What REALLY happened on Weathertop

by Baron Wilderness

The Wraiths swept Merry and Pippin aside like they were leaves in the wind and Frodo cowered before them. He retreated as much as he could but his escape was thwarted by a large rock. The Wraiths closed in and one of them drew a long, wicked blade.

Frodos' hand crept towards the chain on his neck and without realizing it, his grip closed on the ring. Despite the danger his will defied him and he slipped it onto his finger. The world faded. All around him things became dim and blinding at the same time. Sam and the other Hobbits dissappeared and Frodo was alone. He seemed to become nothing, ghostlike, and looking down he saw himself start to fade. Suddenly he was blinded by what looked like a thousand stars, then all began to clear. His sight returned to him and he became aware that everything was different.

He felt the ground beneath his fingers and it was hard and smooth, unlike the rocky slabs he expected. Embedded in the floor were flat, metallic circles and looking up he saw the same circles on the ceiling. He raised himself up onto one elbow and looked around. He was in some kind of room! The walls were smooth just like the floor and they were covered in strange runes, the like of which Frodo had never seen before. Along one wall were many windows but he could see no view, instead they were filled with glowing symbols of many colours.
Frodo now became aware of what appeared to be a large white table at one end, also covered with the strange runes, and behind it, stood a man.

He was a little smaller than Strider from what Frodo could see and wore a strange blue tunic with a golden brooch upon his breast. Frodo now realized the man was looking directly at him with a look of concerned astonishment. He looked down at his table which made strange chirruping noises, then back to Frodo. He raised a small metallic box, opened the lid and spoke into it. "Capt'n, you'd better come doon to transporter room 2, there's been an...accident"
The man sounded strangely somehow like Gimli but he was definitely not a dwarf, Frodo lay rooted to the spot, afraid to move. Then to his surprise the box replied!
"What is it Scotty?"
"It's best if ye just come doon Sir" said the man in blue to the talking box.

Shortly one of the walls magically slid aside with a swoosh and another man stepped inside. He wore a similar tunic but this time it was green. He had strange hair and spoke in a very exaggerated manner.
"My-god....Scotty,....what happened, is it him?"
"I canne' tell Capt'n," replied the man in blue, who was obviously called Scotty.
The man in green approached Frodo, and spoke.
"Chekov, is that you?"
"No, my name is Frodo." Replied Frodo, being quite sure his name was not 'checkoff'

Just then the wall swooshed aside again and two more figures came in, the first was slightly older and quite wrinkly and immediately on seeing Frodo exclaimed "Great scot Jim! What is it?"
Frodo did his best not to be offended and on seeing the second figure he finally relaxed a little.

Behind the rude man walked a tall Elf. He wore a black trousers that were a little too short for him and blue tunic with the same golden brooch, just like the one called Scotty, but his aloof look and pointed ears convinced Frodo he was definitely an Elf, even though this one wore a little more eye make-up than most elves he knew.
Frodo jumped up and addressed him, "I am Frodo of the Shire," he said "well met Elf Lord, what is this place and how came I here?"
The Elf raised one eyebrow and looked at the man in green. The man in green made an exaggerated gesture as if to say 'go ahead' and the Elf stepped forward.
"Greetings Frodo of the Shire, I am Spock and you are on the Starship Enterprise."
"The who, the what?" said Frodo startled "I want to go home!"

Suddenly all the lights turned red and an awful noise filled the room. "Klingons on the starboard bough!" cried Scotty The man in green ran in a strange exaggerated fashion over to the door, he turned back and said to the Elf, "Spock... we.... have-to-beam-him-back, lets go"
"Mr. Scott, reverse the transporter bipolar coordinates and transphase the neutrino particle beam accelerators to two hundred percent" said the Elf "Aye Sir" said Scotty, although Frodo wondered if Scotty thought the Elf had spouted as much gobbledygook as he did.
"We're being boarded!" cried Scotty looking at his magic table. Just then, a bright light appeared in the corner of the room, strange starlight flooded the area and as it faded, an very orc-like man in black appeared in its place. He roared and attacked Scotty knocking him down, the Elf span round but was knocked down also. The orc-man drew a savagely pointed knife and thrust it at Frodo. The hobbit tried to dodge but it caught him on the shoulder and he fell. The orc-man loomed over him and was about to strike again when the Elf leapt up and felled him by simply placing his hand on his neck.

The Elf placed Frodo quickly onto one of the metallic circles and went to the magic table.
"Good luck Frodo Baggins," he said "Naramie!...... energizing"
Before Frodo could question him the bright lights returned and he felt himself begin to fade again. His shoulder ached and burned but the lights blinded him less this time and he was relieved to faintly hear Sam's voice calling to him. He felt the cold stone underneath him once more and he now heard Striders' voice too.
"Take off the ring Frodo!" he cried
Of course! The ring! Frodo strained, almost passing out from the pain in his shoulder but managed to remove the ring. The real world melted back and standing over him concerned were both Sam and Strider.
As Frodo lay in pain but relieved to see his friends again, he wondered if Scotty, the strange man in green and the Elf would be alright and survive the attack. He thought about telling the others but his shoulder was too painful and before long he lost consciousness altogether.