Hi again!  Sorry I've been putting Narisunell through hell recently, but things have to get worse before they get better.  This chapter might also be quite dark…

Thnx 4 all the reviews, they've been gr8!

I'm gonna shorten Narisunell's name to Nari soon, if ya don't like it then tell me wot u think I should call her.  I'm only gonna call her that when people speak to/about her.

There will be more sooooooooooooon, but plz, plz, plz review!!!!!!

Ps. Narisunell hates Arwen for stupid childhood reasons, sorry about that Arwen lovers, but she doesn't always hate her…

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*~*The Wind Child*~*

White Waters

They had been riding for only a couple of hours in silence, except for Narisunell's cries of pain. The sun's dying light slowly ceased beating it's harsh rays upon them and let the moon slip up over the hills.  Gradually Narisunell stopped her crying, it was no use anyway, because the wraiths never paid any attention.  The only thing they did was occasionally turn round in their heavy saddles to glare or whip her.  This only made her worse.  So, soon the riders had returned to the usual silence they rode in and they quickened the pace.

Twenty minutes later: *** They are so near; they cannot travel fast… poor Frodo… I hope he's okay… some athelas would do him good, I just hope that ranger has the sense enough to find some… oh why did they have to stab him?  The wound might be fatal!  He could die!  And if he did it would be my fault… If any harm were to come of him, I should never forgive myself…and yet I am powerless even if I want to resist it I cannot hardly do anything… I am powerless against the ring and its master… powerless against everything…everything except my heart…my heart that is fading…***

"They are near!"  Carathon told the riders, "Tell me Narisunell where are the hobbits?"

*** I must lie ***

"umm… I do not know"

"Ah, but you do…you are lying"

"I wouldn't lie to you…wait I think they are over there" she said pointing to a large green forest that was filled with brambles and gorse.  It was nowhere near the hobbits, who were in totally the opposite direction from where she was pointing.  Narisunell thought she had hid the lie well, but her eyes had betrayed her, she had allowed them to wonder back to the hobbits and the wraiths had seen them.

"Liar!"

"No…" Narisunell yelped, they had seen them.

They were not too far away, but only Narisunell could see them clearly enough to make out what was really going on.  It appeared that Frodo was on a horse with an elf…

*** Oh it has to be Arwen doesn't it…of all the elves it would be Arwen… the most beautiful, talented elf… if only she could see past her nose… oh its always Arwen this, Arwen that…Elrond never takes any notice of anyone else…not that I'll see any of them again, *** Narisunell thought wistfully.

It was true that she had dwelt among the elves, when she was young, but they had never really understood her.  Yes she had friends and some of them were elven, but they didn't understand why she despised their kind so much.  Whenever there were parties held at Rivendell Narisunell would not attend.  She would be off in the woods riding or walking.  So she left, or rather she was abandoned.  She was on a hunting trip near the outskirts of Mordor when her 'friend' Arwen had lost her, they were only young and Narisunell didn't know what to do.  So, she sat and cried until she was asleep and when awoke she was not found by her elven 'kin' but by the race of men.  So, over the years she grew to hate elves more and more and she forgot about her previous bonds with them.  She left behind her grace and culture and followed in her father's footsteps, she joined with Mordor or rather was forced to join with them.  And now she hated elves, men and herself.

"So she watched as Arwen her old fried and enemy guided Frodo to Rivendell.

*** I hope they make it, not for her sake, but for his. ***

The horse was a beauty, pure white with a mane and tail blowing freely in the dominating wind.  Its rider was equally beautiful, but its passenger was fading, and the light in his eyes was dying.

Narisunell was caught up in thought and hadn't yet realised that her and her company were moving with great speed.

*** No, we must stop... they are not yet far enough ahead! ***

Then without thinking Narisunell plunged herself, head first off her horse!  The horse stopped and waited loyally for its master to mount and begin the chase again, but Narisunell was foolish and thought the wraiths would stop if she pretended to be injured.  Unfortunately for her, they did not stop and carried on with the chase oblivious to what was going on behind them.

Narisunell was furious and quickly jumped back on her patient horse.

She was gaining on the wraiths, but they were still further ahead and they were closing fast on Arwen.

*** Damn her, why cant she get that lazy beast moving ***

Narisunell was now about five hundred yards behind the others and she could not keep up, she kept on urging her horse foreword, but it was no use and she soon lost sight of them.  The last thing she saw was a piece of one of the wraiths cloaks caught in the wind before it disappeared around a sharp bend.

About a minute later Narisunell reached the bend and nearly fell off her horse, there was an enormous jump over a log and Narisunell nearly crashed right into it.  They solved the problem by uncomfortably cat jumping over the log and carrying on down the sloping banks near the ford of Rivendell.

Narisunell stopped her horse and stood back to watch the wraiths be humiliated, with a satisfied smile.  Arwen had Frodo in front of her on her mount, which was rearing up dramatically.

*** Stupid drama queen…she always was like that ***

"If you want him, come and claim him."  Arwen shouted whilst drawing her shining sword.

*** Stupid bitch…now look what you've done! ***

The angry wraiths began to swiftly proceed to the edge of the bubbling water and started to cross it.

Narisunell's delicate ears picked up soft words being muttered urgently in a strange elven tongue she couldn't fully understand, but what she saw next was truly shocking, the water began to surround the wraiths and a crashing torrent of raging foamy white water came hurtling towards the startled riders.  The waves were powerful and they resembled great white stallions bashing the water with their superior hooves. 

Narisunell rushed forward to the edge of the waves and gazed anxiously into the swirling waters.  She couldn't see Frodo and she was really worried so without thinking she turned her horse and plunged herself into the powerful river…