Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin and Fatty woke early on their first morning in Crickhollow. They had planned to leave early, but still did not know who was going to go with Frodo. At that moment there came a knock on the door. The door flew open and a small hobbit boy raced into the room.

“ There’s a Man coming!” he panted. “On a big black horse!”

Frodo strode over to the door and back again. “Where is he?” he demanded, and the boy pointed down the road towards Hobbiton. “Anyone who’s coming, come now” said Frodo. “Merry, can you take the others to Buckland? You’ll be safe once I’m gone”.

Frodo, Sam and Fatty swung their packs on their backs and walked out the door.


Aragorn was at that time handing Gollum over to the care of the Galadhedhil of Mirkwood. Having interrogated him with Gandalf, the pair had gone their separate ways, Gandalf to the Shire and Aragorn back o his homeland in the North, planning to go soon to the village of Bree.

[Sign up for this RP at the Path of the Ring OOC Thread]

Frodo, Sam and Fatty made their way across country, keeping care to keep out of eyesight of any prying and unfriendly eyes. The younger hobbits did not have a clear idea of where it was that they were heading. All they knew was that they would be hopefully be meeting up with Gandalf somewhere along the way. They seemed to make good distance on the very day they set out. The country was slowly passing, though it rarely changed, but for a small stream running through the rocks. By now, the sun had fully risen, and shone hot in the sky.
‘If feels as if we’ve been walking all night, even though we only left Crickhollow this morning,’ said Fatty finally, ‘and we don’t seem to have covered much distance.’
‘I have a feeling there will still be several miles before we see the end of this country,’ said Frodo.
They shouldered their packs and kept going. The sun was high. That afternoon, the land climbed steadily up as the hobbits travelled under the blazing sun. A few miles from mid day, they reached the edge of a crop field, and Sam stopped suddenly in his tracks.
‘This is it,’ he said.
‘This is what?’ asked Frodo, turning back to him.
‘If I take one more step, it’ll be the furtherest away from home I’ll have ever been.’
‘Come on, Sam,’ said Frodo, putting his arm around Sam’s shoulder, ‘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.”’
The day was slowly wearing away as the three continued on their way. Fatty was beginning to feel tired after the day’s march. His feet were dragging along on the ground. They had met nothing but a few circling birds that day, and he was beginning to feel relieved that the black horse with the hooded rider might not have followed their trail. He had felt frightened when they had reared up and threatened to attack them at the entrance to Crickhollow. He had not known what they were, or why they were in the Shire at all. There had been strange rumours of evil at work afar, but not here!
That night, they camped under the shade of a large oak. Frodo and Fatty rummaged around in their packs for their pipes while Sam looked for firewood. They soon had a fire going. The three were settling back on the boughs of the huge tree, blowing smoke rings.
Fatty patted his pipe. ‘Longbottom leaf,’ he sighed, ‘I don’t know how we’re going to go about when we run out of it.’ .......
***



Galdor was anchoring the ships of the Havens to the docks. After last night’s storm, they had nearly been in danger of sinking, but being Elven ships, they were unharmed. It was dawn, and to Galdor, the calm sea was a beautiful sight to behold under the sunrise. The air was cool, and wind blew from the west, making his hair flow backwards. The West. The longing of the sea had always been with him. It was the sight that greeted him every sunrise.
‘Galdor!’ called a voice.
Galdor turned and saw Círdan coming towards him.
‘I have an urgent errand for you to undertake,’ said Círdan to Galdor when he reached him. ‘I have heard news of evil abroad, and the mere possibility of something stirring in the East. I hear word from Rivendell that Elrond is to hold a Council with regard to recent events, and about what might be about to happen. These riddles puzzle me, for news has reached me that the Ring of the enemy might at last have been found, and not till I know for certain will I hold these rumours true. I would ask you to attend the Council, and come back with news of what happens there. Go! I await your answer.’

