UPDATE! Its been a while, so I've been going through old fanfiction to do some updates, grammar fixes, etc.
Anduin Rush: The Enemy Returns, and the Healer is Healed
The late afternoon had been calm so far. The Fellowship began to set camp on the western shore. Two more days, until the decision would be made.
"Pull the boats over, we shall rest here until the morning." Aragorn announced. A breath of relief was sighed from each member of the Fellowship, even Aragorn.
Since they lost Gandalf, Aragorn made sure he was close to Frodo. The hobbit had become quiet and unsociable ever since they left Moria. Each day, Aragorn felt the ring draw him farther and farther away. After everyone was asleep, Aragorn walked over to where Frodo was sitting, alone. Aragorn didn't make eye contact, but sat next to Frodo to assure the hobbit of his presence.
"Frodo, I know the past few weeks have been hard, but that is no reason to be so hushed. You'll feel better if you say something." After no response, Aragorn finally looked down. The hobbit stared at the ground and opened his mouth, about to say something.
Suddenly, a high shrill cry broke the silence of the night. The Fellowship awoke immediately, unsure of what to do. Aragorn stood up and shouted to them get to safety, then turned back around to see if Frodo was all right, but saw the hobbit's face darken in fear, as he gripping at his left shoulder, his breath staggering. He ran to Frodo, the hobbit turned around, and the next thing he knew, a large mace knocked him down and unconscious.
The next thing Frodo knew, he was face to face with a felbeast. Despite the throb in his old wound, he got up and ran around the monstrous creature toward the river.
He couldn't make it however, the Nazgul on its felbeast, jumped down and blocked his path. Overwhelmed, Frodo fell over, and drew his own blade. Legolas and Gimli ran to Frodo's side, as Boromir aided the wounded and unconscious Aragorn. Legolas shot an arrow at the Ringwraith; the arrow whistled and embedded itself in the felbeast's chest. The cloaked figure was unchanged as it once again aimed a knife toward Frodo's heart. Frodo was able to block it, then finally got up to run.
The Ringwraith drew its mace, disregarding the blows of Legolas and Gimli. With one whip of the chained mace, Frodo fell to the ground of the shore. As it struck him, he felt the mithril rings tear off his back. He crawled slowly toward the river.
Legolas set aflame three arrows and shot the Ringwraith down the front. As it screeched in pain, it climbed back up onto its felbeast and flew off, screeching.
"Is the lad crazy? Why did he go into the river?" said Gimli as he and the elf ran to the shore.
"The Nazgul fear are water and fire, he was trying to protect himself." Legolas replied. "But it does no good if he is unconsciously floating down the river." Boromir, along with Aragorn who had just awoken, also ran to the riverbank.
"Grab a boat!" the ranger yelled in a panic, limping with the help of Boromir. "Legolas and Gimli, stay here with the hobbits and rest." Boromir nodded, and let go of his grip, and walked back to the camp. With that, the two men dashed into one of the Lady's boats and paddled down the river.
Frodo felt himself weakly drift down the river. He was drained; he couldn't even try to swim. He felt himself sink farther down into the water. He felt the Ring pull him down, dragging him closer to the riverbed. Frodo hadn't yet reached the bottom, when he saw what was a blur of a boat's shadow coming toward him. He felt the world grow dark from dizziness and lack of air, the wound on his back stinging more painfully with each second.
Aragorn had spotted Frodo before he sunk to the very bottom. "I will dive in after him. Get the boat to shore, I will meet you there." He said to Legolas while removing a layer of unneeded clothes.
Before Legolas could stop him, he took a breath and dove into the freezing rush of water. The Anduin wasn't deep, but it was hard to see much at night. He felt around an area of the sandy bottom, until he found what he thought was a hobbit. He grabbed it, and pushed off the bottom to the surface.
On the shore, Legolas saw two figures emerge from the water. He called to Aragorn, and ran to the ranger's aid when Aragorn approached the shore. With a heave, the three flopped onto the shore.
Aragorn kneeled up to take a look at Frodo. It is a marvel he didn't put the Ring on with the Nazgul so near. He instantly noticed a pale blue tint in Frodo's face and a lack of steady breathing. But when he lifted Frodo to get the water out of his lungs, a mysterious liquid covered his hands. Even in the pale moonlight, he saw the red blood on his fingers. He cursed to himself as he thrusted his folded hands onto Frodo's abdomen after tilting the hobbit's head to the side. With a few jerked movements, air once again entered Frodo's lungs, as the river water was coughed up. Aragorn fell back, still blaming himself for Frodo's injuries. He sighed, deciding how to tend to Frodo's back.
"At least he's breathing better now," Aragorn stated. He looked at Legolas's face; Aragorn was still dizzy from swimming in the dark with his injury.
"Do not blame yourself for this, Aragorn. Even if Gandalf…" Legolas was cut off.
"Gandalf," Aragorn said loudly. "Gandalf would've known they were coming. Gandalf would've been able to get everyone to safety, Gan…" He shook his head. "There is no use thinking about it. I'm sorry Legolas, the greif and the darkness are driving me mad." Aragorn fell silent for a moment. "Let us go back to the camp, we will tend to him there."
Legolas watched in amazement as the ranger, with all his strength left, attempted to pick up Frodo. "I will carry him, Aragorn. You have yourself to worry about, too. Do not apologize for things you can not control. "
Aragorn smiled as he gently placed the unconscious hobbit in the soldier's arms. "It seems the healer is also being healed tonight. Thank you, Legolas. Hurry, we've wasted too much time. Frodo is still injured, come!"
Aragorn dragged the boat by a rope as they walked back to camp. As the night grew deeper, a small fire had been made. A hobbit awakened, weak but awake. The gentle sound of the river's current giving them a bit of peace and joy after such a rush of terror.