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Chapter 16 Arrival of an Ally
By morning we were continuing our journey. By my request, Aragorn swore he would not tell the Hobbit my secret until I was ready to tell them. Shifting my pack to side and fidgeting with the strap, I glanced nervously at Frodo. He did not look well at all, even though I was an elf, there was nothing I could do about it. My heart wrenched every time I heard him whimper and moan. Even though Bill was carrying Frodo upon his back, including our entire luggage, he did not mind the extra weight of the hobbit. I was glad to see that Bill had gained weight and his health was returning quickly, he even took an extreme liking to Sam. Sam in return, had come to love the gentle pony.
Hearing the screeches nearby sent a shiver up my spine, I glanced around in search of the foul being, and thankfully they weren't in sight. Upon hearing one of hobbit squeak in fright, I turned around to see Pippin looking as though he was going piss his pant from fear. Turning my head back around, I saw an even thicker patch of wood up ahead. I frowned bemusedly and silently screamed in frustration. "Will these woods ever end?" shifting my pack from my sore right shoulder to left, and sighing heavily, I leaned gently against Bill to check up on Frodo.
I placed my hand on his forehead, only feel not warm skin, but skin as cold as ice. I pulled my hand away and looked at Frodo with concern and worry. "What if we didn't make it in time to Rivendell? What if" Bill snorted to get my attention and flicked his at me. I gazed into his loving brown eyes and actually read what he trying to tell me in them. He was concerned too, and he "told" me not to worry so much, he had a feeling that Frodo would be all right. Smiling at the pony, I wrapped an arm around his neck and whispered to him. "I trust your judgment Bill." Turning my head to the sky, I prayed that we would make it through this. The sky was gloomy, set with dark gray clouds that threatened to dump and endless sheet of cold rain on us. A cold snappish wind bit at my entangled hair and sent yet another shiver through my body. All the trees around groaned and murmured of the coming winter; snow could already be seen spotting the landscape. Breathing in deeply, I relished in the feel of the cool clean autumn air enter my lungs and come out as a vapor of mist. Now I waited for this day to pass.wait.for hope.
The day passed in slow motion, afternoon was only now settling upon us. I could hear the hobbits groan in exhaustion, I could only give them a sympathetic smile. I was used to traveling for days on end with little rest breaks, I silently thanked my foster father for taking me back packing in Montana. To the delight of the hobbits, Aragorn called for rest to catch our breaths. Pippin literally threw his pack to ground and just collapsed to the ground without mind that his collided with a large rock. I gave small chuckle when Pippin muttered, "ouch" after hitting the rock, merry just rolled his eyes. Sam quickly walked over to Bill, and with my help, we gently set Frodo down.
After tucking Frodo up with my cloak, I proceeded over to where the watchful ranger stood guard. He turned his head when he heard me coming. He smiled just a bit and motioned for me to stand next to me. Smiling just a bit and motioned for me to stand next to him, settling myself on the right side of him, I allowed him to speak first. A period of silenced ensued between us, but I waited still. In the process of waiting I became aware of things around me. Gazing intent fully around, I watched for any movement from around or in the trees. Snow weighed some of the leaf-covered branches, while a squirrel or a rabbit occasionally darted between the lines of the trees. The groaning of the trees was clearly heard, they protested about the snowing them down. A snap of a twig came from behind and snapped my head around to find that Merry was holding the pieces of a broken the twig in his eyes. Merry looked up at me and smiled sheepishly when he caught my annoyed glare.
"What now." I had begun to say but cut of when I heard something.hoof beats. "Aragorn" I hissed, " something or someone is headed this way. Taking all precautions, the ranger ordered the hobbits to grab their things and go hide into a thicket that stood to my left. Without hesitation, the three scared hobbits snagged their pack and went scrambling into the thicket. Strider swept past and walked up to Frodo who lay gasping on the ground. Picking, the hobbit in his arms moaned and let out a quiet scream. Looking down at him, strider whispered some words to Frodo, which calmed the wounded hafling. Looking at me, the ranger gave the look, "take him" before placing Frodo in my arms. Nodding in understanding, I run after the hobbits and into the thicket.
