Chapter 1: Many cold nights

Sam

Many countless nights we have been out here; me and Frodo that is to say. Though Gollum is here I like he is not, I know very well his plan to kill us. Frodo doesn't believe me though. I just wish it would be over soon. The nights are getting colder and the days shorter. The weather is no the worst part, no not by a long shot. At night while he's sleeping I can here him cry the name over and over 'Gandalf!' is what he says. 'Gandalf it's all my fault' is what he yells out. I'm getting worried. It was getting worse every night, but tonight it was different as I slept, I could feel something was wrong, only to realize that it was…quiet. All I could here were the sounds of the night life and a faint rumbling noise in the distance that could only be an animal running. I turned towards the sleeping Frodo only to see he wasn't doing anything. He was laying there lifelessly, but no he couldn't be. "Mr. Frodo?" I said shaking him, "Mr. Frodo? Wake up!" I turned completely and started to shake him with more effort and roughness. "FRODO!" I screamed. Then out of nowhere the rumbling stopped and someone was walking towards us, it was a horse I hear, the rumbling was a horse. Most likely a ring wrath, and there was nothing I could do about it, nothing…

Authors note: Don't worry the chapters aren't going to be this short! They will be much longer. But before I continue on, I need to know what you think, I will not contue to write unless at least a few people like it.