The Last Mission
The long tip of a sword slowly slid to Strider's neck, and the person seemed to be inspecting him. Strider looked up at the person, but his expression was of joy and happiness when he saw them. Slightly confused at this, I went back to my position with the halflings and waited for their return.
Seconds went by, and the silhouette of a female rider came into view. Her long dark hair was pulled back, and her traveling clothes looked rather worn out, but well kept. She dismounted her horse; her boots hit the ground silently. I looked down at Frodo, who was gasping and looking more like death every second.
The female rider began speaking Elvish to Frodo. "Im Arwen telin le thaed. Lasto beth nin, tolo dan ngalad." Her name was Arwen, and she came to help Frodo. She knelt down by the halfling while Strider began applying athelas to Frodo's wound. The other halflings looked on in anticipation, hoping that their friend would be healed soon.
Arwen and Strider talked for some time, debating on who should stay with the halflings and who would bring Frodo to Rivendell quickly. "Hon mabathon. Rochon ellint im." She wanted to take him because she was the faster rider. Strider responded, "Andelu i ven." He thinks the road is too dangerous for her. This was sickening me. I had to leave.
I let out an annoyed sigh and walked away from the scene. The halflings watched me walk away as Strider carried a wounded Frodo onto Arwen's horse. She whispered to her horse, and sped off into the darkness. I could hear Sam's screams even from where I was.
"What are you doing?! Those Wraiths are still out there!" Sam was still obviously angry about Frodo's little scratch on his shoulder. The others were trying to comfort him, but I tuned them out. After Arwen had left, things had gotten very quiet. I had a lot of thinking time to myself about how to kill off these halflings one by one.
But now I had a new challenge: the ranger, Strider. I knew he would get in the way of my assignment, but should I kill him too? My mind raced with the thought, and the strategy, but I was interrupted by Pippin. "It's time to go to Rivendell, Maiavel." "Oh, right." I picked up my weapons, and followed the four to this so called "beautiful Elven refuge."
I had never been to Rivendell, much less any city with elves in it. As long as I can remember, I had always lived with Saruman. I never knew my mother or father, not even if I had any siblings. I had always lived in Isengard. Saruman had always been like a father to me until he fell to the tempting power of Sauron.
Once he betrayed Gandalf the Grey, Saruman began training me to become an assassin. He gave me six months to become the best assassin I could be. In my third month in training, he gave me my first assignment. It was a man of Gondor, and I completed the task perfectly. I returned from the assignment with my news, and Saruman continued his training with me. And now, six months later, I am here to bring the Ringbearer to my master.
A couple days later, we finally began seeing the outskirts of Rivendell. I listened to Strider tell the hobbits stories about Arwen, and her father Elrond, and Elrond's twin sons, Elladan and Elrohir. The ranger had them laughing so hard about the pranks his children played on him, but I found them to be stupid and immature. I hoped we reached Rivendell soon.
Later that day, we finally entered the city of Rivendell. It was the beginning of fall, and the golden and red leaves fell from the trees like rain. Piles of leave lay everywhere, and I could hear birds chirping happily. To top that all off, I heard a waterfall in the distance, the constant water running made my head spin. I hated this place already.
Elves walked towards us and greeted us immediately. Strider instructed them to take us to Elrond's house, and they obeyed him at once. We followed these dark haired elves up a long string of stairs, and into a room where Frodo was peacefully sleeping. Sam was very excited to see him, and immediately ran towards him.
I was led into a chamber by another elf, and was left there to get a change of clothes and rest a while. The elf walked out of the room and closed the door behind them. I was now alone. I had all day to plot my way of killing these hobbits. But another problem rose now. I'm in a city with many elves around me.
I needed to find out what these hobbits loved, and lure them into some quiet place where I can finish the deed. But before I did that, I had to wash up. I walked over to the sink and cleansed my face from the dirt and grime, and changed into a revealing and flowing black dress. It matched my hair perfectly and brought out my dark green eyes. I found a black necklace tucked away in my bag, and decided to put it on.
Now that I was refreshed, my hunting site began. I walked outside to the garden where I found all four halflings happily hugging and talking amongst eachother. To my left, I noticed an older hobbit writing in a book, and decided to back away before I was seen.
Frodo ran towards the hobbit and indulged in a conversation. I shook my head and continued my search. I walked around the premises of Elrond's home, but found that it was too heavily crowded, and realized that the screams of the hobbits would be heard.
After a few hours of searching, I had found the perfect secluded spot for the assassination to occur. It was a clearing far from the house of Elrond, and well hidden too. Tall trees and bushes surrounded the place. It would also help muffle the cries of pain that would soon be there. Now I just needed to know what these hobbits liked to do. I tried to recall everything they did from Bree to Rivendell.
Merry and Pippin had sung most of the time. But I overheard them talking about singing and drinking later on that night. Frodo was hurt half the time, but I didn't need Frodo right now. Sam had done a lot of cooking. A lot of cooking. And Merry and Pippin cleared out most of our food supply.
That was it! The hobbits loved to eat. I would invite the three I needed to eliminate to a picnic. It was perfect. But there was a problem: I had no food. How would I lure them there? I sat down in the center of the clearing and thought about the situation. I could always steal the food from the kitchen. Or at dinner I could tell them I wasn't hungry, and take my food to the chambers for later. More ideas came into my head, but I was suddenly distracted by a sound.
A twig snapped from somewhere in the trees, and I sprang to my feet with an arrow readied in my bow. I kept my aim from where the sound emitted, but nothing came. I stood patiently and waited, but still nothing came. Curiosity took over me, and I put my bow down to investigate the noise. I snuck closer to a rustling bush with my hand on my sword the entire time.