Frodo found himself surrounded by the terrifying Ringwraiths. The Naguls' true forms were revealed to him and they shined like ghostly kings. The leader of the pack, The Witch-King reached out to the Ring. Frodo was about to surrender to him and almost let him take the Ring. He yanked his hand back, causing the Witch King to stab him right above his shoulder.

"Ahhhh!" Frodo cried out in pain.
All of a sudden, Strider leaped over the invisible Frodo and attacked the Witch King with his sword and a flaming torch.

He threw the torch at the Witch King, setting him on fire.

The Ringwraiths were suddenly startled at the sight and they had leaped off of the old watchtower.
Frodo pulled the Ring off of his finger and he reappeared.
"Frodo!" Said Sam, rushing to the badly injured hobbit.
"Oh, Sam." Whimpered Frodo, clutching onto Sam's hand. "Brianna." Frodo whimpered again. "Oh, no! Brianna!" Sam was in a sticky situation. Should he stay with Frodo or should he leave him behind and rescue me instead?
Strider had found my lifeless body, lying there like a forgotten corpse. I sobbed and whimpered and my blood temperature had dropped drastically. The ranger stopped for a moment. As he gazed at me, grief had filled his heart. He covered his his hands over his eyes and sighed loudly. "She was too young and too innocent. Now, she'll pass to the shadow realm, where she will never see the light again."
Strider said quietly to himself, deep in thought. The Ranger carefully lifted me from off of the stone surface and wrapped me protectively in his arms. "Fr-Frodo." I gasped. Strider knew that he had to stay strong and he could not let fear get in the way.
"Help them! Help them, Strider!" Cried Sam. "They've both been stabbed by a Morgul Blade. This is beyond my skill to heal. They need elvish medicine! Hurry!" Several loud screeches had caught the attention of the group.
"We're six days from Rivendell! They'll never make it!"
Strider had led us through a deep, dark and mysterious forest. Frodo and I both let out a horrible cry as the ranger ran frantically, holding the both of us tightly in his arms. "Gandalf!" Shrieked Frodo. "Frodo!" I shrieked as well. How were we ever able to make it to Rivendell? Was I going to be able to survive the night?