The trip to Bree was going well until we met up with Merry and Pippin. I knew what was going to happen next on the road and all the sudden I turn toward it and instantly feel myself being pulled toward it. "What are you doing?!" Frodo yells and I stop instantly and shaking my head quickly turns back to them right as Frodo yells for you all to get off the road. Pushing the Hobbits toward an old oak tree and throwing them down one by one I turn back just in time to see a hint of black and fear filling my body I jump down and brace myself in front of them shielding them with my Elvin cloak.

I hear the sound of hooves on the hard road and biting my lip silently pray that the cloak works and he leaves. 'Where are you Halfling?' I hear the Nazgûl say and I grit your teeth. His voice was rough and distorted, just hearing it made my skin crawl. Taking a deep breath I turn to see the hobbits frozen in fear their faces pure white. "I can sense you; Princess of the woods..." My heart drops as I turn to see Frodo about to place the ring on his finger. Tapping Merry he looks at me so I glance down at his bag of vegetables. He nods tossing them back down the road making the Nazgûl turn and rush toward where they had landed. As he leaves I grab Frodo and pushing the other Hobbits toward the trees take off running as fast as we can.

When we are far from the rider I turn to Frodo and watch as he takes heavy breaths. Glancing around at the rest of the Hobbits right as Merry says, "What was that?" Frodo is staring, a look of shock on his face at the ring lying in the palm of his hand. 

"All will be explained once we reach Bree." I say as I motion for the Hobbits to continue. 

Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, and I hurry through the trees, slipping and sliding on the muddy ground. "Anything?" Sam says when we finally pause to allow them to catch their breaths.

"Nothing." Frodo says as his hand clenches on the ring making my stomach churn. 

"What is going on?" Pippin asks making me move closer to Frodo. Merry moves past pippin, toward Frodo, watching intently, while Sam keeps looking around nervously. "The Black rider was looking for something... or someone... Frodo?" Merry says and I am about to intervene when Sam yells, "Get down!" The silhouette of a BLACK RIDER looms against the skyline. The Four Hobbits and I are sprawled on the ground, holding our breaths as the Black Rider turns and departs.

"I have to leave the Shire... Sam, _____, and I must get to Bree." Frodo says breathing heavily. Merry looks at his friend and realizing Frodo is in deep trouble says, "Right...Buckleberry Ferry...follow me!" The Hobbits break cover. 

Suddenly, a Black Rider bursts out of the forest toward them. "There's another one!! Frodo, this way!!" Merry yells as the Hobbits hurriedly run away from the Ringwraith's. Even though I could easily out run all of them I keep close to Frodo to make sure they don't catch him.

'You can't run from me Elvin Princess...' The Ringwraith shrieks out making my ears ring. Black horse hooves... snarling horse mouths...a fleeting black cowl. 

"Frodo, follow me!" Merry yells out as we start to catch sight of the ferry in the distance. 

Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, and I run towards the wide, placid Brandywine River, and the ferry. "Get the ropes, Sam." Merry yells out as the two of them reach the ferry. Four Ringwraiths are speeding through the Fog converging on us and the ferry crossing. Sam, Pippin, and Merry stampede across the wharf and tumble onto the Ferry. I grab Frodo by the hand and pulling him forward hear Sam cry out Frodo's name.

Pulling Frodo into my arms I race across the wooden wharf, followed by the Ringwraiths. Nearing the ferry I take a deep breath and jump into the air landing safe and sound on the ferry with Frodo secure n my arms. Sam and Merry shove off with the poles causing the ferry to slide out into the river, just as the Ringwraiths arrive. They pull up on the end of the wharf shrieking with rage causing the Hobbits cover their ears. The Ringwraiths wheel their horses towards the north and Gallop away along the river bank, quickly disappearing into the fog.

"How far to the nearest crossing?" Frodo asks as we all watch the wraiths disappear into the night. 

"The Brandywine bridge, twenty miles." Merry replies as he watches the wraiths disappear. 

All the sudden I feel my body become heavy and without as much as a warning I collapse to the ferry floor breathing heavily. 

"Are you alright?" Sam asks as he walks over and leans down to rest a hand on my forehead.

"I'm fine," I say as I push myself up off the floor and crawl over to the edge of the ferry and tossing my hands into the water let its coolness fill my body. What was that? Why did I suddenly feel so worn out?