[Hope it aint too long. And if I don’t have the facts right, you’ll have to let me know. Just a mere problem. Galdor’s sent by Círdan as a messanger. How is he going to report back to him which he’s supposed to, when he goes with the Fellowship?]

Frodo was the fastest of the three walkers, and pushed the others to such a pace that they were soon forced to rest. They crossed the borders of Buckland, and the Shire, in a Northerly direction, aiming to go straight as possible towards Rivendell, following the road, which (If I remember!!) would soon bend round to the West. (Anyway, they're headed to the North of the Old Forest)
Within a few days the hobbits were well out of the Shire and on their way to Bree, though only Frodo knew at this point where they were headed, before Rivendell.


Hey, not too much!! I've got to go, am in an English lesson!

Fatty felt worn and tired by the end of that day. Frodo's suggestions of taking a shortcut through the Old Forest had so far gone well, apart from the fact that they were losing sense of direction as the daylight started to fail. That night, the hobbits stopped to rest near the Southerly borders of the Old Forest. (Keeping in mind i have no map and not much sense of direction :S)

'What's that?' exclaimed Fatty suddenly, pointing to a clump near the side of a large tree.

'What?' said Sam, sitting up, alert.

'Mushrooms!' said Fatty, scrambling over to the tree. The other two followed him.

'Are you sure they're not toadstools?' said Sam, examining them suspiciously.

Fatty and Frodo started stuffing them inside their packs, leaving Sam worried that they were possibly poisonous. He thought better of it as the familiar aroma reached his nose, and gave in to the temptation.

Frodo and Fatty were just fighting over a particularly large one when they felt a chill pass on the wind.

'Let's get out of here,' said Frodo suddenly, and Fatty had hardly needed telling twice. They scrambled into the nearby trees and hid there, listening. Fatty could hear the beating of his own heart above the intense silence... Then he heard hoof beats.

[Sozi bout the mushroom episode, im a nutcase :D I'll try not to make em too long, i just get carried away :rolleyes: ]

Huddled behind the trees, the hobbits couldn't see anything, but a devestating fear swept over them all, immobilizing them where they sat. Frodo felt the urge to place the Ring on his finger, and dragged it from the chain round his neck.

Fatty, looking over, started in surprise at this, having never seen the Ring, and under the impression it was never to be seen or spoken of.
The look brought Frodo back to his senses, and he slipped it back down inside his waistcoat.

It was due to this that Frodo saw the Rider. He was hooded and robed in black, and there seemed to be no visible face beneath the hood. As he swept closer, the hobbits felt the fear threatening to overcome them.

Almost at the point where they could stand no more, and Frodo felt like screaming, the fear lessened. The rider was moving away.

Fatty felt deeply shaken by the ordeal. He felt as though his senses were not working. The fear overwhelmed him. He had never been so terrified in his life. Though somewhat more shaken was he by Frodo’s reaction. Seeing that Ring had sent an icy chill through him, though he did not know why. In his dazed state, he was sharply called to his senses by a voice next to him.

‘We’ve tarried for way too long,’ he heard Frodo say.

Before Fatty could fully take in the situation, he felt Sam drag him to his feet and then they were running. Running from the unknown terror was all that Fatty felt kept him from dropping in exhaustion. When they felt they had distanced themselves, they stopped to take a breath.

‘Frodo…’ Fatty started to say, ‘Who-what-‘

They were interrupted by the chilling neigh of a horse that pierced the night. Dread dragged them down again.

But just then, the hobbits heard merry singing from deep within the dark eaves of the Old Forest nearby.

Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!
Ring a dong! hop along! fal lal the willow!
Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!

[I thought we’d have a change bring good ol’ Tom in :)]

***


Galdor hurried along the Eastward road that led towards the Shire. His footsteps made barely a sound above the whisperings of the trees as he tred softly on the grass. But there was urgency in his steps, and the knowledge that he must reach Rivendell as soon as he could.

