Starting it! I don't own LOTR okay! (Runs and cries in a broom closet)
Marie woke up as the first rays of sun hit her face. She opened an eye and stretched, before getting up and glaring at Strider. "Why didn't you wake me?" She grumbled to him, running fingers through her tangled hair.
"You looked peaceful, the whole night you had been tossing and turning, so I chose not to wake you." He explained.
Marie grumbled obscenities to herself, but froze as she realized something. She called out, "FIRST BATHROOM!" and ran into the aforementioned room, slamming the door loudly.
"Why do girls always do that?" Pippin asked as he sat up yawning.
"You will have to ask her that Pip." Merry told him as he got up.
Aragorn cornered her once she had gotten out of the bathroom. "Do you have a weapon? I shall have to find weapons for the Hobbits and I need to know if I should get one for you."
She shook her head. "No you do not have to find me a weapon, but I may need a whetstone or sharpener, as my blade has not been in use for many years." Aragorn nodded, and then tossed her a pouch.
"You may sharpen your blade with this; Keep the Hobbits within your sight. I shant be long." With that he was out of the door and descending the steps.
Marie pulled out her sword from her pack, unfolded it from the cloth she padded it with, and then removed it from its sheath. "What's that for?" Sam asked, alarmed.
Marie turned to face him, before sitting down, and starting to sharpen her sword on the stone Aragorn had given her. "You know what is on the road. Chairs and Candlesticks will do little good against them." His frown deepened.
"Ow can we trust you, we know less of you than this Strider. At least with 'im we 'ave a name." Marie rolled her eyes at Sam but kept sharpening her blade.
"My name is of really no importance, you have no need of it at all." Sam grumbled to himself before skulking off to check on Frodo.
"You don't have a name?" Pippin asked, entranced as he watched her meticulously run the stone along the length of steel, before testing it's sharpness.
"Not anymore. Though if you are going to not let this drop, Master Took, then I suppose you all may call me Marie. Now what say you lot gets tucked into the meal that awaits you in that basket." She explained, never taking her eyes off of the steel as she pointed to a wicker basket holding an assortment of cheeses, breads, fruit, and meats. The four Hobbits at the mention of food raced over and began to tuck in.
When Aragorn returned, he saw Marie had finished and held his hand out for the stone. She handed it back to him in the pouch and she also handed him a plate of food. "I took the liberty of saving some for me and you away from the Hobbits' ferocious appetites." She looked over at the empty basket and sighed. "Do you think we can eat as we trek, we need to be going as soon as possible."
He nodded, put the food in a cloth, and the six left the inn.
ON THE OPEN…. UH ( NOT ROAD)…. LATER OKAY!
They had been walking for around two hours when the Hobbits stopped. "Gentleman, why are we stopping?" Aragorn asked, a strict tone in his voice.
"What about breakfast?" Pippin asked.
"You've already had it." Aragorn answered.
"We've had one yes, what about Second Breakfast?" Aragorn refused to answer that and caught up to Marie who was chuckling quietly. She handed him two apples from her bag and he threw one, then the other, a clunk accompanying the second one.
Marie began laughing even harder. "You, you hit Pippin in the head!" She managed to say, and Aragorn chuckled a bit too.
After a whole day of walking the group had made it to Weathertop. They had taken refuge in a crack below the ruins and Aragorn pulled Marie aside. "I do not wish to trouble you, but will you aid me in patrolling the area?"
Marie sighed. "It is no trouble at all; I need to give Frodo a parting word." She walked over to the Hobbit and whispered to him. "Frodo, keep it dark."
Before joining Aragorn to patrol. The duo split up and Marie walked silently into the mist.
Marie was drawing near to Weathertop. She had been patrolling for the better part of two hours and she heard it. Frodo yelling.
'I told him to keep it dark! Why?!' she thought angrily as she lit a torch and ran back to Weathertop as fast as her legs could carry her.
Marie jumped into the chaos just as Frodo was stabbed. She had attacked the two Nazgul closest to her, blocking one's blow with her torch and the other's with her sword. She spun around, plunging the torch into one of their stomachs just as Aragorn burst in. The pair fought with a ferocity liken to a thunderstorm, Marie almost getting stabbed several times, only to have her coat take the injury of her sword block the blow. When all the Ring Wraiths had fled, Aragorn picked Frodo up and Marie ushered the Hobbits to follow him.
