Hello again! I'm glad there are people who actually want to read this! Although there was a guest review i was not to pleased about, calling my OC a 'Mary sue". I hope this was not meant to be rude but that's how it came across to me. I did not and do not appreciate flames, so for future reviews please no flames. thanks!
It took me nearly an hour to write this do to the fact I took some things right from the movie.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE LOTR BOOKS NOR MOVIES.
Our story begins in the village of Bree, at the Inn of the Prancing Pony.
Four little hobbits sit at a table near the middle of the room sitting diagonally across from a man clad in a black cloak holding a mug of ale that rests on the table he sits near. Another person, presumably a man, dressed in all black sits beside him an untouched mug of ale on the table. The first man stares at the table of hobbits, the other gazes out the window. One of the blonde hobbits returns to the table, the one he sits by jumps up and runs straight for the bar.
A heavyset man passes the table of the hobbits.
"Excuse me?" the one with the dark hair asks. The man stops and leans down. "That man in the corner. Who is he?"
"He's one o' them rangers, dangerous folk, wandering in the wilds. What his right name is, I've never heard, but around here, he's known as 'Strider'." The man replies. The young hobbit looks discouraged. "Who is his friend?"
"Not particularly sure, never seen him around here before." The fat man looks puzzled as walks away from the table.
"Baggins? Sure I know a Baggins. He's over there. Frodo Baggins." The little blonde hobbit says to the group of men seated at the bar. The two men in the corner, whip their heads as Frodo jumps up from the table to go and silence his companion. The dark haired hobbit pushes his way through a crowd of people and grabs his friend's arm. The other hobbit yells something at Frodo and shoves him backward, his large foot slipping on something sending him sprawling to the ground. Whatever was in his hand was tossed into the air, as the men around the bar turned their attention toward him. He reaches for the object and then disappears.
The other man snarls to himself and whispers something to the ranger. Suddenly Frodo reappears still on the ground. The ranger stalks forward to Frodo and lifts him off the ground and pins him against a nearby wall.
"You draw far too much attention to yourself, "Mr. Underhill." The ranger snaps ad roughly shoves Frodo toward the stairs, his friend pausing at the base of the stairs scanning for any signs of immediate danger. He suddenly vanishes up the stairs after strider and Frodo.
The ranger pushes Frodo into a room and turns to shut and lock the door. His friend already inside.
"What do you want?" the hobbit asks nervously.
"A little more caution from you. That is no mere trinket you carry." His friends says, revealing to Frodo that he indeed not a man but a woman. She does not remover her hood but the opening of her hood points at the young hobbit.
"I carry nothing." Frodo hastily replies
"Indeed." Strider say moving to put the candles out. "I can avoid being seen if I wish… but disappearing entirely, now that's a rare gift." He pulls down his hood revealing a man with shoulder length shaggy black hair, and a full beard and moustache.
Frodo's eyes dart back and forth between the ranger and his companion. "Who are you?"
"Are you frightened?" the woman asks.
"Yes." The hobbit says holding his head up higher and gulping.
"Not nearly frightened enough, if you ask me." The woman retorts crossing her arms across her chest.
"I know what hunts you." The ranger says glancing at the door, then back to Frodo. The door suddenly opens and Striders sword is directed at the three hobbits, the woman pulls no sword or bow from her belongings, but just stands watching everything unfold.
"Let him go! Or I'll have you, Longshanks." The heavyset hobbit yells at Strider.
The ranger sheathes his word as he speaks. "You have a stout heart, little hobbit."
"But that will never save you." The woman finishes. "You can no longer wait for Gandalf, Frodo. They are coming."
"Quickly, Shadow take them across the way, I'm right behind you." The ranger says as Shadow ushers the hobbits from the inn to a small house across the street right in view of the inn. Strider appears a few minutes later. Shadow winces.
"What is it?" strider whispers to Shadow crouching down, so he is eye level with her. The four hobbits are resting peacefully in bed while Strider and Shadow watch from the window.
"They're here." She answers. Three cloaked men on horseback run down the wooden gate and enter the village immediately entering the Inn. Shadow clutches her head, as screeches from these unknown creatures reach her ears. Sam, Merry and Pipin are jolted awake, and find Frodo sitting on the edge of the bed.
"What are they?" he asks Strider.
But it is not Strider who answers, it is Shadow. "They were once men, Great Kings. But Sauron the Deceiver gave all nine their own ring of power. They took them eagerly, blinded by greed. And one by one fell into the darkness. Now they are slaves to his will." Shadow pauses. "They are the Nazgul."
"Ring-wraiths. Neither living nor dead. At all times they feel the presence… drawn to the power of the one. They will never stop hunting you."
"I will ready our horses." Shadow says disappearing from the room.
"Who is she?" Merry asks the ranger.
"That is not my place to tell." He replies glancing out the window to see Shadow bringing the brown and black horses to the front door. Within a few minutes all four hobbits are ready to leave. Shadow sits in the saddle of the black horse and waits for Strider to mount his steed. The two horses are kept at pace to which the hobbits can follow easily.
"I'll go scout ahead." Strider nods to Shadow and she takes off. She returns moments later. "All clear."
The small group travels through the forest both Strider and Shadow on foot, Sam walking the rangers horse.
Shadow stops, and gives her horse a kiss on the nose. "Be good, and don't get into trouble." The horse snorts as she lets go of the reins. It trots off in the opposite direction and then disappears.
"What'd you do that for?" Pipin exclaims.
"She'll come back," Shadow turns to the hobbit. "She always does." With her hood still up She walks past Pipin.
"Where're we goin'" Sam asks.
"To Rivendell, master Gamgee. To the house of Elrond."
"We're going to see the elves." Sam says to himself."
Well i hope you enjoyed this chapter!
-ironhideandratchet4ever