Summary:
Yay its the usual cringy extra people joining fellowship thing. Very AUish. Witha fifth race. It cannot be even more cliched. Except that no one falls in love with Legolas or Aragorn. so yeah. (Some of them are very out of character, especially Aragorn I know.)
Chapter 1: First Meeting
Gwynneth groaned as she saw a fire up in the ruined watchtower, followed by the shrieksof the nazgul. She hated fighting the nazgul, who in any case were much more skilled andstronger than her. However, the nazgul had been trailing this particular group of hobbitsfor a long time, meaning they had something important. Such as the Ring. She ran up thestairs and unsheathed her rapier.
On seeing her they shrieked, moving towards her with speed that would have startledanyone who had not fought them before. She ducked and thrust her rapier at one,unsheathing a dagger and blocking one that was trying to sneak up on her. She tried to holdthem off for as much as possible, though she knew against all 9 wraiths, she was helpless.
Sure enough, she was slashed on the back.She fell against a wall, squeezing her eyes shut against the pain. No matter how many
times she had been slashed, it never failed to hurt. The pain was overwhelming and theshadows were grabbing at her, pulling her into the realm where she belonged.
"You will be safe here, Kage. You are the shadow princess. We are your only friends.Return to us, and you will be safe forever, untouchable, unbothered by the others," theywhispered, seemingly beckoning to her. Gwyn groaned as she pulled her eyelids open, just intime to see the witch king stab what seemed to empty air. She knew better. The hobbitwith black hair pulled off the ring, becoming visible once more. His face wasscrewed in pain. She could empathise. The first few times, she had struggled not to passout. She grabbed her rapier, and swinging it, rejoined the battle. Gwyn was vaguely awareof someone joining in, setting the wraiths on fire. She ran to the injured hobbit as the manfinished off the last two wraiths.
"He has been stabbed by a Morgul blade. This is beyond my ability, he needs Elvishhealing," the man said glancing at her.
"My methods are rather crude, and only work on my kind. Anyway I'm off," she saidsheathing her blades.
"Who and what are you anyway?" Aragorn asked.
"Something you don't need to know. Head off to Rivendell as fast as you can. I have someother business," she said, before running into the darkness of the forest, fading fromview. Aragorn sighed and shook his head before he and the other hobbits made their wayto Rivendell.
