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Breaking Through the Shadows

By Jenny Moeller



What the……… I thought groggily waking from my unconscious state.

My mind wandered back into my memory trying to remember what exactly had happened. Lying quietly I allowed my senses to come back as I realized I was not alone.

"Strider the child is waking." I heard a voice say close by.

I opened my eyes slowly to adjust to the dim light provided by the stars above I felt a large piece of cloth underneath me as I wondered again what had happened. There was a slight movement to my right before a man's face came into my vision. The man's dark shaggy hair fell over his shoulders as he leaned forward to look at me. His gray-blue eyes searched my face as he silently helped me sit up.

"Where am I? And what in the……… are they?" I asked as my vision began to clear a little more.

"You are on Weathertop little one. And they are hobbits." The man answered. "What is your name?" He asked.

"Shealyn, my name is Shealyn." I whispered as I looked around myself.

I stiffened suddenly as my sensitive ears picked up a frightening sound in the distance. "I hear something close." I whispered looking up at the man beside me.

"Ringwraiths." Strider responded absently as he unwrapped four short swords. "These are for you." He replied handing the four hobbits the weapons. "Keep them close and stay here" He warned before disappearing into the night.

Lying back down I closed my eyes listening to the hobbits chatter of their home. I didn't want to sleep but the constant throb in my forehead begged for sleep.

"Sleep young one." I heard a voice close to my ear. "We will protect you." No longer able to stay awake I gave in allowing sleep to claim me.


"Put it out you fools." I heard one of the hobbits yelp causing me to rise to move towards the edge and listen to the ever closer screams of the ringwraiths.

The hobbits joined me at the edge of the stone watching frantically as five black beings swiftly approached the tower.

"Come on." The dark curly haired hobbit cried grabbing his sword in one hand and grasping my hand in the other pulling me towards the stairs.

We arrived at the very top causing us to stop and cluster tightly together.

My keen eyes searched the darkness around us as I heard the clang of their armor as the five stepped down onto the stone floor before us. Three of the hobbits quickly surrounded the fourth and I quavering in fear.

"Back you devils." The stout hobbit shouted raising his sword bravely to the enemy.

The five approached us in a fluid movement and effortlessly flung the stout rusty haired hobbit aside as if he were just a stuffed doll. The two remaining hobbits pressed their shoulders together fear clearly showing on their faces.

Once again the ringwraith threw the two away from the last but he had to come through me to get to him.

'Don't you dare?" I hissed my warning raising my hands palms facing out.

The wraith paused momentarily to ponder my action. As if shaking out of a reverie he stepped forward again. I felt the ever present power seep into my fingers as I let a few blue lightning bolts fly forth catching the black rider in it's chest sending it back into the other four.

They quickly climbed to their feet and glided across the short distance that separated us. The dark haired hobbit grabbed the back of my uniform pulling me back away from them as he shuffled backwards.

Suddenly he fell to the ground bringing me down with him. The wraiths moved forward as we scrambled backwards until our backs rested firmly against the remaining wall. The last of my strength was leaving me as the lead wraith stepped forward raising his sword to strike the hobbit.

As the blade came down I lifted myself up and over the hobbit protecting him from the blade. Seconds later an immense pain filled my chest as the blade entered my body causing the wraith to scream with frustration.

I bit back a scream as the wraith pushed me aside and reached for the hobbit. Fear radiated of the small body beside me as the hobbit took out a shiny round object from his coat. He slipped it onto his finger and immediately disappeared from sight, but I could feel his presence beside me.

The wraith grew angry and frustrated plunging his sword in the space beside me. "No………" I screamed bringing my hand once more blasting him back away from us.

With a cry of pain the hobbit reappeared clenching his eyes shut.

"Mr. Frodo………" The stout hobbit cried out as he ran to him.

Out of the dark I heard an angry war cry as the man jumped out in front of us his sword catching on the wraith's blade. In his other hand he held a flaming torch in which he swung around into the wraiths that drew close.

The other hobbits drew close surround Mr. Frodo as we watched the man fight. Pain radiated through my body and I had to bite my lip before I could scream. I watched in amazement as the man finished off the last one.

"Strider!" The stout hobbit cried out catching the man's attention. "Help 'im Strider." He pleaded as Strider crouched beside the hobbit.

"He was stabbed by a Morgul blade." Strider sighed picking up the sword that lay next to Frodo. "This is beyond my skill to heal. He needs Elvish medicine." He said picking up the hobbit.

Turning to me Strider picked me up as well carrying me quickly down the stairs. At the foot of the tower stood a pack pony in which he laid me on tying me securely. "We must make haste to Rivendell." Strider told the other hobbits.

"But we're six days from Rivendell." The stout hobbit admonished. "He'll never make it."

I heard Frodo cry out for someone and Strider telling him to hold on, but not much else. The next couple of hours I drifted in and out of fevered sleep until we came to a stop. Strider untied me carefully and placed me gently on the ground.

"Look Mr. Frodo! Mr. Bilbo's trolls." I vaguely heard someone say.

I felt a hand touch my face and a small hiss. "They're growing cold." Stout called out.

"Are they going to die?" Another hobbit asked sitting beside me.

"They're passing into the shadow world……… soon they'll become wraiths like them." I heard Strider say.

An inhuman scream filled the air causing me to cry out. I was so scared.

"Sam." Strider called. "Do you know the Athelas plant?" He asked.

"Athelas?" Sam asked in confusion.

"KingsFoil?" He answered.

"Aye that's a weed." Sam replied.

"It will help stop the poison from spreading." He said as I heard them leave the area.

I was have problems breathing as I lay there concentrating on not falling asleep. Several minutes passed before a bright light came into the clearing and I could just make out a beautiful woman dismount a white horse.

She spoke in another language as she crouched by Frodo's side along with Strider who applied something to the wound in his shoulder.

I was drifting away in the darkness when I felt my shirt being cut away and something pressed against my wound. I arched my back as pain filled me and the next sensation was being picked up. Strider placed me on the white horse behind Frodo speaking rapidly to the woman who mounted behind me.

"Arwen, ride hard. Don't look back." Strider told her.

Arwen coaxed the horse into a gallop and we rode away. Sleep overtook me and I knew no more.

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