Frodo: (anxiously) Get off the road! Quick!

(They all jump over the side of a tree and take cover in a small nook under a root. Sam, Merry, and Pippin examine their mushrooms and chat quietly while Frodo stays deathly still. Horseshoe clops approach.)

Pippin: Be quiet.

(One of the nine comes into view, clutching one of the roots above Frodo's head. A spider crawls down Merry's sleeve, a centepeide slithers from between the rider's fingers, and worms wriggle by their feet. It sounds like the black rider is sniffing, but he calls out to the Ring and Frodo's eyes roll back, entranced. He pulls the Ring out from his pocket and the Nazgûl senses its presence. Frodo is about to slip it on, but Sam grabs his wrist and the trance breaks. The rider stops but whirls around when Merry throws a backpack to the opposite side of the tree to distract him. They all rush out and run down a hill)

Merry: (panting) What was that?

(Frodo looks down and his eyes widen in fear, staring at the Ring clenched in his palm. Scene changes to night and a Rider comes into view, the horse braying wildly.The hobbits hide behind a tree)

Sam: Anything?

Frodo: Nothing.

Pippin: What is going on?

Merry: That Black Rider was looking for something.. or someone. Frodo?

Pippin: Get down!

(They see a Nazgúl on top of a hill, leaving)

Frodo: I have to leave the Shire. Sam and I must get to Bree.

Merry: Right. Buckleberry Ferry. Follow me.

(They start to run for the Ferry, when a Nazgúl suddenly appears from behind some bushes. The hobbits are parted, Sam, Merry and Pippin run for the Ferry, with Frodo left behind. He manages to trick the Nazgúl and heads for the Ferry)

Pippin: Run! This way, follow me! Run!

Merry: Get the rope Sam!

(Frodo nears the ferry, but the Nazgûl follows him as he runs towards the Ferry)

Sam: Frodo!

Hobbits: Run Frodo!

Frodo: Go!

Hobbits: Hurry!

Sam: Frodo!

Hobbits: Jump Frodo! Go on faster! Jump!

(Frodo jumps onto the ferry, and the Nazgúl's horse slides just on the edge, nearly falling into the water. The hobbits sits on the ferry, seeing the Nazgúl turn around and riding off)

Frodo: How far to the nearest crossing?

Merry: Brandywine Bridge: Twenty miles.

(The Nazgúl rides towards Bree, and they see two other Nazgúl joining him)

Frodo: Come on.

Gatekeeper: What do you want?

Frodo: We're heading for the Prancing Pony.

Gatekeeper: Hobbits! Four hobbits! What business brings you to Bree?

Frodo: We wish to stay at the inn. Our business is our own.

Gatekeeper: Alright young sir, I meant no offense. It's my job to ask question after nightfall. There's talk of strange folk abroad. Can't be too careful.

(they walk up the road towards the Prancing Pony)