The Unknown

Chapter 1: The Fellowship of the Ring

I stood near the door of the Prancing Pony, inside. Not many interesting people had come by but I had just a bad feeling throughout these days, something bad was coming and I could feel it. Just when I thought that nothing interesting was going to happen tonight 4 hobbits come rushing in. "Excuse me," one called out to Butterbur the innkeeper.
"Good evening, little masters. If you're seeking accommodation, we've got some nice, cozy Hobbit sized rooms available, Mr... ah...," Butterbur said.
"Underhill...my name's Underhill," the hobbit said. One looked nervously back at me.
"Underhill? Hmmm."
"We're friends of Gandalf the Grey...can you tell him we've arrived?" The chubbiest of the hobbits keeps looking back at me nervously. I smile under my cloak. The innkeeper was too dumb to realise these were very important hobbits. Butterbur looked puzzled. "Gandalf...Gandalf...Oh... Oh yes! I remember...elderly chap...big grey beard...pointy hat?" Mr Underhill nods looking relieved. Butterbur shakes his head. "Not seen him for six months." The hobbit looks at me again and with a scared tone he says, "What do we do now?" I move and sit down next to my brother, not by blood, Strider. He and I usually just sit in the corner waiting. Sometimes I get up and walk around. Everyone in the bar tends to move out of the way of me. They learnt their lesson about messing with me.

The 4 hobbits sit down and the one who kept looking at me looks around nervously. Another hobbit in the group sits down with a mug of beer. The nervous one keeps looking at Strider and I. "Those fellow's done nothing but stare at you since we've arrived." He motioned to us sitting in the corner. 'Mr Underhill' motions to Butterbur.
"Excuse me, them in the corner, who are they?"
"They them Rangers; they're dangerous folk they are, wandering the wilds. What their right names are, I never heard, but round here he's known as Strider and her, Wolf." Mr Underhill seems nervous. The hobbit at the bar being very loud and obnoxious.
"Baggins? Sure, I know a Baggins...he's over there...," The hobbit at the bar says quite loudly. I look at Strider and raise an eyebrow. We have heard talk of dark riders looking for a Mr Baggins, Frodo Baggins in particular. Mr Underhill leaps from his chair and pushes his way towards the bar. "Frodo Baggins. He's my second cousin once removed, on his mother's side and my third cousin twice removed on his father's side...if you follow me." Mr Underhill grabs the hobbit at the bar. "Pippin!" He says in harsh tone.
"Steady on, Frodo!" Pippin pushes Frodo away and everyone goes silent as he falls to the floor. All attention is now on the most wanted hobbit in these lands. There is a small gold flash in the air that only I seem to see and then Frodo disappears. I stand quietly up from my chair. A rare gift given to me I could see the light shadow of Frodo in the twilight world move, he seemed shocked. The whole bar goes dead silent. And then it erupts into loud babble. The towns people chatter excitedly about this disappearing man. I look to the window as I have an extremely bad feeling about this. Only one ring is known to make a man disappear and that ring should not be in the hands of a hobbit who doesn't know what he is doing. I see the light shadow roll under a table and he materialises. Strider stands and walks over to the table and reaches under the table. He pushes him against the wall. "You draw far too much attention to yourself...Mr. Underhill," he says and drags him off to a small room fit for a hobbit. I follow as to make sure no one bothers us.

Strider pushes Frodo into the Hobbits room. "What do you want?" The hobbit asks scared. Looking back at Strider than me and back to Strider again.
"A little more caution from you...that is no trinket you carry," Strider says.
"I carry nothing," the hobbit tries to hide but we know exactly what the hobbit is carrying.
"Indeed? I can usually avoid being seen if I wish, but to disappear entirely... that is a rare gift."
"Who are you?" The hobbit looks unsure of whether us not killing him already is a good or bad sign.
"Are you frightened?" Strider asks.
"Yes," the hobbit replies looking at me again.
"Not nearly frightened enough. We know what hunts you." Frodo jumps at the sound of a noise in the corridor. Strider draws his sword. I hold my short sword in my hand. The pitter patter was too small to be of any difficulty so I do not bother worrying. Strider noticed my relaxed posture and seemed to not worry himself. The other 3 hobbits burst through the door with a candle stick, a chair and bare fists.
"Let him go or I'll have you, Longshanks!" The chubby nervous hobbit says. Strider sheaths his sword and smiles. I sheath my short sword and let out a huff laugh. The hobbits look at me and suddenly realise I had been here the whole time. "You have a stout heart, little Hobbit, but that alone won't save you...You can no longer wait for the Wizard, Frodo. They're coming." Strider says.

The hobbits stir in their bed as 4 creatures with a dark presence come into Bree. Strider looks at me and I nod. We rarely talk between each other unless it's out in the open fields then it's all laughter. Strider is like a brother to me, even though I'm like over 200 years older than him. Sam's eyes open widely and I look at him, sat on the end of the bed. Strider listens to the horrifying screeches from his room in which we are staying. I hear a terrible shriek with disgust. Sam sits up and then Pippin and Merry. They all look at me with wide eyes. I look to Frodo and Strider at the window. The Ringwraiths screech again. A chilling sound to even me.
"What are they?" Frodo asks.
"They were once men," Strider glances quickly at Frodo, then looks away. Strider continues quietly."Great Kings of men. Then Sauron the deceiver gave to them Nine Rings of Power. Blinded by their greed they took them without question, one by one falling into darkness and now they are slaves to his will." The Ringwraiths gallop down the streets. I look to the ground not wanting to see the horrifying creatures. "They are the Nazgul, Ringwraiths, neither living or dead. At all times they feel the presence of the ring...drawn to the power of the one..they will never stop hunting you," Strider continues once the wraiths had past.