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Chapter 2!
In every chapter I'm going to reveal a very small part of her past. So you have a better idea of who she is and how she became who she is in the story.

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Her face was pale, she had not found anything to eat for at least two days. She had no idea where she was, or where she was going. It had been going on continuously like this for at least 2 weeks.

Tired, dirty and hungry, she collapsed onto the ground. She closed her eyes slowly, and blackness engulfed her.

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"Put mine on a little longer, I like my bacon crispy!"

"Don't burn it!"

Aleia felt her eyes flutter open slowly as the the smell of food cooking arose her senses. The smell made her stomach feel extremely empty, she could do with some bacon right about now.

"Wait...food? ... that means..."

She looked around quickly remembering the situation she was in, memories from the night before flooded her mind. Huddled over a small fire, Merry, Pippin and Sam were frying bacon and sasuages in a small pan.

"Have you lost your mind?!" She yelled suddenly, "Put it out!"

She felt a sudden rush of energy as she jumped up and began to step ferociously on the fire. Had it been the day the fire would have been invisible, but in the pitch black night the fire could probably be seen from miles away.

"Oh, that's nice, ash on my tomato," Pippin stated bluntly.

A sudden shriek of rage echoed through the forest.

"Do you have any idea what you've just done?" She yelled in anger and annoyance.

The three hobbits looked slightly sick as they realized their mistake.

"Where's Strider?" Frodo called out from behind them. The screech had awoken him and he had realized what had happened as soon as he saw the cool embers floating gently to the ground around the three hobbits.

"We cannot worry about that for now, they are coming," She responded, unseathing her sword, motioning for them to do the same, it was not exactly a fair fight, but they would have to have to do their best to hold them off.

"But we do not know how to fight!" Pippin squeaked nervously.

"We have no choice, quickly go!" She yelled as she pointed to the entrance at the base of the ancient hill. Another screech met their ears, "They are getting closer."

They made their way to the top quickly, and stood back to back in the centre of the ancient ruins. Suddenly it was quiet, the only sound to be heard was the loud breathing of the small hobbits.

Then suddenly, five black figures appeared from beyond the mist, surrounding them. They raised they're gleaming swords and one of them gave a terrifying shriek; the leader, the Witch King.

"Frodo Bagginss..." The Witch King called out as it pointed his finger towards the small hobbit.

Aleia instantly moved in front of Frodo, protecting him from the evil creature.

"You may not touch him!" She yelled raising her sword, she knew she must protect the ring at any cost.

It shrieked in anger and prepared to strike her, but she raised her blade just in time.

"I will not be able to hold them off for very long" She thought, a bead of sweat rolling down her worried face, she hoped desperately that Strider would return soon.

"You must be brave little ones," She said quietly, although loud enough for them to hear.

She looked down quickly to the small hobbits, they looked frightened, but nodded. They gave a small battle cry and lunged at the other Nazgul.

The witch king gave out a shriek once more and shot his sword forward, sending both Aleia and Frodo stumbling to the other side of the ruins.

Aleia looked down at Frodo, "Keep your sword close, and do not, under any circumstance put that ring on," She whispered hastily, he nodded quickly.

She moved forward once more and raised her sword to the Nazgul.

"Fight me," She whispered darkly to the creature.

She rushed forward with a small cry, and swung her sword at one of the Nazgul. He blocked it easily, but she wasn't done yet, she broke free from the creature and in one swift movement pierced the creature in its chest. It let out a shriek and stumbled backwards, falling off of the ruins.

Aleia turned around, only to meet another long gleaming blade. She moved out of the path of the sword quickly. She heard the sharp clank of the creature's blade hitting the stone grounds. She whirled around and blocked the blade as it was swung towards her once more.

"Foolish little girl," The dark creature seethed.

She gave the Nazgul a dark look, "I am no mere girl!"

She prepared to attack the Nazgul again, but was startled when she heard the sound of a shattering sword.

Unconsciously she twisted her head over to the rest of the ancient hill top. There sitting on the ground, were Merry, Pippin and Sam, surrounded by what remained of their weapons. But what she did not see frightened her even more.

"Frodo?"

She then noticed Frodo, sitting on the ground, three Nazgul stood above him, the Witch King in the front, his long cloaked arm reached out towards him. They could hear the ring calling out to them. Frodo looked up at the Ringwraiths, his eyes were cold. His hand slowly began moving in his pocket, then his withdrew it, laying the golden ring in the palm of his hand.

"Frodo n...!" Aliea cried out.

But before she could finish her sentence, she felt something cold wrap around her neck. She gasped for air desperately, trying to break free from the creatures grasp.

A sickening sound met her ears. The sound of a blade piercing flesh, a cry of pain filled the air.

