Frodo's Friend: Continued

By: Nefuialiel (Ri)

Disclaimer: No, I don't own anything to do with LotR, but then again, if you thought I did, you need serious mental help and shouldn't be clogging up society. Know why? Because… You are the weakest link… Goodbye.

Near Dawn, Weathertop

My eyes are heavy as I write this, for I have been up since dawn yesterday. The whole past night I spent sitting up near the halflings, out of view, my eyes searching, my ears straining, and my bow notched, lying in my lap. I longed to go and see if Elvellon was all right!

He was injured; it seems, by the enemy of Wraiths that stole in during the night. I wish I had been able to see them better in the cover of darkness. I watched, from my perch on the oak branch, as Strider slipped into the shadows and took the two small ones with him, a ways. The hobbits must have felt there was something wrong as well, for they all seemed to freeze and watch the three shadows approach. I had my attention focused on the creeping shadows, and, when all of a sudden, I felt this premonition of dread. I quickly stole a glance at the hobbits, but was horrified to discover that Frodo was missing! I heard his loyal friend, Samwise Gamgee, call out for him. An unearthly cry rose from the shadows and they descended upon something that I could not see. I heard the young halfling call out in fear, then once more in pain. Strider came out from the hilltop ad proceeded to kick Nazgul bootay. I knew at that moment that only if Strider were to be overpowered by the Wraiths could I help the group in a very noticeable way. I had soon noticed that Frodo was back. He was lying down on the ground, looking as though he were asleep. I replaced my bow and arrows and silently jumped from the tree. I scampered, unnoticed, up towards the top of the hill. Strider had fought off the last of the Nazgul, and he was now turning to the hobbit. He scooped Frodo up into his arms and rushed down to the others. I followed him, worried. He ordered a fire be made and that Frodo be kept warm, before dashing out into the woods. I chose to stay near the hobbits and was deeply touched with the concern and care that all of them, most certainly Samwise, regarded Frodo with. Strider returned, later, and applied some chewed plant to Frodo's wound. By now, Frodo was awake. He was cold, and in pain, but determined to get to Rivendell. Strider has mandated rest, recovery and fire. Oh! I am so worried! They must reach Rivendell as soon as they can and get Lord Elrond's help! I am truly sorry for my previous upset thoughts of Strider, for he has saved Elvellon's life! I shall pour some Willow's Bane Nectar into small silver goblets for each of them. I will sneak near the camp, if not *in* the camp to leave these. I shall go now, then settle back to watch and wait.

About 4 days later…

Oi. My heart is in anguish. Despite Strider and the other hobbits attentive care, Frodo isn't showing signs of improvement. The weather is horrible. Cold, gray and rainy. His strength is sapped, and they are attempting to pass through a treacherous mountain pass. He's slowly becoming a Wraith. O, Elvellon! Hold on! You are coming to help! I wish I could go to help you and your friends. But, not yet. I hope you get help in time!

Next day, Noon

Not much to report, if you ignore the fact that Elvellon is going, slowly. I am sure that we are going to be passing an old troll cave. Perhaps we could shelter from the rain there. Or, more accurately, they can shelter from the rain there. I will tough it out just outside the door to protect them. Otherwise, not much to report.

Next day, Mid-morning

To-day is a very beautiful day. The sun is out, finally, and we are on the other side of the mountain. Well, the path leading down, actually. But, on a very high note, spirits are soaring and Elvellon looks much better. All here are merry and joyful. The hobbits will, on occasion, break into song. I remember back when another hobbit and company of dwarves came down this path, before the wretched Ring was found. Because I was, and still am, so young, I wasn't sent to make sure the company stayed out of trouble. But then, no other elf, Big Man, or other creature, went to follow them on their quest, for it was just to find gold of Dwarves, taken from them by a dragon. Well, so much for that! But now, we're just on our way to Rivendell. WITH THE EVIL RING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would be surprised if Elrond even LET us into Rivendell. But, hey, who am I to question Lord Elrond? I mean, he's like, ageless, and I'm only 205(0). I'm not sure if the last number is 0 (2050) or 5 (205). But either way, I'm young! And…old… considering for which species you want to know for. For a hobbit, my dad's people, I'm old. For an elf, my mum's people, I'm young. Very young. But, anyways, not much is happening to-day. Nice, quiet, peaceful… ::Holds up hand:: What?! ::scanning scenery:: I heard them, and it was a terrified shout. Curse my big mouth. I need to go now. I must see what is wrong.