A winged thing – not of feather or quill, but naked and leathery. Armed with tooth and claw, its screeching cry, piercing and unnatural, invokes a primal fear in all who hear its call. A foul steed, it serves its rider to scour the skies and plague the lands.
Frodo knows his task; his mind is set. He is a Ringbearer; guardian of the One, and if he cannot find a way, no one will. The road to Mordor lies before him, and alone he will go on, for himself, for the Ring, and for all people.