He looked up, and to his surprise, saw more Elves travelling along the near bend in the path towards him. They were clad in white and seemed to Galdor to illuminate a soft glow as they walked, contrasting with his own tattered shoes, travelling gear, and weapons at the belt.

‘Hail!’ said one the Elves, as they met, ‘it is Galdor, unless I am much mistaken.’

***

Gloin ran into the thrown room of King Dain. The King Under the Mountain had sent a message to him about something urgent. Gloin bowed before Dain Ironfoot, saying, "Why have you called me?"

Dain said, "King Brand of Dale has reported that a large army of Easterlings has gathered on his borders, and that his border army is outnumbered. I am sending some of our folk to aid Brand. But it will not be enough. Elrond in Rivendell is gathering a council to talk of recent events. I want you to secure the aid of some of those who are gathered there."

Gloin left the hall bowing and thought to himself, "It has been at least 60 years since I last crossed the Misty Mountains. I can do it again." He left the Mountain, wearing his white hood, and Gimli accompanying him.

Frodo felt his heart rise as he heard the singing, though he could not tell why. He had never heard the voice before, but somehow felt safe and happy; the singing was so merry and carefree. Indeed, the singer did not appear to care about making understandable sentences.

The others likewise were able to fight their fear, and Fatty was able to phrase his question a little more concisely. "Who was that? Was he after you?"
"I'll explain more when there's more space between us and him. I don't know what's going on, Gandalf never said anything about persuit!"

It was Sam who spoke next. "You don't know any less than Mr. Frodo, Fatty. And as for the Rider, Gandalf did tell us to set off sooner that maybe we did. So maybe it's not chance that we're being followed and looked for, if you get what I mean." He stuttered to a halt, not wanting to upset his master and friend. But Frodo, almost smiling, took his arm and sat him down on a nearby log.

"Of course we should have left sooner, Sam! But if we had done, I wouldn't have had such good friends along with me!"

Eowyn was walking amongst King Theodens people, going to see what news she could find. She had been trapped in The Golden Hall for so long and her legs needed a good stretch. As she walked past a mixed group of men from Gondor and her home, Rohan, she caught snatches of hushed conversation of Rivendell, Riddles, council, riders needed, volunteers, but before she could get any closer, they noticed her and all stood up quickly from their bent position and nodded at her one by one in acknowledgement, in polite reply she bowed her head to all in the group. One of the men from Gondor asked "Is it possible for us weary travellers to speak to King Theoden? it is urgent."
She looked at The Golden Halls tall, dark wooden doors and simply said "Yes," in which she turned to walk away to see what other news she could find of the world outside of Rohan.

Eowyn walked away back to The Golden Hall, to warn the servants to bring drinks and prepare some food for the arrival of the travellers. She would tell her uncle of the men from Gondor, but not of the small conversation she had heard from the Gondorian Men.


(i'll have to add Sam in a little later, got to go and do some other homework eek!!)

'And we're glad we came,' said Fatty, unable to hide his smile. He put his hand on Frodo's shoulder. He had always liked admired Sam's caring towards Frodo, and that had appeared to him to shine out more so during this journey, often without needing the use of words.
Meanwhile, the hobbits were aware that the singing in the trees had grown silent, and when they turned, they were surprised momentarily by a tall, strange-looking fellow. He wore yellow boots and a lopsided hat, and a merry twinkling was in his eyes. He was standing, merely watching them.
‘Hey ho, my little friends!’ he exclaimed when he saw that they had seen him, and they knew at once that he was the one who had been singing.
‘Excuse me, mister,’ said Sam, looking up into his cheery face with curiousness, ‘But who are you?’
‘Who am I?’ he said with the same sparkle in his eye, and softly he began to sing again.

‘Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow;
Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow.
Hey! Come derry dol! Can you hear me singing?’

