Chapter 3: The Black Riders
Continued
Frodo could still remember the feel of the Black Riders’ sword, as he lay, helpless, with Sam and Strider. Suddenly, the candles went out, leaving them in darkness. A unwelcoming coldness swept over the hidey-hole, and a wolf howled. Gandalf hurried to Frodo, and blew on his rusty horn. The sound of hooves echoed through the forest. Animals fled. The wizard, human and hobbits shivered as a whole. An elf strode into the clearing with her horse, at the same time as the Black Riders. Gandalf nodded at her as she passed.
“Where`s Frodo?” she asked briskly.
” Here,” Frodo replied in a strained voice.
Chapter 4: The Chase to Rivendell
Lifting Frodo onto her horse, she loaded her bow.
“You may call me Taurien,” she said, and with a whizz of the arrow they set off.
Despite Taurien`s excellent archery skills, it missed the Black Rider that it was aimed at. Seconds after Taurien and Frodo fled, the riders followed, drawn towards Frodo. Soon, the renegades had reached a stream. Taurien`s horse trotted across it happily, whilst the Black Riders hesitated at the riverbank. Taurien and Frodo were nearly across. Suddenly, the riders dashed into the stream. Water flooded the wide waterway, and waves as high as mini tsunamis tumbled into the space. Horses whinnied, and the Black Riders screeched.
” What happened to them?” Frodo queried cautiously.
“The horses drowned. The Black Riders will only be swept further downstream though”, Taurien replied.
They were gone! At least for a while. Looking ahead of him, he noticed a magnificent castle.
There was a small creature calling out to him on a balcony. ” Frodo! Frodo! Frodo!”
Was it his father? Was it. . . Bilbo?
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