by Silivren Ithildin
4: Amon Sûl
Very early that next morning we found out all the horses in Bree had
been run off. The only one left in Bree was a half-starved, mistreated
pony owned by Bill Ferny. He wanted 30 silver pennies for it. That was
3 times the normal price and was hard for Mister Butterbur to be able
to part with, but, he felt bad because we were expecting a horse and he
had no other. So, we ended up with Bill the pony. Now that we have him
we will make sure he is well taken care of. That nasty Bill Ferny
should be flogged for how he treated Bill the pony! We hated to have to
load Bill down that morning, but, Strider said we had to get on to
Rivendell just as fast as possible.
We all had doubts about Strider and if he was actually going to help us
on our journey or harm us in some way. The four of us discussed our
doubts while we were starting out from Bree. I agreed with Mister Frodo
that if he was going to harm us Strider would 'feel' foul and look
fairer. After all, if he wanted to harm us, he could have let the
Ringwraiths take care of us last night. In some way I feel deep down
that he is an honorable man. A little later we stopped and had
breakfast then got ready to move on again. Mister Pippin had a bit of a
problem with this as he wanted second breakfast. Strider didn't seem to
know anything about second break-fast but he found some apples for
Pippin. I have the distressing feeling that our usual schedule of meals
is going to be a thing of the past along this journey as I am sensing
we won't have time to stop 7 or 8 times a day for meals. This thought
sets my stomach to grumbling.
All of us hated going through the Midgewater Marshes. It was wet,
stagnant, smelly land that pulled and grabbed at our feet as we went
along. Not only that, but, the flying bugs stung us and seemed to be
trying to make meals out of us. Poor Bill the pony had an awful time
getting through the marsh. Strider found us a semi-dry place to spend
the night and he was able to kill a deer for our supper. As I was
falling asleep I thought I heard someone quietly singing a lovely, but
sad, song. It was a nice way to fall asleep.
The next day we walked and walked for forever it seemed. By the time we
reached the great watchtower of Amon Sûl, as Strider called it,
on Weathertop, we were exhausted and starving. Strider sat us down and
gave us each a sword for our protection as he was going to have a look
around. Mister Frodo took a little nap and Merry, Pippin and I started
a fire and made some supper. I never even thought there was anything
wrong about starting a fire until Mister Frodo got up and began putting
it out. Our mistake didn't hit me until we heard that screeching again
and saw the shadows begin to move below us. How could I have been so
stupid? Our fire led them right to us.
Up the stairs to the ruin of the watchtower we ran. We didn't know
which direction they would attack us from, but we knew they were
coming. We tried to keep Mister Frodo protected by circling around him.
When they came over the side, we pushed him behind us. My heart was
seized with a horrible fear when they came near us. It almost felt
frozen from the pure evil coming off them in waves. But, what
terrorized my heart more was the thought of them getting to Frodo and
hurting him. That thought was enough to bring out my courage to face
them. I think I even called them devils in my brief moment of bravado.
All I remembered after that was one of them backhanding me in the face
and flying through the air, then hitting my head. After that, there was
nothing until I heard Mister Frodo screaming in pain. My worst fears
had come true.
Running over to Mister Frodo I saw Strider was back and that he had
fought off the Ringwraiths. Mister Frodo was in agony. He had been
stabbed. Yelling at Strider, I wanted to help and somehow I knew that
if anyone could help him, it would be Strider. Strider looked at the
blade that had stabbed Frodo and knew that it was a wound that he could
not heal by himself. He hurried us on towards Rivendell even knowing
that it was 6 days ahead of us. Carrying Frodo, I heard him tell Frodo
to hold on. I willed Frodo to hold on also. I could not handle it if he
were to be lost to us as a result of my stupidity.