‘Why, it’s nice to meet you, Mr Bombadil,’ said Fatty, not knowing what else to say, ‘Was it by chance that you came by us, or did you hear those Black Riders?’
***


'Hello!' said Galdor as he met with the Elves, nodding with recognition. 'This is a pleasant surprise!'
'Much as it is to see you,' answered the Elf who walked at the head of the company. This, Galdor knew, must be Gildor. They had met once before only briefly. 'Where are you travelling? Are there new tidings abroad?'
‘I am on an urgent errand from Cirdan,’ said Galdor. ‘I’m heading towards Rivendell, where I am hoping to gain some knowledge of the strange rumours that have been heard.’
‘Yes,’ said Gildor nodding with understanding, ‘these are evil times. We however,’ he gestured to himself and those of his company gathered about him, ‘will no longer need to concern ourselves with the evils of Middle-earth, for we will have left long before this is over. That I foresee, indeed, know.’
‘You are travelling to the Havens,’ said Galdor. It was not a question. He sighed, ‘But for me I will have to endure these perils for a while longer, and if I may, there will indeed come a day when I too will no longer resist the sea’s yearning, for it has ever been strong inside me.’
'It is my wish that you will have your heart's desire,' said Gildor, 'but in due time. But for now, I wish you luck on your errand, and hope that things turn out well.'
'Namárie.'
They embraced, so that any onlooker might have thought that they were brothers, and parted, each going their separate ways.
***

"I was passing through the woods on an errand to my fair Lady Goldberry" Tom replied. "I had no knowledge of you, or if I had, I've forgotten it" and he burst out singing and laughing again. Hearing this the Hobbits felt slightly more relaxed, but Frodo at least could not feel totally at ease.
"I know nothing of Black Riders, but you are welcome to stay at my house for the night, travellers do not pass this way often and we would be delighted at your company!"
"I thank you, Tom Bombadil, for your kindness, and as it is fast becoming dark, would you kindly show us the way?"
Tom ran off, skipping and laughing, and the Hobbits followed at a walk, until he was nearly out of sight. They walked for what seemed like hours with only the sound of Tom's voice to guide them, until at last they saw in the distance a small house.

The house looked welcoming enough, with brightly lit windows, and as the hobbits approached the doorway, they were met by a smiling lady in a pretty gown. About her feet were floating water-lillies.

‘Welcome, my dear friends,’ she spoke in a tone that reminded them of the twinkling music made by calm flowing water, and her voice sounded like the notes of a song. ‘Do not fear any darkness or trouble yourself with the dangers of the outside world, for tonight, you are under the roof of Tom Bombadil.’

As the hobbits entered, they heard from deep within the house Tom’s merry lullabies. It was not long before he came bounding out to meet them.
‘Come, hop along, my friends and join Tom and the fair river-daughter, as we drink and talk of merry things.’

They followed Tom as he led them into a bright room, where on the hearth there was a warm fire crackling, and a large table laden with food.

Hobbits being hobbits, the food settled any further doubts they had carried over the threshold. They sat down at the prompting of their hostess, and within seconds were eating. The fruit was ripe, the berries juicy and the meat cooked to perfection. After only a few short minutes there was very little food left, and the Hobbits turned to talking.
"I have no wish to leave this comfortable place, but I must go on," said Frodo. "I understand that I must go, but all who go with me go by choice."

OOC: had to stop myself quoting Elrond there, "Upon you no oath or bond is laid to go further... OK, I'll shut up now.

IC: The other hobbits looked round at each other, all resolved, so it seemed to Frodo, to continue.
They all slept well that night, having heard nothing of Black Riders for several days there was nothing to trouble their minds inside this place of safety.

