In A Shadow of the Past, Frodo and his companions evaded the frightful Nazgul. With aid and counsel from Gildor Inglorion, they reached the Buckleberry Ferry and escaped the deadly Black Riders, or so they thought. They arrive in Bree, hoping to meet Gandalf at the Prancing Pony….
A Knife in the Dark
He stood up, and seemed suddenly to grow taller. In his eyes gleamed a light, keen and commanding. Throwing back his cloak, he laid his hand on the hilt of a sword that had hung concealed by his side. They did not dare to move. Sam sat wide-mouthed staring at him dumbly.
‘But I am the real Strider, fortunately,’ he said, looking down at them with his face softened by a sudden smile. ‘I am Aragorn son of Arathorn; and if by life or death I can save you, I will.’
The Fellowship of the Ring, Being the First Part of the Lord of the Rings, Book 1, ch. 10, pg. 168.
Flight to the Ford
Strider sprang from hiding and dashed down towards the Road, leaping with a cry through the heather; but even before he had moved or called, the rider had reined in his horse and halted, looking up towards the thicket where they stood. When he saw Strider, he dismounted and ran to meet him calling out: Ai na vedui Dunadan! Mae govannen! His speech and clear ringing voice left no doubt in their hearts: the rider was of the Elven-folk.
The Fellowship of the Ring, Being the First Part of the Lord of the Ring, Book 1, ch. 12, pg. 204.
The Ring Goes South
Frodo overheard these words, and understood that Gandalf and Aragorn were continuing some debate that had begun long before. He listened anxiously.
‘I think no good of our course from beginning to end, as you know well, Gandalf,’ answered Aragorn. ‘And perils known and unknown will grow as we go on. But we must go on; and it is no good our delaying the passage of the mountains.’
The Fellowship of the Ring, Being the First Part of the Lord of the Rings, Book 2, ch. 3, pg. 279.
Journey in the Dark
Diving under Aragorn’s blow with the speed of a striking snake he charged into the Company and thrust with his spear straight at Frodo. The blow caught him on the right side, and Frodo was hurled against the wall and pinned. Sam, with a cry, hacked at the spear shaft, and it broke. But even as the orc flung down the truncheon and swept out his scimitar, Anduril came down upon his helm. There was a flash like flame and the helm burst asunder. The orc fell with cloven head. His followers fled howling, as Boromir and Aragorn sprang at them.
The Fellowship of the Ring, Being the First Part of the Lord of the Rings, Book 2, ch. 5, pg. 317.
The Breaking of the Fellowship
‘Well, Frodo,’ said Aragorn at last. ‘I fear that the burden is laid upon you. You are the Bearer appointed by the Council. Your own way you alone can choose. In this matter I cannot advise you. I am not Gandalf, and though I have tried to bear his part, I do not know what design or hope he had for this hour, if indeed he had any. Most likely it seems that if he were here now the choice would still wait on you. Such is your fate.’
The Fellowship of the Ring, Being the First Part of the Lord of the Rings, Book 2, ch. 10, pg. 387.