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Frodo, Sam, and I had been walking for two days now. With me right at Frodo's side we started towards the beginning of a large corn field.

"This is it." Sam's voice startled us causing us to turn around.

"This is what?" Frodo voiced his confusion.

"If take one more step, it'll be the farthest away from home I've ever been." Sam finally explained his fear.

"Come on Sam. Remember what Bilbo used to say: 'It's a dangerous business… Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.'"

Thanks to Frodo's encouraging words Sam finally started walking forward again as I led the way.

We were currently camping under a large oak tree, as I watched Sam cook a meal of bacon, tomatoes, and sausage. The smell of the food caused my stomach to growl. In my haste I had forgotten to eat anything yesterday because I was keeping watch for the Nazgul.

Finally the food was ready, Sam placed a plate in front of me and I pounced on it, devouring the food a then licked the plate clean forgetting my manners in my hunger. I belched, causing the two hobbits to laugh at me. I was half asleep when I heard a noise that startled me to my feet. It was the singing voices of elves.

"Sam! Wood-Elves!" Frodo cried silently. They followed me to the ridge and we looked out to see the party of elves pass by as they sang.

Some were on horses, some were walking holding lanterns, and others were carrying banners with the symbol of Rivendell.

I looked at the scene with a deep sadness in my heart. They were leaving Middle Earth and going to the Grey Havens. The time of the elves was drawing to a close. It was then I wondered if I would ever make that final journey in my old form.

My ears turned toward the hobbits as they whispered to themselves.

"They're going to the harbour beyond the White Towers. To the Grey Havens." Frodo told Sam.

"They're leaving Middle-Earth." Sam realized.

"Never to return."

"I don't know why — it makes me sad." Sam whispered with sadness heavy in his voice.

We were all lying down trying to go to sleep. I wasn't going to get much sleep since I was going to keep watch over them in the night. Frodo was lying on his stomach watching me, as I watched Sam constantly shifting trying to find a comfortable spot.

"Everywhere I lie there's a dirty great root sticking into my back." Sam admitted finally.

"Just shut your eyes, and imagine you're back in your own bed, with a soft mattress and a lovely feather pillow." Frodo advised Sam as I looked at them in amusement.

Sam shot a skeptical look at Frodo then closed his eyes while I counted the seconds. One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Sam then sat up.

"It's not working Mister Frodo. I'm never going to be able to sleep out here." Sam said.

"Me neither, Sam." Frodo told him hiding a smile on his face.

I drifted into a semi conscious sleep.

Here I was again. Ambar was sending me another vision.

I found myself riding alongside Gandalf as he approached a huge stone tower. We passed under a stone bridge then came to a halt in front of the entrance to the tower.

A tall figure cloaked in white was descending from the stairs, as Gandalf dismounted from his horse.

"Smoke rises from the mountain of Doom. The hour grows late and Gandalf the Grey rides to Isengard seeking my counsel. For that is why you have come, is it not… my old friend?" the old man asked Gandalf.

"Saruman." Gandalf bowed to his master. Then together the two of them began walking through Isengard's garden, with me at their side as Gandalf began his tale.

"You are sure of this?" Saruman asked Gandalf when the tale was finished.

"Beyond any doubt." Gandalf replied.

"So, the Ring of Power has been found."

"All these long years it was in the Shire, under my very nose."

"Yet you did not have the wit to see it. Your love of the halfling's leaf has clearly slowed your mind." Saruman scolded Gandalf.

But we still have time. Time enough to counter Sauron if we act quickly." Gandalf stated.

"Time? What time do you think we have?" Saruman told Gandalf.

I was suddenly thrown away from the scene to find myself in a room filled with books and scrolls. Gandalf and Saruman were still conversing about the ring.

"Sauron has regained much of his former strength. He cannot yet take physical form, but his spirit has lost none of its potency. Concealed within his fortress, the Lord of Mordor sees all — his gaze pierces cloud, shadow, earth and flesh. You know of what I speak, Gandalf — a great Eye… lidless… wreathed in flame." Saruman told Gandalf about the state of Middle Earth.

"The Eye of Sauron." Gandalf whispered with despair in his voice.

"He is gathering all evil to him. Very soon he will summon an army great enough to launch an assault upon Middle-Earth." Saruman told Gandalf.

"You know this? How?"

