Hey and welcome to the next chapter, sorry for the slow update. I'm also trying to get next chapter up at the moment but something keeps messing up so it might not get up tonight but I will try again tomorrow if it doesn't work tonight.

Áine!
Enjoy!
I don't own anything to do with Lord of the Rings

P.s. "LOR" speaking elvish

Strider gathered Frodo into his arms and followed Áine towards her horse. "I've been looking for you for two days, I sent Aisling ahead" Áine told him, they barely registered Merry asking where they were taking him but they just ignored the hobbit's question. "There are five Wraiths behind you, of the other four I know not" the elleth continued. Aisling walked up beside them to listen to their conversation. Aisling knew how Strider saw Áine as a sister and friend to him but he was also protective of her, similar to how an older brother would act, even if she could take care of herself and was much older than him. Strider had placed Frodo upon the red mare and then turned his head to look at the elf and half-elf at his side. "Stay with the hobbits - I'll send horses for you" he told them in elvish but they would hear none of it. Áine took hold of the reins, "I'm the faster rider - I'll take him and I'm certain I won't be alone" she countered back at him, glancing back at Aisling as she spoke in her people's tongue. Aisling imediately spoke up, "You know I would never back down from challenge such as this." He did not like this one bit, "the road is too dangerous" he spoke looking at Aisling desperately then settling his eyes on Áine.

Kathryn and the other hobbits watched on in confusion and worry, not understanding even a single word of their conversation. Kathryn and Sam knew a little elvish but not enough to understand, Frodo had been the one to really learn but he would be no help in the moments situation. "What are they saying?" Pippin wondered aloud the question they were all wishing to ask. It was no surprise when he was given no answers. The three standing at the horse and Frodo continued arguing silently. Strider knew he was fighting a losing battle against the two females, "If we can get across the river, the power of our people will protect him" Áine replied quickly, knowing that every second Frodo was draining away. "Father, you know we can do this" Aisling added but Strider did not meet her eye and continued watching Áine. "I do not fear them, neither of us do" Áine whispered to him in common tongue. She shared a sly grin with Aisling who returned it with grin of her. Strider placed his hand on his dear friends gentle, hand and placed his other upon his own daughters cheek. They smiled and he stepped aside, allowing Áine to mount the mare behind Frodo. Strider looked towards Aisling and then wrapped his arms tightly around her and pressed a small kiss to her forehead similar to his actions from when she was young. "Stay safe" he told her, "or you'll have to deal with me or worse, your mother." He couldn't help but smirk as he noticed her shudder slightly. He watched as Aisling shifted into her wolf form and stepped back to look up at Áine and Frodo, "Ride hard, don't look back" he ordered her.

Áine kicked the mare into moving and said "Noro Lim, Narwa, Noro Lim ( make haste)" and she ordered her into a steady gallop, Aisling ran as a large black dire wolf at their side. Making their way through the trees until out of sight of the hobbits and Strider.

Kathryn was terrified and feared for Frodo and prayed they would make it through safely. Her thoughts were interupted as Sam yelled out at Strider, "What are you doing? Those riders are still out there!" But Strider knew this well and also feared for the safety of the hobbit but also his daughter and old friend.

The journey continued never slowing and never stopping in fear of Frodo's well being. Every know and then, Áine would whisper in elvish erging their stead to quicken its pace. The evish mare understood the importance and carried at its best. Aisling kept up but there was a numbness spreading throughout her body. She felt if she didn't rest soon her body would give out from exahustion. They were all tired beyond belief and Frodo's pain had only worsened as they had expected which only cause them to build up even more speed.

They reached the woods outside of Rivendell when the Wraiths finally caught up with them. They darted through the trees and the Wraiths had surrounded her. Áine darted past them and continued on and the rest of the Wraiths joined the chase. They reached for Frodo but Áine only dug her heels into Narwa and urged her to quicken. Aisling took her chance and led several of the Wraiths away. Áine turned to look as the the man sized wolf that was her closest friend speed away being chased by four of the Wraiths but a tree scrapped across her face leaving a long thin gash across her cheek and looked back and put her attention into guiding through the mass of trees. She twisted and turned changing her route, trying to shake them off or confuse them, eventually she broke out of the woods but sadly, not far off she heard with the help of her elvish ears she heard the sad, pain-filled wimpering of a wolf and then the gasp of a woman and then nothing, silence. Chancing one last look back in the direction the noises came from, she wadded into the waters of the river. The Wraiths followed her but stopped at the waters edge.

