By Your Side [ Frodo Baggins x Reader ] DISCONTINUED

Chapter 13: Attack of the Nazgúl

Y/N's POV

Another day or two had gone by, and we now stood, at night, with Strider below Amon Súl. "This was the great watchtower of Amon Sûl. We shall rest here tonight." Strider announced, setting his bag on the ground in a cave-like area.

We all sat down and Strider tossed all of the boys swords. "These are for you. Keep them close. I'm going to have a look around. Stay here."

With that, Strider walked away.

Timeskip....

I was asleep, but was awoken by Frodo shouting. "Put it out you fools! Put it out!"

My eyes shot open to see Frodo stomping out a fire that Merry, Pippin, and Sam had been cooking tomatoes on.

"Oh that's nice! Ash on my tomatoes!" Pippin complained as the fire disappeared, leaving only ashes. Suddenly, a horrible screech filled the air and and I knew immediately that it was a Nazgûl. A dark feeing took over me and I shivered.

Frodo grabbed my hand as we all ran to the top of Amon Súl. We all waited at the top, me hiding behind Frodo and Pippin because I didn't have a weapon, when five Nazgûl appeared and surrounded us.

"Back you devils!" Sam shouted.

One of the Nazgûl hit Sam's sword and threw him aside. Samwise collided with a rock and landed in a heap on the ground.

As the Nazgûl drew closer, the dark feeling consumed me and I felt myself fall to the ground. "Y/N!" Pippin yelled as he and Merry stood in front of Frodo, realizing that the Nazgûl were after the Ring.

Two of the wraiths grabbed Merry and Pippin and threw them aside. I crawled away as Frodo backed up. He dropped his sword and fell backwards to the ground.

Frodo pulled the Ring out of his pocket and tried to crawl backwards, but the wall stopped him. One of the Nazgûl pulled out a sword.

The wraith almost stabbed him, but Frodo put on the Ring and disappeared. "Frodo!" I exclaimed weakly. One of the Nazgûl reached for Frodo's hand, but he pulled it back.

"NOOOO!" I yelled as the wraith stabbed Frodo in the shoulder with its dagger. Frodo screamed as the wraith pulled the dagger out and reached for the Ring again.

A small bit of relief came over me as Strider appeared and started to fight the Nazgûl.

I crawled over to Frodo and Sam ran to him. "Aaaahhhh!" Frodo cried in pain. "Frodo!" Sam shouted. "Oh Sam!" Frodo groaned.

Strider finished fighting off the Nazgûl and they screeched and fled. He walked over and dropped to his knees beside Frodo. "Strider! Help him Strider. Please!" I begged, tears streaming down my face.

"He's been stabbed by a Morgul blade. This is beyond my skill to heal. He needs elvish medicine." Strider said, lifting Frodo up and onto Bill.

Then, he came over and picked me up, driving to carry me. "Hurry!" Strider called as he carried me and led Bill away from Weathertop.

"We are six days from Rivendell. He'll never make it!" Sam pointed out in a shout.

"Gandalf...." Frodo mumbled.

"Hold on, Frodo." Strider said quietly.

"GANDALF!!"

Timeskip.....

As we walked in the daytime, Strider carrying me because I kept slipping in and out of consciousness, I stared up at Strider's face. His expression was calm, but I could tell that he was hiding his worry and fear. For Frodo, and probably me as well.

"Strider?" I asked. His eyes looked down at me, telling me to continue.

"Are we going to be okay? I don't know what's happening to me, or Frodo. I'm scared. Is Frodo going to die?" There was worry all over my face and in my voice as I spoke.

"Do not worry, Y/N. It will be alright. I hope." he whispered the last two words to himself, so I could barely hear.

Those two words only made my worries worse.

(A/N: Kind of a short chapter, but that's fine I guess. I have started school, so that is why I haven't updated as much, plus I have other stories to worry about. But I will try my best to update as often as possible. Happy reading!)