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Six

I had arrived in Rivendell only two days before the birth of my nephew.

Whilst Lothiriel and the healers worked on assisting Eleniel through her birth, Tegalad and I paced the corridors anxiously waiting. When I first stood there holding my dark haired nephew I was incredibly reluctant to hand him over.

"He looks just like you," Elrond graciously informed me when he found me with Calaron and Lothiriel in one of Rivendell's many gardens.

I looked up from where I was sitting on the grass and laughed. "No. I'm just giving Eleniel and Tegalad some time to rest. Calaron has a set of lungs on him." Yes the baby in my arms had black hair like me and green eyes like me-he was also certainly loud like me-but he was in no way mine.

"No doubt as you did when you were a child," Elrond surmised. He looked at Lothiriel and bowed his head slightly. "Would you please attend to your brother whilst Falathiel and I talk?"

"Yes, my lord," she bowed. Lothiriel tucked a strand of her ebony curls behind her head and took her brother with a gentle smiled.

I jumped up from my seat on the grass and brushed my leggings off as I followed Elrond. "Is something the matter, my lord?"

"There might be," he confessed, "and it may be connected with your visions of the lidless eye."

"Crap," I cursed. I slumped down on one of the many stone benches that littered the garden and looked up at the elf. "What do I do?" I asked him. "Whatever he wants with me…not a word has been uttered since I stepped over your borders and now you tell me that something has happened that may involve him? I'm never going to escape my past am I?"

"A weapon of the enemy has been found," Elrond warned me.

"The enemy?" I frowned.

"The One Ring," he added.

I paused and thought back to almost three months ago where Bilbo had left that gold ring on the doorstep and how Gandalf had told me to put it out of my mind at that moment. "Bilbo's ring…where did he find it?"

"We think in the Goblin Caves," Elrond informed me.

"So Frodo would have the ring?" I inquired. "Bilbo left him Bag End and so he left him the ring…has anyone spoken with Bilbo?" It would explain why in the last couple of months Bilbo had suddenly aged very rapidly and now resembled a very, very old man.

"But I would have you and Arwen go out and bring Frodo and the ring to Rivendell," Elrond ordered. "I have it on good authority that there are wraiths out there."

"The Nine?" I laughed nervously. "Gee, that's like giving a child a sword and pushing them into battle without training. The Nine…could it get any worse…?"

"Let's not jump to those kind of assumptions," Elrond warned me. "You will ride out with my daughter?"

I nodded. "I'll keep her safe. I promise." I got to my feet and bowed to Elrond before I headed back to my room to change from the dress I was wearing to my ranger's clothes.

"Father tells me that you're to accompany me to find the Ring Bearer," Arwen questioned me as she let herself into my chambers.

"Yes, my lady," I nodded. "You may be significantly older than myself but you generally lack what I have in experience. My lady…" I added, trying not to seem rude.

Arwen broke a soft smile. "And you lack in politeness but I make up for it. When you came here with the dwarves you were very rude to my father and now he asks you to help me."

I laughed. "I like you, my lady. You have a spark inside you, you're brave. I like that." I strapped my quiver on and checked to make sure my weapons were fixed before I followed Arwen to the stables. The quiver had been specially ordered by me and had the sheaths for my blades attached in a cross. It gave me easy movement to not have the blades on my belt. "Let's go hunting," I grinned.

"You say let's go hunting but do you know that we're hunting the nine?" Arwen asked me.

I grabbed Cedric's reigns and mounted without trouble. "That's what makes it more fun," I assured her with a grin.

I had to grin otherwise I'd cry.

It was halfway through the night almost two days later by the time we found them. Arwen was the one who had spotted a ranger through the trees looking through the weeds on the ground desperately for something. I dismounted Cedric and took the reins of Asfaloth and tied them both to a tree before following Arwen into the bushes. I came into the clearing with my bow drawn and an arrow notched but not ready for firing. Standing there with their little swords drawn and ready to attack. "Where's Frodo?" I demanded from the three standing hobbits.

"Falathiel!" Sam gasped.

I stared down at the hobbit and saw passed him and the other two straight to Frodo. He had been wounded, his skin was incredibly pale and his eyes were turning a very pale, almost ice blue. "Frodo?" I gasped. I knelt down beside him and put my hand on his head, as soon as my skin touched his I saw them…

Five white ghost figures advancing on the hobbits, there was a sickly otherworldly look to them. Their leader was holding a blade in his hand, one which he thrust into Frodo's shoulder and pulled out, leaving a little bit inside the hobbit.

I yanked my hand away. "They stabbed him with a Morgul Blade."

Arwen came down beside me to check on the hobbit. "He's fading. He's not going to last. We must get him to my father. We've been looking for you for two days."

I glanced up to see who Arwen was talking to and was mildly surprised to see it was Aragorn.

"Where are you taking him?"

Aragorn picked Frodo up and carried him over to Asfaloth.

"There are five wraiths behind you," Arwen warned him. We'd picked up their trail this morning. "Where the other four are, I do not know."

"Stay with the hobbits, I will send horses again for you," Aragorn argued.

I rolled my eyes. Arwen was almost three thousand years old, there was no way she would listen to him on this one.

"I'm the faster rider, I'll take him," she argued.

"Actually I'm the faster rider," I cut in. "Cedric's the faster horse."

"Falathiel, stay here with them," Arwen ordered me.

I bowed my head. "Yes my lady." I fell back beside Sam and looked to the anxious hobbit. "I need to be filled in on everything that happened since Bilbo's party, Sam."

Sam looked up at me and gulped. The look on his face only said one thing-where should I start?"