I watched Aragorn unsheathe his sword and stood facing the approaching hoof beats. I held my breath, waiting for the heart-stopping screech that expected to come or the feelings of dread overwhelm to me; neither came. I wasn't sure if should have been glad at this or not, but I suspected that if it was a Nazgul, he was doing well at being quiet. I could the oncoming horse but I did not see it. I heard the neigh of a horse.but it didn't sound evil like the horses the Black Riders rode. In fact, it sounded like a horse should sound, and from the depths of the woods came a huge and beautiful white. Upon this horse was a person clad in a silver-white tunic and leggings, strapped to this person's back was gorgeous white bow. I let out a sigh of relief when Aragorn sheathed his sword again.
As the stranger and his horse came into view, I was shocked frozen. This was no man but an elf! A tall and handsome elf he stood regally upon his horse. His white-blonde seemed to shine in what little sunlight came wafting down through the trees. Eyes of green that was watchful but full of wisdom, and showed he had seen many a year. He possessed nimble but strong looking limbs. Cream-colored skin that was without flaw or any signs of his true age, he halted his steed with a single light tug on the horse's mane. His horse was proud and tall, with a glossy white coat and with a mane and tail that held no mats or tangles. The horse wore no reins or saddle, which didn't surprise me considering that elves rode horses bareback. The rider smiled when he caught sight of Aragorn.
"How do you fare Strider?" said the elf in tone that seemed that he was on business. "I am well Glorfindel," replied Strider, "though one of my companions has been wounded by a Morgul blade" The elf Glorfindel frowned at the news and said, "Where is he?" Aragorn turned around flicked hand at us to come out. Cautiously and one by one we left the thicket slowly. Sam was the first and was in awe of the elf, with his jaw slack and eyes wide he gawked at Glorfindel. I stopped for a moment and thought for a moment. "Glorfindel? That name sounds familiar" Shaking my head, I repositioned Frodo in my arms and stepped only seconds after Merry.
Glorfindel watched each and everyone of us come out of hiding with small smile on his, his smile increase to amusement at Sam's expression. Merry and Pippin took a quick interest of their feet and were grinning like idiots. I didn't want to know why they were grinning at all. Glorfindel spotted Frodo in my arms and his smile was cleared from his face. His eye looked upon him with concern and for a moment he kept his gaze there. After what had to be a minute, Glorfindel brought his gaze up to his up to my face. He took one look of my face and nearly fell of his horse in shock.
"N-Navadriel?" he asked me stuttering and correcting his position on his horse, "is that you?" I widened my eyes at him as he stared at me with look of disbelief clearly written on his fair face. Shuffling my feet I replied, "I do not know you but my elven name is Navadriel" All three of the hobbit just gawked at me, Pippin stooped low with his jaw dropped. Looking at him I saw he was staring at my face, no, my ears. Reaching up I placed my hair over my pointed ears and it was my turn to grin sheepishly at them.
"You're an Elf!" squealed Pippin as he wagged a finger at me, his jaw still dropped. I couldn't help but bark out a laugh. "Yes, Pippin, I'm an elf. Please believe me that I didn't know until recently, also pull you jaw up" I laughed even more when he complied and blushed just a bit at the tips of his ears. I heard Glorfindel clear his throat to get my attention; I peered up at him. He closed his and rocked gently back and forth his on his horse while placing his hand under his chin. It was with out doubt that he was deep in thought, but what he was thinking, I didn't know.
"You know who your parent are?" asked Glorfindel with his still closed. Sighing I replied to him with a "Yes". He nodded once again, opened his eyes and dismounted. "Come," he said," we can't tarry here, the Nazgul, are not far behind" Walking over to me, he gently grabbed Frodo from my hands and placed him upon his horse's back. For the first time in two days, Frodo looked up with his clouded eyes and looked straight at Glorfindel. The elf warrior placed a hand on the hobbits shoulder and spoke some words that I didn't understand, but it sounded beautiful and musical. "Let's us go." Said Glorfindel leading his horse forward, with us trailing behind him.
