Miriel's Tale:
A/N: Hope you like it!
Chp.1
I was racing through the forest on my horse, Azur. I only hope I reach him in time. If not all hope would be lost. I see a break in the forest and a lit fire. I had finally found them. It suddenly became quiet, the whispering I had heard moment before had ceased. The voices I hear talking were now quiet. His instincts had kicked in; he must have heard my horse. I arrive in the clearing.
"Who are you? Show yourself." The man says holding out a knife.
"It is me Strider." I reply in my native tongue as I drop my hood.
"Miriel, take Frodo, bring him to Arwen's father.Are you able to use your gift to take him?" Aragon asks in my native tongue trying not to give too much away in front of the hobbits.
"You know as well as I, Aragon, that I can not unless they are of elven nature. I will take him to Elrond. You make haste to follow us. The council of Elrond is set to meet in three days time." I say while putting my hood back upon my head.
"Go, Azur, Go" I say to my horse.
I clutch onto Frodo as we ride off into the night. The journey would take a day and a half; I only hope he lasts that long. I try to make haste; I knew the Black Riders would soon follow. The ring calls them and its pull is too great. I can feel its temptation but it isn't as strong to me as it would be for the race of man. As long as I get past the river of my people, we should be fine. The Forsaken People cannot cross the river of my people.
Seeing Aragon again reminds me of him. I haven't seen him in ten years time. I wonder how he has been. I only hope his father comes to Elrond's council instead of sending him in his place.
"Aragon is leaving. And I plan on leaving with him" he said to me.
"We are to be married. What will become of our future together?" I plead to him.
"I will come back soon. I promise to come back to you." He says taking my hands into his. He kisses where they meet gently.
"Do not bother. I do not want you to come back." I say trying to hold back the tears in my eyes. I take the ring off my finger and throw it at him. How could he do this to me? To us? Does he think just because time does not mean anything to us, he can just run off and do whatever he pleases? We made a promise to each other, I guess I held it to truth more than he had.
"I love you. Farewell Miriel." He says then kisses my forehead. He takes one more longing lock at me then turns around. The look in his eyes was discouragement. He knew that the argument would be lost if he tried to reason with me. He walks out of the door and out of my life. I fall to the floor and begin to cry. He left me and I was heartbroken. But I am doing better now. I can hear his name and no long burst out into tears. Soon enough I may even move on with my life.
The Black Riders have finally caught up with us. We are ahead of them but not by much. Only a few more leagues until we reach the river of my people. Then, we will be safe. I set the grass on fire temporarily to scare of their horses. My father will probably yell at me later for using my gift so freely. But it gave us a further lead on them.
I am the daughter of Belegorn and Menelui. My father Belegorn has the gift to help nature. My brother, sister and I also inherited that gift. Though, mine is the strongest. We use it to help offset what the orc's do to the earth around them. My mother, Menelui, is the sister to Elrond. She also has the gift of foresight. She passed it onto my brother, sister and I also inherited that gift. Mine is the weakest of them though. My brother's is the strongest. He is the one who got the vision of Frodo and sent me off to save him. But my mother unfortunately was killed in a fire by the hand of a dark wizard years ago.
Azur hastens as she sees the river coming up. Frodo is now gasping for air. I need to hurry. The Black Riders have reached the water's edge.
"Forsaken people shall not come in the river of my people!" I say.
I have crossed the river just as the water level starts to rise. The Black Riders start to turn back. Frodo is barely staying conscious now. I lift him off the horse and lay him gently on the rocks of the river bank.
"Frodo, follow my voice. I am Miriel. Stay with me, Frodo." I say in man's tongue. I did not know if he was fluent in my native tongue.
"Stay with me, Frodo" I say.
A hooded figure comes towards me. As the hood drops, I see my cousin Arwen.
"What happened?" Arwen asks.
"He has been stabbed by an Eglath. He needs a healer and fast. The poison is killing him. Go get your father and my brother. Hurry, Arwen." I plead to her.
I open the pouch that was strung across my body. I need vervain; it should offset some of the effects of the poison. I pick up the root and set it in my mouth. Then, I set it in Frodo's wound. He whimpers. I see my brother, Arvaldon, and my uncle, Elrond, running towards me.
"What has happened to the young hobbit?" Elrond asks.
"Eglath" I say knowing he would understand.
"Take him to a healer, Arvaldon" my uncle says.
My brother picks up Frodo and starts to carry him into Rivendell.
"Your father was looking for you earlier." Elrond says before heading after my brother.
Arwen and I follow him. I make my way towards my father's chambers in the south tower. I knock on the door.
"Come in" my father says.
I enter and bow to my father. Then I go up and kiss both of his cheeks.
"Father" I say.
"I have some news to tell you." He says.