During their stay in the home of Tom Bombadil, the hobbits often sat down and told stories with Tom by their side, something that they felt they had long missed since leaving the Shire. Tom delighted in telling tales and singing songs of his wanderings, and of Goldberry deep into the night, and never, he felt, had he ever come across such eager listeners. The hobbits in turn found themselves telling Tom about their journey, though taking much care, to the warning of Frodo, to leave out the Ring. Personally, Fatty could not see why they should keep this secret from Tom, for he seemed genuinely merry, carefree and somehow trusting... No evil, he felt, could ever seem to shatter the place's comfortable atmosphere.

This night was the fourth night they had stayed in the house. Even though they knew the errand was urgently pressing, they did not have any desire to leave.

Fatty's mind wandered, the steady voice of Tom making his thoughts drift past his surroundings. Suddenly, he was aware of evil shadows on the edge of his sight. At first he thought they were Black Riders. Calling out through the mist to Frodo, he found himself crying loudly, 'The Ring...!!' Then he realised that did not carry the fear enclosed about the Riders. They were something else. Old songs stirred on the edge of his memory. Barrow-wights out of the old stories...

Fatty was jerked back to the present with a sharp tug on the arm from Frodo. The look on his face made him realise with horror that he had spoken aloud. Fatty looked back at Tom with a mixture of anxiety, fear and puzzlement. He did not know which, for he did not know what he was expecting. But Tom was only smiling, not a trace of surprise of what he had heard showed in his face.

[You seem to have the same problem as me! Sometimes I have to try not to quote from the books/ movies, but they just come straight out of your head. argh]

Frodo felt as if somebody had stabbed him in the heart, a cold fear was spreading through his veins like ice as he realised that Tom already knew of the Ring.
"Come, let me see this magic trick!" said Tom, and Frodo reluctantly pulled the Ring from the chain around his neck. Lifting the chain over his head, he felt a strange reluctance to give up the Ring, even for a few seconds.
"Let's see" laughed Tom, and took the Ring from Frodo as if it were a matter of small import in the many threads of Tom's life. Sliding it on his finger, he stood smiling at their astounded faces.
Frodo saw the silly grin on Tom's face and burst our laughing. The Ring had no power over him- it did not even turn him invisible. Seeing this made Frodo feel a little better.
OK, got to be short today, will post again later!

Fatty sighed with relief. He had been worried for a second that things might turn out not so good. But Tom did not seem to be affected by the Ring as he should at all. With a chuckle, he gently took it off his finger, twirled it playfully in the air as if it were a mere toy trinket, and handed it back to Frodo.
The hobbits looked at him, astounded. Fear had, by now all but subsided. What was left now was curiousity.

'Pardon me, Mr Bombadil,' Sam burst out, 'See here, it was by accident that Fatty told you about the Ring, but now that you know about it, you might also have guessed the missing pieces of the jigsaw, and it would be a nice thing if you could...'

'Keep it to myself?' chuckled Tom, 'I will not tell a soul. Tom meddles in no affairs but his own. He will not bother with these things, for he belongs to know one but himself.' Laughing, he began to sing to himself again.

Fatty found all this very curious. 'You told us you were here at the very beginning, before elves had passed this way and forests had started out as saplings. But who really are you...?'

"They call me Iairwain Ben-Adar, meaning Oldest Without Father. I walked this earth long before your forefathers were born to grace it, and I saw from afar as they crossed the River, as the Old Forest grew and the long ages of this earth were utterly spent"
Frodo stared in wonder at Tom, amazed that he would not take the Ring. Even gandalf feared that encounter, and Frodo vividly remembered what he had said when Frodo had offered him the Ring. In the hands of one with greater majesty than a hobbit, the Ring would set a new Dark Lord in Sauron's place, for the ring gave powers to each according to his stature.
"Anyway" said Tom, breaking into Frodo's thaughts, "I think, little Shirelings, it's time for you to go to your rest for the night. I may not be here when you wake, but there will be food a-plenty, as I'm sure you'll like."
Hearing this the hobbits rose and thanked Tom and Goldberry for their hospitality, and, yawning heavily, walked out of the room.