Aleia knew she needed to reach Frodo, but the Nazgul was strong and showed no sign of letting go until every inch of life was drawn from of her body. She could feel unconsiouness creeping up on her but suddenly the Nazgul gave a shriek of anger, releasing her neck and stumbled backwards off of the hill top.

"Strider…" She gasped in relief, her breathing picking up, as she saw him fighting off the remaining Nazgul.

She looked over towards the frightened hobbits, sitting worryingly around Frodo. A look of terror met her eyes, and she rushed over to the injured hobbit.

"What's wrong with him?" Pippin cried out in a panicked voice.

Aleia noticed the long grim dagger of the Ringwraith lying on the ground beside Frodo. She picked it up slowly, investigating the strange long blade.

"He's been stabbed by a Morgul blade…." She said quietly, her throat throbbing in pain, as the blade slowly turned to ash in her hand.

Frodo's breathing became laboured and he let of a small cry of pain. Beads of sweat were rolling down his face and he was sickly pale.

"Do something!" Sam yelled in frustration.

Strider made his way over to Frodo and inspected the wound closely.

"This is beyond any of our skills to heal, he needs elvish medicine," Strider said urgently.

"We must get him to Rivendell quickly," Aleia stated, her back still turned from the group.

Strider lifted Frodo up onto his shoulder. "Grab torches for protection!" He yelled back to the rest of the group as he ran up ahead.

"I...I thought you killed them!" Sam stuttered nervously.

"You cannot kill them, they are not among the living or dead," Aleia explained as they walked through the dark forest, "They will be back."

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"We must hurry," Aleia called back to the hobbits as they began to fall behind.

"We're six days from Rivendell!" Sam cried out, "He'll never make it!"

The group moved faster through the dark forest. Suddenly Strider stopped and laid Frodo gently on the ground. "We will rest for 5 minutes."

Pippin looked watchfully over Frodo. "Is he going to die?"

"No," Strider responded, "He is passing into the shadow world, he with soon become a wraith like them."

A distant cry of a Ringwraith echoed through the forest.

"They're close," Merry said nervously.

Everyone's heads turned suddenly as they heard a louder cry of pain escape the small hobbits mouth.

"Sam, do you know the Athelas plant?" Strider asked quickly.

"Athelas?" He mumbled in confusion.

"Kingsfoil?" Strider tried again.

"Kingsfoil? Aye it's a weed." Sam responded knowingly.

Strider began to lead Sam off a small path, "It might help slow the poison, hurry!"

Aleia watched until they were out of sight, covered by the long shadows of the dark forest.

"My lady?" She heard a voice squeak.

She raised her head to find Pippin and Merry looking warily at her, "Are you alright?" Merry asked nervously.

She nodded slowly, "I am fine," She assured him, ignoring the sharp pain in her neck, it was sure to leave a nasty bruise, "The only one we must to worry about for the time being is Frodo."

Frodo gave out a small cry of pain through his fast paced breathing.

Aleia got on her knees beside him, a feeling of guilt overwhelmed her as she looked at the severely injured hobbit. She should have protected him, she had sworn to do so.

A sudden sound of footsteps shook her from her thoughts. She turned around quickly only to be surprised by the sudden appearance of another woman, who clearly was no mortal. She had long dark hair and beautiful blue eyes that shimmered even in the dark night, and of course, two perfectly pointed ears.

Strider and Sam followed swiftly behind her. The woman knelt down beside Frodo and examined the wound on his chest.

"He's fading....he will not last," She said worryingly, looking up to Strider, "We must get him to my father."

Aleia looked curiously at the elven woman, as she and Stider carefully lifted Frodo up, placing him gentley on the horse that she must have ridden in on.

"I have been looking for you for two days," She stated in a hushed voice.

The three hobbits stood watching on, "Where are you taking him?" Pippin asked, clearly confused.

"There are five wraiths behind you, where the other four are, I do not know," She said quietly to Strider as she grabbed the reins of the horse.

Strider looked worryingly at the elf maiden and mumbled something quietly in elvish to her.

"Hon mabathon. Rochoh ellint im," Aleia heard her say in immediate response.

(I will take him. I'm the faster rider.)

Striders hand wound gently around the mysterious elves and looked into her eyes, a look of worry became apparent on his face.

"Strider! Where is she taking him?!" Sam said in a panicked voice.

Strider turned to face the Aleia and the hobbits, "She is Arwen Evenstar of Rivendell, do not worry, she is no enemy of ours."

Sam still looked worried, but nodded slowly as Arwen mounted her horse. "Ride fast," Strider stated in complete seriousness, "Do not look back."

She looked over to Strider one last time before whispering something quietly and talking off into the dark forest.

"What are you doing?!" Sam yelled to her, "Those wraiths are still out there!"

"Be calm Sam," Strider persuaded, "She is a skilled warrior, she will protect him."

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