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Chapter 16 Arrival of an Ally
By morning we were continuing our journey. By my request, Aragorn swore he would not tell the Hobbit my secret until I was ready to tell them. Shifting my pack to side and fidgeting with the strap, I glanced nervously at Frodo. He did not look well at all, even though I was an elf, there was nothing I could do about it. My heart wrenched every time I heard him whimper and moan. Even though Bill was carrying Frodo upon his back, including our entire luggage, he did not mind the extra weight of the hobbit. I was glad to see that Bill had gained weight and his health was returning quickly, he even took an extreme liking to Sam. Sam in return, had come to love the gentle pony.
Hearing the screeches nearby sent a shiver up my spine, I glanced around in search of the foul being, and thankfully they weren't in sight. Upon hearing one of hobbit squeak in fright, I turned around to see Pippin looking as though he was going piss his pant from fear. Turning my head back around, I saw an even thicker patch of wood up ahead. I frowned bemusedly and silently screamed in frustration. "Will these woods ever end?" shifting my pack from my sore right shoulder to left, and sighing heavily, I leaned gently against Bill to check up on Frodo.
I placed my hand on his forehead, only feel not warm skin, but skin as cold as ice. I pulled my hand away and looked at Frodo with concern and worry. "What if we didn't make it in time to Rivendell? What if" Bill snorted to get my attention and flicked his at me. I gazed into his loving brown eyes and actually read what he trying to tell me in them. He was concerned too, and he "told" me not to worry so much, he had a feeling that Frodo would be all right. Smiling at the pony, I wrapped an arm around his neck and whispered to him. "I trust your judgment Bill." Turning my head to the sky, I prayed that we would make it through this. The sky was gloomy, set with dark gray clouds that threatened to dump and endless sheet of cold rain on us. A cold snappish wind bit at my entangled hair and sent yet another shiver through my body. All the trees around groaned and murmured of the coming winter; snow could already be seen spotting the landscape. Breathing in deeply, I relished in the feel of the cool clean autumn air enter my lungs and come out as a vapor of mist. Now I waited for this day to pass.wait.for hope.
The day passed in slow motion, afternoon was only now settling upon us. I could hear the hobbits groan in exhaustion, I could only give them a sympathetic smile. I was used to traveling for days on end with little rest breaks, I silently thanked my foster father for taking me back packing in Montana. To the delight of the hobbits, Aragorn called for rest to catch our breaths. Pippin literally threw his pack to ground and just collapsed to the ground without mind that his collided with a large rock. I gave small chuckle when Pippin muttered, "ouch" after hitting the rock, merry just rolled his eyes. Sam quickly walked over to Bill, and with my help, we gently set Frodo down.
After tucking Frodo up with my cloak, I proceeded over to where the watchful ranger stood guard. He turned his head when he heard me coming. He smiled just a bit and motioned for me to stand next to me. Smiling just a bit and motioned for me to stand next to him, settling myself on the right side of him, I allowed him to speak first. A period of silenced ensued between us, but I waited still. In the process of waiting I became aware of things around me. Gazing intent fully around, I watched for any movement from around or in the trees. Snow weighed some of the leaf-covered branches, while a squirrel or a rabbit occasionally darted between the lines of the trees. The groaning of the trees was clearly heard, they protested about the snowing them down. A snap of a twig came from behind and snapped my head around to find that Merry was holding the pieces of a broken the twig in his eyes. Merry looked up at me and smiled sheepishly when he caught my annoyed glare.
"What now." I had begun to say but cut of when I heard something.hoof beats. "Aragorn" I hissed, " something or someone is headed this way. Taking all precautions, the ranger ordered the hobbits to grab their things and go hide into a thicket that stood to my left. Without hesitation, the three scared hobbits snagged their pack and went scrambling into the thicket. Strider swept past and walked up to Frodo who lay gasping on the ground. Picking, the hobbit in his arms moaned and let out a quiet scream. Looking down at him, strider whispered some words to Frodo, which calmed the wounded hafling. Looking at me, the ranger gave the look, "take him" before placing Frodo in my arms. Nodding in understanding, I run after the hobbits and into the thicket.