OK, tell me that wasn't all from LotR, book and film! I can't help quoting, I think it might have been!

         The hobbits slept peacefully that night, and no nightly noises or dark shadows disturbed their dreams. In the morning, they woke to find the house virtually empty, for Tom had left that morning. All that could be heard in the silence of the morning were the twittering of a few stray birds perched upon the windowsill.
         As they entered the kitchen, they found a nice fire blazing nearby, and Goldberry smiling, to welcome them.
         'Tom's gone a-hunting, and will not be here for a while.'
         She then led them to the table, where they find waiting for them loaves upon loaves of freshly baked bread and marmalade.
         After they had eaten, Frodo said to Goldberry, 'We have really enjoyed our stay, and feel thoroughly unwilling to leave. This house has provided us with many homely comforts which I feel we’ll miss sorely before long, though we have an errand that is pressing and I feel that we must be on our way after straying from our path for so long. So I thank you for your kindness, lady Goldberry, and we wish to take our leave.’
         Fatty had almost wished that they might have stayed in that house at least awhile longer, or maybe delay the journey, for in that house, time seemed to run forever and each day was as beautiful as the next, that to leave would mean to shatter the pleasant dream he had walked into. But somewhere in his mind, he knew that to leave was inevitable.
         ‘Fare you well.’
         As the hobbits set off down the path, Goldberry’s song carried on the wind, trailing their footsteps as they once again embarked on their journey.

You half quoted from Elrond and the books, but it can’t be helped;) Can we change this slightly, so that they meet Tom again at a later stage?

She had seen the travellers enter into the Golden Hall after being searched for weapons, she now stood amongst the shadows in the back of the Hall, her cloak pulled over her not casting a single shadow, her breathing lighter than a whisper she watch and waited for King Theoden to greet them and ask them of their errand.

"Greetings, please rise" said King Theoden, who sat down himself. "Now, who will tell me of your errand, why you urgently needed to talk with me? Please, Speak quickly." The Gondorian men looked at each other, willing someone to speak before King Theoden became aggetated. Eowyn noticed a middleaged, greying hair man step forward bow his head and began his tale. With every twist and turn, Eowyn shifted closer, but always aware of remaining in the shadows. Finally, she was close enough to see all of their faces, but not allowing them to see her.

"None in Gondor can be spared, all men are needed and the Steward will only send one of his sons, but the message from Lord Elrond was to send more, and if neccessary to go to the surrounding Cities. We've tried each city, and yours King Theoden, is the only chance left. We cannot disappoint Lord Elrond. Please spare one of your men or more to join us in this."
King Theoden observed the man as he spoke, and looking at the weary bunch of Gondorians, he spoke slowly "Tell me again what does Elrond want with my men?"
The Gondorian took a deep breath and said "Lord Elrond is holding a council, a council to decide the fate of..." he looked around, stepped closer to King Theoden and in a barely audibly whisper said "the one ring." Eowyn released her breath quickly, in a sharp gasp. She put her hand over her mouth, realising what she had heard, she couldn't move, she needed, wanted to know more. Leaning forward, but being even more warier than before she stepped closer, drawing her cloak tighter around her body.

(sorry for the long installment!!)

Sam sighed, and plodded onwards even slower. His head was telling him to go back stay in the wonderful, cosy home of Tom and Goldberry, but his heart told him he must stay with Frodo. He chose the path and promised himself to look after Frodo. I am a hobbit of my word he said to himself. Shaking his head he jogged to catch up with Fatty and Frodo who had picked up the pace and marching onwards.
"Wait, Wait.." Sam shouted breathlessly. Frodo turned his head and saw Sam jogging up to him, his face bright red. Sam thought i'm not made for running!
Sam managed to stop himself from falling when he caught up and said heavily "Why is there a sudden rush? Mr. Frodo, sorry to sound silly but Where are we going again and why so quickly?" Sam took deep breaths as his pounding heart slowed to a natural steady beat. Sam glanced at Frodo, who appeared to be starring at something in the distance. Sam squinted in the direction Frodo was looking in, but could not see whatever it was Frodo was looking at.
They were still walking at a quick pace but one which Sam was capable enough of keeping up with. Thoughts of Tom and Goldberry's home long forgotten in his mind. The journey onwards and the distant shadows plagued Sams mind. Looking again at Frodo for an answer.


