After thinking "why hasn't anyone done..." I decided to roll up my sleeves and do it myself.
"Frodo Baggins and the Prisoner of Angmar" by J.K. Rowling (with help from Lindril Arvilya)
Frodo opened his eyes. There were lanterns above him, and the floor was shaking. Sam and Merry were kneeling next to him, and above them he could see Pippin and Gandalf watching. Frodo felt very sick; when he put his hand up to push his glasses back on, he felt cold sweat on his face.
Sam and Merry heaved him back onto his seat.
'Are you OK?' Sam asked nervously.
'Yeah,' said Frodo, looking quickly towards the door. The hooded creature had vanished. 'What happened? Where's that - that thing? Who screamed?'
'No one screamed,' said Sam, more nervously still.
Frodo looked around the bright compartment. Fatty and Pippin looked back at him, both very pale.
'But I heard screaming-'
A loud snap made them all jump. Gandalf was breaking an enormous slab of lembas into pieces.
'Here,' he said to Frodo, handing him a particularily large piece. 'Eat it. It'll help.'
Frodo took the lembas but didn't eat it.
'What was that thing?' he asked Gandalf.
'A Nazgūl,' said Gandalf, who was now giving lembas to everyone else. 'One of the Nazgūl of Angmar.'
Everyone stared at him. Gandalf crumpled up the empty lembas wrapper and put it in his pocket.
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Ok, I admit it, I do like Harry Potter. Not as much as LotR, though. Otherwise I'd be doing "Lord of the Muggles" or something.
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