"I have seen it." Saruman replied with something I couldn't identify in his voice. But whatever it was caused the wolf in me to back away in fear.

They started to exit the room with me behind them but keeping my distance from Saruman.

We entered a room that looked like a throne room with a tall black chair in the front of the room. In the middle of the room was a pedestal covered with a dark cloak.

"A Palantír is a dangerous tool, Saruman." Gandalf told Saruman.

"Why? Why should we fear to use it?" Saruman asked Gandalf as he unveiled the object in question.

It was a perfectly round orb made of some kind of glass. It was black with strange swirls in its depths.

"They are not all accounted for, the lost Seeing Stones. We do not know who else may be watching!" Gandalf told Saruman as he covered the stone. When he touched it a great big eye of fire flashed through my mind.

"The hour is later than you think. Sauron's forces are already moving. The Nine have left Minas Morgul." Saruman told Gandalf from his chair.

"The Nine!" Gandalf exclaimed in despair.

"They crossed the River Isen on Midsummer's Eve, disguised as riders in black."

"They've reached the Shire?" Gandalf asked in shock.

"They will find the Ring… and kill the one who carries it."

"Frodo!" Gandalf started towards the nearest door when it suddenly closed in front of him along with all the other doors.

Trapped Gandalf turned to look at Saruman while I was growling at Saruman.

"You did not seriously think that a hobbit could contend with the will of Sauron? There are none who can. Against the power of Mordor there can be no victory. We must join with him, Gandalf. We must join with Sauron. It would be wise, my friend." Saruman advised Gandalf menacingly.

"Tell me, 'friend', when did Saruman the wise abandon reason for madness?" Gandalf shouted at Saruman in defiance.

With a shout Saruman jumped to his feet and pointed his staff at Gandalf throwing him into the wall and holding him there then he dropped him heavily to the floor.

Gandalf counters with his own staff, throwing Saruman onto his back. They battle back and forth. Saruman yanks Gandalf's staff from his hands, and he advances on Gandalf with both staffs. Gandalf spins helplessly just above the floor as I looked at the helpless wizard in despair.

"I gave you the chance of aiding me willingly. But you… have elected… the way of… pain!" Saruman yelled.

Saruman then sent Gandalf rising to the pinnacle of Orthanc.

I jumped to my feet in shock. I looked around the camp spotting the two hobbits still sleeping.

Sighing I sat down, I doubted that Gandalf would be joining us in Bree from what the dream showed me.

I looked up at the sky then felt shock. The sun was in the middle of the sky signaling that it was now noon. I jumped to my feet as I remembered that the Nazgul were already in the Shire. I nudged Frodo awake barking at him.

Frodo and Sam sat up in shock, then when they saw what time it was, they quickly packed up the camp and headed towards the direction I was leading them.

I had to keep them even further away from the main roads.

"Mister Frodo? Frodo! Frodo!" Sam shouted behind us.

Frodo and I turned back until we caught sight of Sam looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"I thought I'd lost you." Sam said as he sighed in relief.

"What are you talking about?" Frodo asked him.

"It's just something Gandalf said."

"What did he say?"

"'Don't you lose him, Samwise Gamgee!' And I don't mean to."

"Sam, we're still in the Shire! What could possibly happen?"

Of course, ironically that was the moment when something happened.

Two hobbits ran into Frodo and Sam and knocked them to the ground. It was the two trouble makers Merry and Pippin.

"Frodo? Merry! It's Frodo Baggins." Pippin told Merry from on top of Frodo.

"Hello Frodo!" cried Merry.

"Get off him! Frodo? Are you all right?" Sam said as he hauled Pippin off of Frodo and helped him to his feet as I watched them in barely contained amusement.

"What's the meaning of this?" Frodo asked his two distant relatives.

"Hold this." Merry asked Sam as he threw vegetable into Sam's arms.

"You've been into Farmer Maggot's crop!" Sam stated in realization.

It was then we all heard a dog barking and an angry, yelling voice. Pippin grabbed Frodo and ran through the cornfield, followed by Merry and I, with Sam close behind.

"'Dunno why he is so upset. It's only a couple of carrots!" Merry cried as he ran.

"And some cabbages. And those few bags of potatoes that we lifted last week and, and the mushrooms the week before!" Pippin answered him.

"Yes Pippin! My point is, he is clearly overreacting. Run!" Merry cried.

