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Italics – Thoughts/Thinking
Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
Chapter 12: Curiosity
Aragorn
I hid within the darkness hoping to get an advantage over the Wraiths and as they approached a massive cat came out of nowhere tackling the Black Rider who was closest to where Frodo disappeared. Snatching up a burning log, I joined into the fray; lighting the cloaks of the creatures on fire, persuading them to leave.
As their cloaks caught on fire, the Black Riders screeched and ran to the edge of the dell, disappearing over the edge. Out of the corner of his eye, Aragorn saw the cat go flying into the darkness after being kicked.
A Black Rider tried to attack me from behind and as I swung around I heard Frodo cry out in pain. Once making the Rider I was facing flee, I turned on the one who had attacked Frodo. I charged at, catching it off guard. It tried to escape and when it looked back, my torch collided with where it's face was supposed to be.
Frodo
When Frodo came to himself he was still clutching the Ring desperately. He was lying by the fire, which was now piled high and burning brightly. His three companions were bending over him.
'What has happened? Where is the pale king?' he asked wildly.
They were too overjoyed to hear him speak to answer for a while; nor did they understand his question. At length he gathered from Sam that they had seen nothing but the vague shadowy shapes coming towards them. Suddenly to his horror Sam found that his master had vanished; and at that moment a black shadow rushed past him, and he fell. He heard Frodo's voice, but it seemed to come from a great distance, or from under the earth, crying out strange words. They saw nothing more, until they stumbled over the body of Frodo, lying as if dead, face downwards on the grass with his sword beneath him. Strider ordered them to pick him up and lay him near the fire, and then he disappeared. That was now a good while ago.1
Aragorn
I ventured out of the dell after ordering the three hobbits to get Frodo by the fire. I wanted to make sure the Black Riders, for the time being, were gone. I also want to see if I could find the cat, but the hobbits were more important than my curiosity.
After conversing with Sam I understood why the Black Riders retreated. They believed Frodo to have a fatal wound and were waiting for him to succumb to it. I believed Gandalf picked Frodo for a reason, that he would resist evil therefore having a better chance at surviving the Wraiths.
I need to find the Athelas plant to help Frodo's wound and I still want to find that cat. It was very strange and I've never seen anything like it before. Once again I left the hobbits, disappearing into the dark. Swiftly I walked in the direction that the cat was thrown and in the shadow on the night, I found Ana hazardly sprawled across the grass. Moving closer I realized she had a cut on her arm. It wasn't very deep, but the colouring around suggested that something was wrong. Upon her head was a bit of blood, as if her head collided with something blunt. A rock perhaps or is this where the foot of the Wraith connected?
As I moved her head to get a better look at the wound, I suddenly found myself knocked over on to my behind.
Tolkien, J.R.R. The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. London: Allen & Unwin, 1954. Print.
The quotes came from the chapters called Flight to the Ford1
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