Finns pov
Waking up to the feeling of danger, is not nice. Deciding it's safer to stay in the bush and hope it will pass, I curl up trying not to make noise.
The screams get closer and I'm trembling in place. I can hear the tiny people yelling, as the dark presences get closer. Where is the big kind man? He should be here. The ringing sounds of swords clashing together echoes in my ears. A scream pierces the air and everything stops for a minute.
Still shaking in the same shrub as before, I wait for anything to happen. I can hear the nice man talking urgently to the little men.
Suddenly being picked up, forces a terrified cry from my lips. Then the tall man starts humming as I'm carried over to the pony.
Being put on the pony was awkward. My legs all spread out. I try to hold on to the horses mane, to keep from slipping off.
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The Last One In Middle Earth
FanfictionSadly I don't own the Lord of the rings or the hobbit so all I can't take all the credit for this fanfic
