A/N: Adela's(or Wynter if you guys prefer that. In all honesty Adela is growing on me) thoughts are now italicized so it should be easier to differentiate when someone is speaking and she is thinking.

"Frodo! Mr. Frodo," Sam made it over to Frodo before I did. He placed a hand on Frodo's arm when I made it over. Frodo's face was sickly pale, making his blue eyes stand out so much more. Carefully, I put a hand over his and jerked back.

'Holy crap. He's burning up.'

Strider picked up the blade that stabbed Frodo and inspected it. Sam cried for him to help his best friend. I felt a wave of homesickness, thinking about Edmund and Haru. It was quickly forgotten about because that's when I heard Strider he wasn't able to help Frodo.

"He needs Elvish medicine."

Strider picked up Frodo and started walking towards a dense forest. Sam ran to catch up with Strider. Merry and Pippin, now holding, torches and followed along. Strider yelled, "Hurry!"

I quickly went to grab the other half of my stick and ran to the glow of the torches. From the back of the group, I saw Sam trembling. Strider's fast walk sped up and Frodo groaned. Sam looked up at his friend and from the light of the fire I saw his eyes were watering. My homesickness came back in a giant tsunami.

"We're six days away from Rivendell! He'll never make it," Sam cried, the worry and pain evident in his voice. Frodo was going delirious and calling for Gandalf. After only traveling for less than half an hour, by my guess, we stopped. We stopped in a clearing where three large statues were at. Strider laid Frodo down on the over grown greenery.

Sam sat by Frodo and lightly touched his forehead. "He's going cold," his voice cracked when he said cold. I sat next to him hesitantly. Lightly, I put my arm around his shoulder and pulled him into a hug. It was one of those awkward hugs though, where you aren't really sure how to comfort someone.

"Is he going to die," Pippin asked, his voice laced with worry.

"He's passing into the Shadow World. He'll soon become a Wraith like them."

Frodo gasped, his eyes opening up wide. Strider looked into the forest, thinking, "Sam do you know the Athelas plant?"

Sam stared at him confused, "Athelas?"

"Kingsfoil."

"Kingsfoil. Aye, it's a weed."

"It may slow down the poison. Hurry."

Sam ran into the forest. Strider turned towards us, "We'll be back as soon as we find the plant. Keep safe."

And then he followed Sam

About fifteen minutes later, after counting out each agonizing second, Strider came back. With a white flower and stems in his hand. And someone was with him. A very pretty someone. She started speaking in a weird gibberish type language, her black hair glowing in the moonlight. All I understood was her calling Frodo's name.

"Who is she," Pippin whispered to Sam.

Sam's eyes dazed and I swear, if this was an anime, his eyes would've turned into hearts. Big pink hearts and there would be flowers falling in the background. "Thank goodness reality isn't like that," I thought.

"She's an Elf," he whispered back, eyes locked on the tall woma- I mean elf.

"Elf-girl? Elf-woman," I mentally groaned, "Why does it even matter. It's not like I'll be talking to anyone anytime soon. As long as she still bakes cookies in a tree, I won't even care that she's tall… and insanely pretty... and skinny. With curves. They better have some cookies."

"He's fading," her voice resonating through the night, "He's not going to last. We must get him to my father."

Strider lifted up Frodo and set him on a horse that the elf brought with her. After he made sure Frodo was secure, he talked quietly with the elf. She took hold of the reins which Strider immediately put his hands over. They began speaking again, in the gibberish language. Merry's faced lined with worry and he finally asked, "What are they saying?"

The raven-haired beauty stared deeply into the ranger's eyes, "I do not fear them."

She mounted the horse behind Frodo. Strider turned his head up to look at her, "Arwen, ride hard. Do not look back."

The horse ran and Strider yelled out. "Oh my guacamole," I thought exasperated, "What the hell is with them talking in a language that no one here understands? I mean, come on, is it that hard to speak in English?!"

Samwise, mortified at the fact that Strider just let his best friend ride out with an unknown elf, asked, "What are you doing? Those Wraiths are still out there!"

The ranger looked back to us, "Pack up. We travel until we reach Rivendell."

And he did he mean 'until we reach Rivendell'. We barely stopped for the next three days. Pippin was dragging his feet, looking depressed with dark bags under his eyes. Actually, I'm pretty sure we all had bags under our eyes. Even Strider did, even though they didn't appear until after the second day with no sleep. Merry was becoming irritable at the slightest thing and poor Sam barely had the strength to keep walking. His eyes were unfocused staring at nothing as his mouth stayed in a straight line. Worry weighing him down like carrying a backpack full of bricks.

By mid-day we heard the faintest sounds of a waterfall. Then by nightfall, we reached a beautiful city. With waterfalls. Lots of them.

"Welcome to Rivendell," Strider called out with true enthusiasm. Something that we hadn't had in three days. A tall, beautiful man (which is a very odd word used to describe a male, but it is the only word that fits.) dressed richly in what appeared to be a long shirt with pants. They were a deep purple color with gold embroidery. He faced Strider, bowing his head, "Gisuilon. Êl síla erin lû e-govaned vîn."

In reply, the ranger bowed, "Mae g'ovannen."

The man faced us, "I am Lord Elrond. Welcome to Rivendell. I offer you refuge here until your friend heals."

"Th-Thank you sir," Sam said.

Other people came over to face us, seeming to appear out of the shadows. They lead us through moon-lit hallways. One by one we were shown to different rooms. By the time we reached the room I would be staying in, I was so out of it I crashed onto the bed and passed out.

My body slowly drifted back into conciseness. I heard cloth rustling in a soft breeze. Slowly, I forced my eyes open. A soft light was filtering through slightly transparent, white curtains. I turned over in the soft bed and saw that there was a screen.

I pulled my body out of bed and walked lightly to look behind the screen. There was an old fashioned tub. There was already water in it, but when I dipped my hand in it, the water was cold.

"Hmmm," I thought, "Guess that this was from last night."

I looked at my clothes. Quickly I took them off and dipped them in the water. The water immediately turned brown from where my clothes touched it.

"Oh my gods," I thought, "This is so gross."

I was scrubbing away at my clothes and then a knock came at the door. Panicking, I ran to get a sheet to cover myself up. The elf who took Frodo, Arwen I think her name was, came into the room. She looked at my cloth covered form and then to the tub, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"You didn't have to do that," she said, taking the clothes out of the water and setting them up to dry.

I looked to the ground, hugging my sheet closer to my body. Her skirts started rustling and I saw her light blue covered feet enter my line of vision. She brought her hand up my chin and lifted my head until our eyes were looking at each other.

"Strider has told me of your… condition."

I kept down the frown that was forming on my face, "Ugh they make it seem as if I'm going to die."

Arwen went over to the bath, draining out the water, "I will get some water so you can bathe. I will be right back."

She paused at the door for a second and turned to face me, "I know you cannot speak, but I hope that I can give you company if you need it."

I nodded, smiling slightly. She exited the room and I quickly ran to my clothes. I gathered them up into my arms and placed them in the sun to dry. Quietly, I went to sit on the bed, laying my head on my knees.

"I haven't seen any cookies yet, but I guess elves aren't all that bad," I thought, closing my eyes and drifting into sleep again.

A/N: Soooo I meant to post this a while ago, but I got writers block and when I thought I could work on this while visiting my family, my aunt didn't give me the Wi-Fi password (Because stupid Elrond just HAD to throw in his elvish.) This chapter was supposed to be longer, but I guess I'll just keep on working so I can hopefully get the next chapter up quicker. And the Elvish at the end is pretty much "Welcome, a star shines upon the hour of our meeting" and "I greet you".