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Ellia's POV:

I woke up to Frodo and Sam shaking me awake while Merry and Pippin tied the ropes of the raft to the edge of the bridge.

"We're there already?" I asked tiredly.

"Yes, we must get to Bree now. Gandalf will meet us there." Frodo said before helping me up and out of the raft.

Halfway through the walk, it started pouring, and the time we got there, I was soaked to the bone, and I had mud in my shoes. Out of all the things that I hate, mud is on the top three. As soon as we got to the gate, Frodo knocked on the door, and a man slid a window open to see me and the group.

"What do you want?" the gatekeeper asked.

"We're heading to the prancing pony!" Frodo said.

The gatekeeper opened the door and shown an eerie yellow light on us.

"Hobbits! Four hobbits and a woman! What brings you to Bree?"

"We wish to stay to stay at the inn, the business is our own," I said with a little annoyance in my tone.

"Alright, miss. I meant no offense. It's my job to ask questions after nightfall. There's talk of strange folk abroad...can't be too careful," the man said as he watched us walk past the gate and into town.

We soon ended up at the inn and Merry opened the door and the inn was full of the smell of food, beer, and smoke. I started to cough with the amount of smoke in the place but ended covering it up due to the men looking at me. Weird.

"Excuse me!" Frodo yelled.

"Good evening little masters, and young miss. If you're seeking accommodation, we've got some nice, cozy, Hobbit sized and human-sized rooms available Mr.-?" the barkeeper said.

"Underhill, my name is Underhill," Frodo said.

"And you, miss?"

"Annabeth. My friends and I are known by Gandalf the Grey. Can you tell him that we've arrived?"

"Gandalf...Gandalf...Oh... Oh yes! I remember. Elderly chap, big grey beard, pointy hat? Not seen him for six months."

My eyes widened and I started to panic. The hobbits seemed to have the same reaction because I heard Sam whisper to Frodo before we ended up at a table with food and drinks.

"Don't worry, Ellia, Gandalf will show up soon," Frodo whispered.

Merry walked back from the table with a pint of ale. Pippin looked at the tankard before looking at Merry.

"What is that?" asked Pippin.

"This is a pint!" said Merry excitedly.

"They come in PINTS? I'm getting one!" said Pippin before leaping out of his chair to get his new mug of beer.

"But you had a whole half already!" Sam complained.

I just rolled my eyes and finished my meal with some tea. I feel a presence behind me and I began to feel uncomfortable. I grabbed the arm of the bartender walking by I pulled him down to my level.

"The man behind me, the one in the cloak, who is he?

"He's one of them Rangers; they're dangerous folk they are, wandering the wilds. What his right name is, I never heard, but round here he's known as Strider."I let him go and thought about the name for a moment. "Strider..."

I felt my head starting to hurt and my eyes change color for a moment. Frodo must've noticed because he grabbed my hand and looked at me reassuringly.

"Are you alright?"

"I think so. My head just hurts a little."

'take the ring... take the ring '

I grabbed the side of my side in pain as I heard the voice.

'Take the ring'

"Baggins? I know a Baggins, right over there! Frodo Baggins!"

"PIPPIN?!" Frodo yelled before going over to him.

'Take the ring!'

I grabbed my head in pain and I felt my powers flaring. I heard gasps going around the tavern. I see Frodo fall on the floor and the ring shooting up into the air.

'TAKE THE RING!'

I leaped up from my chair to catch the ring but it landed on Frodo's finger making him disappear. I felt my eyes change color and powers flaring once again. I could see Frodo through the red hue of my powers and yanked the ring off of his finger as soon I got to him. He looked at me with gratitude in his eyes before we both got yanked by the coat and thrown up the stairs and into a room. I dragged Frodo behind me and I pulled out my sword. I gave my dagger to Frodo in case if he needed protection and I ended up unarmed.

"You both draw too much attention, Mr. Underhill and Annabeth."

"What do you want?" I said threateningly.

"I little more caution from you, that is no trinket you carry," the man whispered.

"We carry nothing," Frodo said nervously.

"Indeed," the man said turning off the candles. "I can avoid being seen if I wish, but to disappear entirely, that is a rare gift."

"Who are you?" Frodo said  

The man ignored the question as he looked at Frodo. "Are you frightened?"

"Yes." 

"Not nearly frightened enough. I know what hunts you both."

The door begins to budge and the man takes out his sword while I point mine at the door and hide Frodo behind me. The door opened to Sam holding his fists up, Merry holding a candlestick, and Pippin holding a chair.

"Let them go! Or I'll have, longshanks!" Sam yelled.

Aragorn scoffs and rolls his eyes before putting away his blade with a slight smile. 

"You have a stout heart, little hobbit, but that will not save you. You can no longer wait for the wizard, Frodo, and Annabeth, they are coming."

We headed to the inn across town to the man's room. The hobbits slept and I stayed awake looking out the window with the man called Strider.

"Why don't you sleep?" he asked.

"I don't sleep," I lied.

"You do not trust me. I can make no argument that you should. But I know Gandalf as a dear friend of mine. I've known him for a long time."

"Then you know he's in Isengard getting his ass handed to him."

"Yes. And I know that you are not from his world but from a place called New York."

My eyes widened and I looked at him.

"He told me and I promise that I will not tell anyone. You have my word."

I looked back out the window to see shadows in the room that we were in before and then ear-piercing screeches. I hear the bed shifting and I turn to see all four hobbits up and frightened.

"What are they?" asked Frodo.

Strider looked at me than the others. "They were once men, great kings of men. Then Sauron the Deceiver gave them nine rings of power. Blinded by their greed, they took them without question. One by one they fell into darkness, and now they are slaves to his will. They are the Nazgul, Ringwraiths. Neither living nor dead. At all times, they feel the presence of the ring, drawn to the power of the One. They never stop hunting you."

"What do we do then?" I ask.

"We sleep and then we leave at dawn."

The hobbits settled into the bed again and fell back asleep. I looked back to see Strider sleeping with his right hand on the hilt of his sword. I looked back out to the empty streets and then I let the sleepiness cloud my brain and darkness cloud my vision.