Hey all so I am redoing my story from the beginning.

I am going to change a few things, first off her name has changed from Isabella to Laurë (which means golden).

The first chapter hasn't changed much a few small details that my wonderful beta reader has pointed out. please read and review so i know what you think.

So on with the story...

Le annon gur nin (I give you my heart)

Disclaimer; I do not own Lord of the Rings

I also promise to give them back in almost one piece after I'm done playing with them. I only own Laurë (translates to golden)

[Setting the forest

Strider/Aragorn and the hobbits are heading to Rivendell

Chapter 1 Meetings and Departures.

Strider walked quickly across the moor. Behind, the hobbits followed, whispering amongst themselves. probably as to whether they could trust him, he thought. Strider was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice that the hobbits had stopped and were undoing their knapsacks. Strider turned when he realized that they had stopped and called out, "Gentlemen, we do not stop until nightfall."
Either Merry or Pippin - Strider was still unsure as to who was who – asked, "What about Breakfast?"

Strider nearly rolled his eyes. Considering the amount of food the hobbits consumed, they were sure to be out of food well before they reached Rivendell.

"You've already had it!" he said, trying to keep his voice neutral.

"We've already had one, yes... But what about Second Breakfast?" Pippin asked back earnestly. Strider sighed knowing He would not win this conversation turned and continued to walk ahead of the group. The hobbits picked up their packs and followed grumbling.

All of a sudden out of no-where an apple came flying at Merry, who caught it with ease. Another came flying at Pippin and smacked into his head. Pippin looked slightly shocked but picked up the apple and took a bite.

"Mmmmmmmm these are good!" he said to the others, his mouth full of apple. The hobbits all looked at him and Merry said to him exasperated "Pippin!"

As they trudged on, clouds started to form and grow darker and darker until eventually they let their rain soak the weary travellers, who kept moving getting wetter and wetter until Sam called out to Strider, who was still leading the group, " Can we find shelter for the night so we can eat and rest?"

"Oh yes can we?" echoed Merry and Pippin.

"Well, I suppose we should get out of the rain; there is a place we can rest safely just a little further on."

The Hobbits, who had felt as if they could not walk another step, felt new energy at the thought of a warm fire, food and rest. The climb up Weathertop was not too bad. About halfway up there was a small hollow where they stopped. Everyone but Strider collapsed. He dropped four small swords at their feet

He said, "These are for you, Stay here." They nodded and Strider walked off. About five minutes later, Frodo, who was nodding off, opened his eyes suddenly and sniffed the air. Whirling around he saw Merry, Pippin and Sam bent over the fire cooking sausages and bacon in one of Sam's saucepans. "What are you doing?" he asked as he quickly got up and moved towards them. "We're cooking tomatoes, bacon and sausages, we saved you some. Hey what are you doing?" "Putting it out, you fools." Frodo hastily kicked dirt over the fire. "Oh, that's nice dirt on my tomato," said Pippin, but Frodo took no notice. He was studying the forest below them. He watched for a few minutes. When he saw nothing, he turned to give the others a stern talking to. Suddenly came out of nowhere a loud shriek. Frodo turned back to scan the forest below, what he saw made his blood run cold. Four Ringwraiths coming towards Weathertop and moving very fast. "Go!" he cried to the others. They all clambered up the summit of Weathertop clutching their swords. They ran into a ring of broken stones, the ruins of a tower that had once stood proud and strong. Standing back to back in the centre of the ring waiting for the ringwraiths to. One by one the ringwraith appeared, five of them, brandishing gleaming swords. "Back, you devils!" cried Sam and rushes forwards to attack. The leader, the Witch King, blocked the attack with his sword, shattering Sam's, and then lashing out with his fist sending Sam flying. Merry and Pippin threw themselves flat on the ground, terrified, while the ringwraiths closed in on Frodo, who closed his eyes momentarily at the venomous whispers in his head from the ring taking a few steps back; he opened his eyes again to see the Witch King coming at him. In a second, he had his hand in his pocket and the ring on his finger and he was gone...

"Noooooo "cried Sam as the Witch King plunged his dagger into thin air and Frodo appeared, the dagger in his shoulder, his face as pale as a sheet. Suddenly, Strider appeared rushing at the wraith wielding his sword in one hand and a flaming torch in the other. Sam watched as Strider slashed at one of the wraith, then set him alight with the torch. Frodo reached up to his shoulder and pulled the dagger out and threw it on the ground. He then sank to the ground groaning. Another Ring Wraith on fire flees the summit, while the other wraiths also flee. Sam rushed over to Frodo as did Strider when he was sure that the Wraith were gone. Picking up the dagger from where it lay on the ground, he studied it.

"Help him, Strider." Pleads Sam

"He has been stabbed by a morgul blade."

The blade dissolved into dust and Strider threw the hilt down disgusted.

"Can't you do anything?' asked Sam.

Strider turned to him asking, "Do you know the Athelas plant?"

"Athelas?" Sam looked puzzled.

"Kingsfoil."

Sam's face lit up as he recognized the plant name. "Aye, it's a weed."

"It may help to slow the poison until we reach Rivendell," replied Strider.

"Rivendell, but that is still six days away!"

Frodo moaned.

"We need to do all we can to stop him from crossing into the shadow world. Hurry now, help me find some."

Strider and Sam grabbed a torch each and started looking along the forest floor for the plant. After a frantic search, Strider finally found it. Dropping to his knees, he gently pulled it up then froze as a sword blade touched his neck.

"What is this, a Ranger caught off his guard!" a voice said. Strider looked up to find Laurë standing over him with a smile on her face. Frodo was breathing hard, his forehead covered in sweat. He turned his head to the left as a figure dressed in white approached him. She knelt down next to him and talked to him in Sindarin, then in the common tongue.

"I'm Laurë telin let thaed. I am Laurë; I have come here to help you. Lasto Beth nin, tolo Dan na ngalad. Hear my voice, come back to the light."

Frodo closed his eyes, looking deathly pale. Pippin turned to Sam and asked, "Who is she?"

Laurë turned to Strider and said, "He is fading fast, he will not last much longer. We must get him to Lord Elrond as quickly as possible."

Strider gently lifted Frodo onto Laurë's horse Alphroch. Laurë turned to Strider and said, "I have been looking for you for two days."

Strider, ignoring her last sentence, says " Dartho guin Berian...rych le ad tolthathon. Stay with the hobbits...I'll send horses for you."

He went to mount Alphroch behind Frodo, but Laurë put her hand on his shoulder. "Hon mabathon. Rochoh ellint im. I'll take him. I'm the faster rider." He looked at her about to argue, but she shushed him, saying, "There is no time."

She mounted Alphroch, putting one hand around Frodo's waist. She looked down at Strider, smiled at him and urges Alphroch into a gallop, leaving Strider in a cloud of dust. Sam rushed up to him.

"What are they doing? The wraiths are still out there. Who is she?"

Aragorn turned to the group and said, "She is my sister!"

Hope you all liked it please R+R..

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