I watched Aragorn unsheathe his sword and stood facing the approaching hoof beats. I held my breath, waiting for the heart-stopping screech that expected to come or the feelings of dread overwhelm to me; neither came. I wasn't sure if should have been glad at this or not, but I suspected that if it was a Nazgul, he was doing well at being quiet. I could the oncoming horse but I did not see it. I heard the neigh of a horse.but it didn't sound evil like the horses the Black Riders rode. In fact, it sounded like a horse should sound, and from the depths of the woods came a huge and beautiful white. Upon this horse was a person clad in a silver-white tunic and leggings, strapped to this person's back was gorgeous white bow. I let out a sigh of relief when Aragorn sheathed his sword again.
As the stranger and his horse came into view, I was shocked frozen. This was no man but an elf! A tall and handsome elf he stood regally upon his horse. His white-blonde seemed to shine in what little sunlight came wafting down through the trees. Eyes of green that was watchful but full of wisdom, and showed he had seen many a year. He possessed nimble but strong looking limbs. Cream-colored skin that was without flaw or any signs of his true age, he halted his steed with a single light tug on the horse's mane. His horse was proud and tall, with a glossy white coat and with a mane and tail that held no mats or tangles. The horse wore no reins or saddle, which didn't surprise me considering that elves rode horses bareback. The rider smiled when he caught sight of Aragorn.
"How do you fare Strider?" said the elf in tone that seemed that he was on business. "I am well Glorfindel," replied Strider, "though one of my companions has been wounded by a Morgul blade" The elf Glorfindel frowned at the news and said, "Where is he?" Aragorn turned around flicked hand at us to come out. Cautiously and one by one we left the thicket slowly. Sam was the first and was in awe of the elf, with his jaw slack and eyes wide he gawked at Glorfindel. I stopped for a moment and thought for a moment. "Glorfindel? That name sounds familiar" Shaking my head, I repositioned Frodo in my arms and stepped only seconds after Merry.
Glorfindel watched each and everyone of us come out of hiding with small smile on his, his smile increase to amusement at Sam's expression. Merry and Pippin took a quick interest of their feet and were grinning like idiots. I didn't want to know why they were grinning at all. Glorfindel spotted Frodo in my arms and his smile was cleared from his face. His eye looked upon him with concern and for a moment he kept his gaze there. After what had to be a minute, Glorfindel brought his gaze up to his up to my face. He took one look of my face and nearly fell of his horse in shock.
"N-Navadriel?" he asked me stuttering and correcting his position on his horse, "is that you?" I widened my eyes at him as he stared at me with look of disbelief clearly written on his fair face. Shuffling my feet I replied, "I do not know you but my elven name is Navadriel" All three of the hobbit just gawked at me, Pippin stooped low with his jaw dropped. Looking at him I saw he was staring at my face, no, my ears. Reaching up I placed my hair over my pointed ears and it was my turn to grin sheepishly at them.
"You're an Elf!" squealed Pippin as he wagged a finger at me, his jaw still dropped. I couldn't help but bark out a laugh. "Yes, Pippin, I'm an elf. Please believe me that I didn't know until recently, also pull you jaw up" I laughed even more when he complied and blushed just a bit at the tips of his ears. I heard Glorfindel clear his throat to get my attention; I peered up at him. He closed his and rocked gently back and forth his on his horse while placing his hand under his chin. It was with out doubt that he was deep in thought, but what he was thinking, I didn't know.
"You know who your parent are?" asked Glorfindel with his still closed. Sighing I replied to him with a "Yes". He nodded once again, opened his eyes and dismounted. "Come," he said," we can't tarry here, the Nazgul, are not far behind" Walking over to me, he gently grabbed Frodo from my hands and placed him upon his horse's back. For the first time in two days, Frodo looked up with his clouded eyes and looked straight at Glorfindel. The elf warrior placed a hand on the hobbits shoulder and spoke some words that I didn't understand, but it sounded beautiful and musical. "Let's us go." Said Glorfindel leading his horse forward, with us trailing behind him.
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