Thoughts rushed through her head as she was hurled through the deep, crushing waters that swept powerfully over the river that had swollen to at least twice its original size.
*** I am sooo stupid, Arwens probably already taken him to Elrond…but the river it is so powerful and large, it could have swept him down stream…he could be drowning…oh Frodo I'm coming…***
Narisunell was being swept down the river and she was weak and cold. She thrashed desperately with her tired arms and legs, but it was no use she was loosing the battle. She tried to raise her head and she briefly succeeded; she tried in vain to see Frodo, to see if he was all right, because she knew if she saw him that she could rest in peace. However Frodo was nowhere in sight and all Narisunell saw was the sinking cloaks of the wraiths, along with the bodies of former horses.
*** Horses…horses! How could I have been so stupid! ***
"Emizel" she shrieked wildly and desperately.
*** How could I? I have failed Emizel, Frodo and myself ***
She briefly saluted Emizel lifeless form in the freezing water, before being washed further and further away from her beloved friend, and off into the treacherous river's middle.
Her last breath before she was submerged was a feeble one; after all she thought she had little reason to try,
*** I have nothing left, no hope, no comrades'…friends? No one to turn to and I am still his prisoner…I will be killed, for he knows of my lies, he knows what I was trying to do…***
