1. Chapter 1
They laid down their packs and sat down behind some rocks. But, suddenly, Frodo stood up, looking alarmed.
"We're not alone, Sam. Hide!" he replyed, going under a rock. Sam followed him.
Suddenly, a person walked out from behind a rock about two feet from them. The stranger didn't see them, so they were safe. Until....
"It's a girl," Sam whispered to Frodo. Unfortunetly, the girl heard him. She looked under their hiding place, holding a sword. She yelled at them in Elvish, then back in English.
"Get out from under there! Show yourselves, or I'll run you through!" she snarled, pointing the blade at them. They quickly got out from under the rock. She still pointed the sword at each of them. They stared at her in fear, for their swords were about a foot out of reach. The girl was tanned, and had dark brown hair that reached just past her shoulders and brown eyes. She had a bow and arrows on her back. She also had a knife tucked into her boot. She was wearing clothes not much different from Legolas'. Her eyes shined with suspicion and stubbornness.
"Who are you? What is your purpose for being here?" she asked.
"I was about to ask you the same thing," Sam said.
"Well, I asked you first," she replyed, clearly annoyed and impatient. They hesitated for a minute.
"I'm Frodo Baggins, a Hobbit from the Shire," Frodo said cautiously. "And this is Samwise Gamgee."
"Carey Han," she said, bowing her head a little. "A Herk from Achlen. You can call me Car, if you want."
"Herk? Never heard of 'em," Sam said.
"Yes, well," Carey said impatiently. "We Herks are just a small group of Half-lings. We keep to ourselves mostly. Well, except for times like these..." She trailed off.
"What do you mean?" Frodo said, knowing the answer.
"A war is coming," Carey said softly. "A war far worse then any Man, Elf, or Half-ling has ever seen for thousands of years. A war over an ancient evil that has been unleashed. But, of course, I'm sure you Hobbits would have no idea what's going on," she said rolling her eyes. "So I suggest you go back to the Shire and warn everyone. This war is going to spred faster then water spilt on marble." She turned on her heel and started to walk away.
"Wait!" Frodo called. Car turned around and raised her eyebrow.
"We already know about the war. We're trying to stop it," he said. A surprised look crossed her face.
"Will you excuse us?" Sam asked, pulling him aside.
"Mr. Frodo! We can't trust her!" Sam whispered to Frodo. "What if she's one of Saruman's spies?" Frodo studied her for a moment. She was sitting on a rock, casually sharpening her sword, glancing every now and then to see if he was ready to talk.
"I have a feeling she's not," Frodo whispered back. He stood up and walked over to her. Car looked up.
"You talking finished with Mr. Suspicion over there?" she said smirking.
"He has a right to be suspicious. We're being followed." Car raised her eyebrow again.
"By who, may I ask?" Car asked. Frodo hesitated.
"Do you know a wizard known by the name of Saruman?" Frodo asked. "The White Wizard...?" He stopped when he saw a flash of hate cloud Car's eyes.
"Do I know Saruman, you ask?" she said slowly and angerly, her lip curling. "Oh, yes. Actually I do. Why?" she asked.
"He's...well, his followers are...well...following us," Frodo replyed.
"Following you?!" she exclaimed. "Why?!"
"It's not your problem," Frodo said standing up. "You wanted to know who we were and what we were doing here, so I told you."
"But...." she protested. Frodo raised his hand to stop her.
"Like I said, it's not your problem," Frodo repeated, backing up. "Good-bye, it's been nice meeting yo..." But Frodo was cut off when he tripped over a rock jutting out on the ground. Car bent down to help him up, giggling.
"That was smooth," she said, laughing. Suddenly she stopped when she saw the Ring dangling from his neck. She stared at it in fear.
"You!" she shrieked. "You have the One Ring!" Frodo hastly tucked it back into his shirt. She drew her sword, pointing it at his chest. Frodo's eyes widened with fear when he saw the determination in Car's eyes.
Frodo watched in amazment as Sam banged his sword against Car's.
"If you kill him," Sam said. "You'll have to kill me first."
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