They ended up in the forest under the stone trolls from The Hobbit adventure involving Bilbo Baggins, Frodo's uncle who stole the ring from Gollum. Marie looked around for any sign of an Elvish Presence. Finally a bedraggled Arwen came into the clearing she spoke in a frantic voice,
"The Ring Wraiths frightened my horse away!" Marie's eyes widened. This was in neither book nor movie. She thought quickly, but the words on the parchment began ringing in her ears. She cannot act upon it however, for the repercussions would be vast and terrible. Marie let out a curse. 'I may have screwed over the entire Fellowship! We need to Get Frodo to Rivendell if only there were a way! Think Marie think!' Her thoughts once more wandered to the prophecy.
'Human and animal both. That's it! I need to be a horse! I need to save Frodo!' She thought concentrating hard. She once again had that wave of nauseous ness set in and she slumped against a tree, spasms wracking her body as she screamed in pain. She heard rips of cloth in the background of a steady ringing and her black vision slowly regained it's perception of the world to see everyone staring at her, save Frodo. She shakily tried to stand. "It...It did not work. I have failed." She whispered her throat hoarse.
Aragorn stood, lighting struck before mumbling. "What wizardry is this? A horse woman?!"
Marie frowned and looked down. She took a few steps back in surprise. She was a Centaur! She had done it! 'Oh, so that is what he meant by Human and Animal both' She thought to herself numbly.
She looked to Arwen. "I know not the way to Rivendell but you do Arwen. Get Frodo, I will be your horse. We must make haste."
Arwen nodded and quickly mounted Marie. Aragorn placed Frodo in front of Arwen nearest to Marie's back. He gave them a warning. "Ride hard... don't look back."
He slapped Marie's haunches and she bolted. It was a long far ride, all night and far into the day, without as much as a trace of any Nazgul behind them. They had just finished running through the open fields and were about to come into the Forest when Marie willed herself to race even faster then she had ever done before.
The Nazgul burst after them, trying to scare her off course. Marie did her best to dodge them but ended up running through several thorned bushes and many sharp rocks. She kept running even as she felt her energy waning. She stumbled a few times but she made it to the middle of the River. She turned around to face the Nazgul.
"Give up the Halfling She-Elf!" The one in front screeched out.
Arwen and Marie drew their swords, "If you want him come and claim him!" Arwen yelled out to them.
The Nazgul pulled out their weapons and started to wade into the river. Arwen began to chant a spell of her people which sent a stampede of water horses crashing upon the Ring Wraiths.
Frodo started to give in to the dark after that and Arwen started to pull him off of her, "Stay on me I will take you quickly to your father!"
"You are in no position to run any more! I must attend him!" Arwen protested, pulling him off and setting him on the shore.
"I can do this, trust me." She picked Frodo up, Arwen hopped onto her back, and Marie started to Gallop. The minutes seemed like an eternity as they raced through the quiet streets of Rivendell; Arwen instructing which ways to turn and where to avoid trouble. Finally she burst into Elrond's chambers.
"He has been pierced by a Morgul blade." Marie managed to wheeze out as she slowed to a halt. Elrond took Frodo and hastened away. Arwen dismounted and turned to Marie. "You need medical attention also, you have been severely wounded." She led Marie though several arches and into a room with a large floor. Marie looked behind her to see a trail of blood. "Funny, you'd think I'd have felt the strain...before..." She muttered, starting to lose control of her limbs as her blood loss grew more severe.
"Stay awake, you must not fall asleep." A blonde elf instructed as they started to tend to her.
"But, it's so warm and fuzzy, the darkness I mean." Marie tried to protest. She couldn't think, why was everything so numb? The elves working around her were a blur of motion and sound now. Was this what it felt like, dying? She kept herself awake, not allowing the icy grip of sleep to claim her just yet. After what seemed like an eternity, one of the elves said. "You can go to sleep now, give in to your weariness."
And Marie did just that.
Alright! All done! I know it was short, but the next one will be better, I promise.
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