Áine made it to the other side and turned sharply to stare back at the dark creatures. The Wraiths Aisling had tried to led away had joined back with the others. Their horses reered up and called out and their riders let off screams of anger. Once they stopped one looked directly at her and said, "give up the halfling, she-elf" but there was no chance in that happening. She quickly unsheated a long sleak, black blade that curved slightly, with a red hilt. "If wish to take him, come and claim him" she spoke boldly not daring to look away from them. With that the Wraiths along the bank unleashed their swords and entered the waters.

She began to mutter in elvish, a powerful spell taught to her by an elleth she saw as her naneth along with the ellon she called Ada even though they weren't, they were the closest she ever had to them and they had raised her as their own. She repeated the spell and let her magic rush through her. She concentrated on the water and then watched as a huge wave came literally galloping down the river. It was as though horses made if water broke through and led the water to the target. It wave cascaded around the Wraiths and then slowly returned to its original calmness. There was no sign of a wolf or any others, she spun around looking for any sign of Aisling but there was nothing. Then a small noise coming from the figure sitting infront of her drew her attention. Frodo's head fell forward. Áine hurriedly dismounted and laid Frodo on the wet stones of the bank. "Frodo no!" Áine cried, "Frodo, don't give in!" she tried to draw his attention but nothing was working. She looked desperately down at the hobbit she had known since he was learning to walk. He was unresponsive. His eyes seemed to glow an unnatural blue. She held back a sob and she could feel tears building up behind her eyes. "Not now" she whispered hopelessly, tears fell down her face and she pulled Frodo to her chest and placed her chin on his head. She prayed silently for him to be spared and without another seconds notice, snatched him up and replaced him on the red mare that stood waiting patiently, its head bowed sadly. She mounted behind him and once again made for Rivendell. They didn't have a second to lose.

She crossed the bridge and entered the elvish city. Several elves turned in surprise as she cantered past. The city was just as she remembered it. Beautiful with many waterfalls and cliffs where the houses resided. She jumped from Narwa's back and gathered Frodo in her arms, his unconsious form lay limp in her arms. An ellon with a look of wisdom and power to him rushed to her side. He wore a silver tunic and light green leggings undearneath, a small silver circlet upon his golden hair. His eyes showed he was much older than most elves. "Áine what is this?" he asked in shock. She looked to him in desperation, "Glorfindel, where is Lord Elrond? Surely you have seen him?" she cried. Glorfindel nodded his head rapidly and started back into the building behind them. The past Arwen in the hallway who gasped as the went past, noticing Frodo in Áine's arms and imediately started shooting question after question but Glorfindel had no answers and Áine was not in the right mind to provide them. They found Elrond quickly and he straight away started to work on the young hobbit. He knew what to do and Áine trusted him to care for Frodo as she knew she had to go. She felt she was needed else where.

It didn't take long for Elrohir and Elladan to join in bambarding Áine with questions along with Arwen and Glorfindel but the same as before they were ignored. She returned to the front gates of Rivendell, where Narwa stood waiting for her rider. Áine grabbed the reins and once again flipped up onto the mares back. The four elfs stared up at her. She looked down at them sadly. "I'm sorry, you must get your answers from Elrond, I must go" she said solomly. "Go?" Glorfindel asked, "why?" asked Elladan. She did not wish to tell them but she knew it was the only way the would allow her to leave. "Aisling" she replied. Their faces fell at that, especially Arwen. "She was with me and led several of the Wraiths away, then they rejoined the others but she did not, I must see of she is all right" they all nodded slowly and staggered back. Glorfindel and her had always been close, he being the one to train her to fight. They saw each other as brother and sister, as neither had anyone of true relation. They both fully understood the feeling of loss and it brought them together. Áine nodded towards him, "I'll return when I can" and with that turned and sped away in search of her friend. Hoping that she was still alive and that she wasn't too late.

hope you enjoyed it I'll try and get the next part up! Please review.