(sorry for a odd ending but i've got to go revise!!! i think i may of taken some from films the promise bit definately!! :D its too difficult not to think of the films/books while writing this!! )

Frodo smiled at Sam, but it did not spread to his eyes, and he did not answer, only walked silently on. The clouds started to cover the sky with an inky blackness, but still he did not react. Then the rain started, lashing in torrents and stinging the hobbits' faces.

Still Frodo walked on, wishing only to be rid of the rolling hills that surrounded them. He could feel at all times a pressing evil, and yet unlike the fear the Black Riders summonned. There was evil here that did not sleep, a malice untold, but not in any way connected to the Ring or its master.
The clouds began to darken in colour, and the hobbits heard the distant growling rumble of thunder. Wet pellets fell from the sky, soaking the Hobbits to the skin in a matter of seconds.

Without warning, fog began to swirl in plumes around them, and a veil of mist descended until they could see no more.

Not so bad with the quotes, but not perfect! ;)

Feeling suddenly panicked, Fatty groped nervously with his hands at the thick air around him, as if it was something he would be able to grasp onto. He half hoped Frodo would see that there was no use going any further that day… they could not find their way in the fog… that maybe they would halt and turn back the way they had come- back to the safety and comfort of Tom’s homely house, but Frodo didn’t speak. In the mist that seemed to shroud all Fatty’s concious senses, he could not see more than a mere shadow of the figures of Sam and Frodo stumbling along the undergrowth some distance ahead of him.

Fatty blinked, and for a moment, the fog had swirled so thickly that he felt temperarily blinded by mist. He stopped and called out shakily, ‘Frodo? Sam?’

He stopped and listened, but all that met his ringing ears was a deep silence. Fatty felt shaken to the bone with cold and fear. ‘Frodo!! Sam… Why aren’t you waiting for me…?’

His voice felt thin and was soon lost in a trailing wisp in the forboding atmosphere. For a long while, Fatty stood there unmoving, unable to go any further, not knowing which direction to turn for fear of becoming tangled in the unfathomable depths of the forest where evil was said to loom. It was no use. He seemed to have lost all trace of his companions. Overwhelmed by an unexplained fear, Fatty sat and curled himself up into a ball near the stump of as far as he could feel, a useless old wooden tree stump. Foreboding trickled steadily into his skin until he thought he could sense it in his bone marrow.

[Sam's alive! yay :rolleyes: *brings bonbons to celebrate the occasion* :)]

King Theoden seemed to fall backwards into his thrown, his face showing all signs of concern and with the shaking of his head he said "How can this be? If this be lies, i shall have you killed before you can say any more, but if this be the truth you speak, I must take counsel within myself and a few trusted men of my own choice. Now quickly, what tell me everything."
The Gondorians looked at one another not wanting to be killed. Bravely the previous man stepped foward again and spoke with confidence and with no hesitation said: "I, Haemor swear upon my forefathers, each more trustworthy than the last, that all i have spoke of is the truth and if it is not then cut off my tongue and feed it to the hounds. I could never speak of lies to a King of your stature. We, standing before you, are simple men not looking for rewards, we are here only to pass on the message. Please, do not make us repeat it again, it was hard the first time and continues to scare me. Please, sire, King Theoden, take counsel and send your men."
King Theoden broke eye contact with Haemor, and looked at each of the Gondorians before him. "Thank You, i trust you and your tale. Now please leave my hall and i shall decide."


Sorry for an abrupt ending but i''ve gotta run!!