A/N: I finally finished chapter two. It's not as long, but its exciding. Thank you to all of you who reviewed!
Disclaimer: I own nothing… except Mira.
The Hunt
As I reached the forest, I jumped up in the air and turned into a white horse with a silver foot. Adrenalin rushed through my veins and I felt pure freedom. But everything had changed. I had changed. The world had changed. My loved ones had changed. My life was about to change.
I kept running through the forest. Another hobbit village was coming up. Gandalf had warned me to stay off the roads a while back, and stay off the roads I would. It was still dark out, and the sun would be coming up soon. It had taken me all morning to get to the forest and now I was in the darkest part of the forest.
Gandalf had suggested that I try looking for Estel around Bree. I was starting to get hungry. I stopped in the trees and shook off my sweat.
I could eat some grass or apples, but I could also hunt. Eating grass was filling and all, but meat was satisfying and tasted better. I changed back into a wolf, and smelled the air.
Prey sent was all around me. There were blue birds and eagles in the tall houses of trees. A heard of white- tailed deer were grazing in a nearby field paying no heed to any life around them. A mouse scurried dumbly by my paws.
"What strange prey." I thought, "I don't think they could recognize danger if it hit them in the nose."
The mouse hid under a bush, eating a seed. It had no idea what danger I was about to bring to it. I crouched low to the ground. My eyes fixed intently on my prey. I stepped forward with caution, making no noise at all. The forest was silent, as if it knew I was the predator. The wind rattled in the trees' and shook the dangling branches of the spirits.
I leapt.
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I lay on the soft forest ground, licking my paws. The prey in this forest was exceptionally plump, and not too stringy. I had caught few mice and five rabbits.
When I was about nine years old, Estel had taught me how to hunt. Both non-human and human. I rested my head on my paws. Bree would be a long journey.
I was slowly starting to fall asleep when I heard a horse approaching on the road. I jumped to my feet and ran towards the road. I didn't run out onto the road, but I stayed in the trees.
A male hobbit was out chopping wood, and his dog was sitting next to him. To the right of me a black horse approached. On the horse a rider dressed in black road on the horse. I couldn't see his face, but the hair on my neck started to rise. The dog next to the hobbit started to bark threateningly.
"Shire." The rider said, "Baggins." My breath caught in my throat.
"N-no Baggins here!" The hobbit replied fearfully.
"No!" I froze, "Don't tell it! Let me get ahead!" I bolted back into the trees and changed into a horse. I felt as if I was running at the speed of light.
"Stop!" A voice in the back of my head shouted. I reared back and nearly ran into a tree. My heart was beating fearfully fast, and I was shaking.
"Gandalf told us to find Aragorn!" The voice said.
"Didn't you see that thing back there?!" I shouted at myself, "If that thing has other riders following it… I have to find Frodo!" I started forward.
"No!" The voice shouted back, "We have to find Aragorn and tell him what we saw so he can protect Frodo."
"If we don't find Frodo first then Aragorn won't be able to protect anyone!" I thought back, "Now shut up and let me run!"
Now there are many things that annoy me, and the one that annoys me the most is that one voice in the back of your head. You know the one that always makes you regret what you're doing and turn right back around and do the smart thing.
Most of the time I just ignore that voice. After all, there are two types of voices. The dominant voice, and the week voice that always gets picked on. Well it just so happens that I'm normally the week voice that always gets picked on. Seeing that I have to obey whatever anyone tells me.
But not anymore. I was not going to be the week voice anymore. I'm taking up the dominant part of me now. So I can just tell my voice to take it to Gandalf and cry. Oh yeah, it feels good to be dominant.
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I followed the black riders, but I was keeping my distance. The riders didn't even realize I was following them. I swam under the bridge they were riding over, and stayed hidden in the shadows.
I was a wolf now; it was easier to stalk in. My plan was to follow the riders, and if they came across Frodo or anyone else I knew that I would attack them. It was a reckless and stupid plan, and Aragorn and Gandalf would kill me if they found out.
So my plan for that was to not tell them. Yeah, I'm awesome at thinking up plans. My voice was already giving me a hard time about it. It was dark out and I had been following the dark riders for days now.
I was tiered and hungry, but I didn't want to loose the riders. Another rider rode up to the other riders. (A/N haha that sounded funny after I wrote that) The riders stopped their horses and seemed to talk to each other, but I couldn't understand what they were saying.
"Um, hello? You're a mind reader, smarts!" My voice reminded me.
"Oh yeah!" I remembered. I closed my eyes and reached out to the riders.
"Baggins…. Ring…. Shire…. Sensed…. Near…." The rider that had joined thought.
"Frodo!" I riders sensed something near and turned their horses and rode into the forest.
I ran after them, but they had split up. I lifted my head and took a deep whiff of the air. Frodo was near. This made me excided and fearful. The riders were near, and so was Frodo. I heard one of the riders scream a high-pitched note to my left.
I bolted towards the sound, and a hobbit ran right in front of me. Frodo tripped over me and landed on the ground, but he quickly got up and kept running.
A rider swerved out in front of Frodo and was about to grab him, but I took a giant leap and knocked the rider off its horse. The rider fell to the ground with a thud, and I bolted.
Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin were already riding off onto the water at a safe distance. I got to the edge of the dock and came to a sudden halt. I looked behind me and saw a black rider coming after me.
"Come on, Mira!" The hobbits were shouting, "Jump! Come on girl!" I took one last look at the dark rider.
"I'm going to regret this later." I thought, and I jumped into the dark cold water.
The water was even colder at night. I paddled to the ferry and climbed on with a bit of help. Once I got on the ferry I shook myself off. I was cold and wet, not to mention tiered and hungry. But I had found Frodo and that was all that was important now.
A/N: Well there it is. I hope you liked it. Please review if you liked it! I need at least one more review before I put up another chappy!