemed to be the wiser, everyone seemed to be content with there beer and laughter, all except one, the tall hooded figure in the corner smoking a pipe.
Aragorn.
She let out a sigh or relief, now that she could rest easy, away from the town for the night. She crept back into the darkness and snuck out the main gate while the gate keeper was busy keeping himself warm. Her boots were caked in mud and getting worse as she made her way back into the safety of the forest.
Comfortable rest would not come easy to her tonight; she would rest against as evergreen, to partially shield her from the rain. She preferred this to being back in the small village, surrounded by men.
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