Behind the Carriage: Creatures bright and big
...behind the carriage, the only visible traces of Gandalf was only the old wizards' hat poking out from behind the carriage and the string of smoke rose towards the clear sky from Gandalf's pipe. He smoked too much but nobody yet knew how damaging tobacco really was in them days and there was no research to say whether smoking had any damaging effect on wizards at all anyway. Maybe wizards just cast a cleansing spell and they rejuvenate over nigh or maybe wizards are a bit like the phoenix bird and will rise out of the ashes...nobody really knows the lifecycle of wizards.
...It was no doubt that Gandalf was talking to someone but for us readers of this strange Saga it's too dark for us to see from where we are standing. The conversation ended with a ball of lightning appearing in the dark area behind the carriage. The light was spherical in shape and had a bright warm glow of white silver. The object suddenly moved straight in to the forest behind Frodo's house. It made no noise, but as the sphere shot through the forest the mystery object broke twigs, bushes and trees with great force and moved like the trees did not exist in its path at all. Gandalf casually walked around the carriage and to the front of Frodo's house and sat down on a small stonewall where he could overlook the Shire and the entire hobbit village. Gandalf let out a big sigh and wondered for how long this little idyllic village of hobbits would remain untouched by time. Gandalf closed his eyes and the old wizard rubbed his hands together and mumbled what sounded like a spell. When his hands parted a soft blue dust raised up in to the air and Gandalf said "watch us tonight my little friends'" and the dust became thinner as it spread out in the areas immediate surrounding the house where Frodo lived. Gandalf's eyes were still shut and maybe he was sleeping but smoke still blew out of the corner of his mouth so maybe he didn't sleep after all. No one really knows if wizard ever sleep.
...Not too far away at the other side of the village sat a rather large creature, vile and grotesque with a soul as dark as the deepest caves of the underworld and with a heart of black ice. The creature was watching Gandalf with great interest. He was wondering what the blue aura surrounding the house really was and how strong the wizard could be. Oh, he had killed wizards before but they were younger, their minds weaker...oh, their flesh so tasty. He had a sense that this wizard struggled internally and the wizard desired the ring, but his heart was clean, his mind strong and clear of the consequent of possessing a ring with so much power. The creature was descendant of the riders but driven not by the ring that rules them all, but rather it feed on creatures that desired the ring and would steal their life force and last eat their flesh when the soul was gone.
...The creature was annoyed because the wizard did not wear the ring and the little creature in the house who was the ring bearer did not desire the ring so it left the creature nothing to feed on...yet... The little hobbit was too simple minded to quickly become affected by the destructive powers of the ring...Pathetic creatures them hobbits..."wonder if they taste good" it whispered to itself... The creature slid off the rock it sat on and moved towards the village quicker than one would expect for its size, jumping in to shadowy pockets in its selected path...Flesh...I need fleessh... to soothe my cravings...I need souls in pain...I need beautiful screams in fear of death to send me to sleep when daylight comes...who to eat, who to drink, who to drain...who can I drag back to my dark quarters to satisfy my dark desires...I neeeed...I neeeed...