Frodo, Merry, and Pippin came to a stop at the edge of a cliff with me at their side. When, of course, Sam hit the line of hobbits sending them tumbling over the cliff. Sighing, I followed after them down the cliff.

I came to a stop beside the single pile of hobbits. Each of them was spitting dirt out of their mouths. I looked at Pippin he had landed just inches away from a pile of animal droppings.

"Ooh! That was close." Pippin cried in relief.

"Oowwww! I think I've broken something." Merry said as he pulled out a large carrot broken in half.

I looked upon the scene in pure amusement chuckling.

"Trust a Brandybuck and a Took!" Sam said as he brushed off the dirt on his shirt.

"What? That was just a detour, a shortcut." Merry told him.

"A shortcut to what?" Sam asked him in disbelief.

"Mushrooms!" cried Pippin.

Sam and Merry rushed towards the mushrooms, followed by Pippin. Leaving Frodo and I, standing looking down the road.

"I think we should get off the road." Frodo told the oblivious hobbits.

It was then I felt a great darkness coming from down the road. I grabbed Frodo's cloak with my teeth and started tugging off the road.

Thankfully Frodo followed me and cried "Get off the road! Quick!"

The four hobbits jumped off the road and hid under the hollow pocked beneath an oak tree while I hid behind another tree across from them where I could still see the road.

It was then that I caught the sound of hoofprints. The hobbits growed quiet as they finally sensed the evil that was coming towards them.

My ears prickled toward the noise with my teeth bared silently as the figure came into view.

It was then the Nazgul halted his dark horse to a stop and dismounted. It was looking around down off the road where the hobbits were.

It was then that I looked at Frodo. Something was wrong. His eyes were closed as if he was sleeping. It was then I saw the ring in his hand that he was slowly strained towards his ring finger. Thankfully Sam realized what was happening and startled Frodo out of his trance. Frodo jerked the ring away from his finger.

Merry threw a bag into the forest startling the rider as it moved towards the noise.

The hobbits made a break for it with me following close behind. We ran a short distance then came to a stop gasping for air.

"What was that?" Merry asked no one in particular.

I looked up at Frodo as he looked at the ring in his hand.

Night had fallen. The Nazgul was patrolling the area around us. I lead the way, guiding them through the dark forest.

"Anything?" Sam asked Frodo as he looked around.

"Nothing." Frodo replied.

"What is going on?" Pippin asked in confusion.

"That Black Rider was looking for something… or someone. Frodo?" Merry asked his distant cousin.

"Get down!" Sam cried quietly.

The hobbits fell to the forest floor while I hid behind a tree. Sometimes I really cursed the color of my fur. Thanks to the whiteness it made me stick out like a sore thumb, and made it even harder when I would hunt.

"I have to leave the Shire. Sam and I must get to Bree." Frodo answered Merry's question.

"Right. Buckleberry Ferry. Follow me." Merry told us as he followed Frodo's question without needing an explanation.

We finally approached the river when a black rider appeared in front of us separating Frodo and I from the others. Growling I rushed forward and bit one of the horses legs causing it to lose its footing sending its rider flying.

Frodo and I ran towards the little boat where the three hobbits that were calling after us with a rider hot on our heels.

Just before the rider came upon us I turned and attacked the horse while dodging its master's sword. I caught sight of Frodo jumping from the dock and landed on the boat.

Noticing that I was absent, Frodo turned to look at me as I dodged the sword again. Frodo called my name in alarm as the Nazgul's blade grazed my shoulder.

Ambar sprang to life sending a ball of light at the rider which sent it flying. Turning away I ran to the docks then jumped into the freezing river. I dog paddled towards the boat and with the hobbits help and boarded the platform.

Frodo was hugging my neck in relief and scratched my ears as he looked at my wound.

"Oh Aear, I was so afraid that I was going to lose you," Frodo whispered in my ears in relief.

A screech tore through the air causing us to look toward the end of the dock.

We saw the rider followed by two others gallop away.

"How far to the nearest crossing?" Frodo asked Merry.

"Brandywine Bridge: twenty miles." Merry replied as he paddled us toward the other side.

We finally reached the other side. I limped off the boat first and looked around then looked back towards the hobbits gesturing to them with my tail to start walking.

Together we started walking towards the village.

Another chapter finished! I promise you all another chapter tomorrow as always so look forward to it. Especially since Strider is now entering the picture.

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