author's note: Just so you guys all know, I'm not having Glorfindel rescue Frodo and take him to Rivendell, I'm using the movie version because since this is Arwen's story, it gives her more of a part. I'm changing it a little though. Although for most of the story, I will try to stay true to the book. ******************************************************************************

Aragorn's coming! Aragorn's coming! That was all I could think about. Nothing anyone said could make me not care about this. Especially if ada said it. All he's been trying to do for almost 3 weeks is get my mind off him. It's like trying to get an orc's mind off killing. You can't do it. Recently, I would go places that we went together the night we met, just to relive the feeling. I would even grab my own hand and pull myself through the forest! But there was one problem with him coming back. Maybe he doesn't feel the same way anymore. Or maybe when I see him, I won't feel the same spark I did fourteen years ago. Maybe I don't even love him at all. Maybe I just like him as a best friend or as a younger sister would love her brother. Who knows. In a week, I will. But for now, it's probably best if I just imagine that we both love each other like I think we do.

I look out at the horizon. The sun was beginning to set. Another day of waiting has been accomplished. I didn't feel at all tired, so I headed over to the bridge to watch the rest of the sun set. I made my way quietly down the halls and out onto the grass. It was almost fall, so some of the trees were starting to lose their leaves. They hardly crunched beneath my feet though. Elves walk to lightly to make a sound. I blindly followed the sound of the river in the dim light that dusk provided. I saw the bridge ahead of me. Once I found my way to the center of it, I sat down, watching the orange sun set behind the trees. It was almost like she was looking for something. Maybe she was looking for the moon. How sad that she will never find him, for when the moon sets, she rises again.

I happily made my way closer to the edge of the bridge, and let my toes dance across the surface of the water. I pointed them as much as I could, breaking the surface gently, sending ripples every which way. I imagined doing this with Aragorn, and my heart felt numb. I missed him so much. I'll be back for you,' he said. And he will be.
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I stayed at the bridge all night long. My head hurt from staring into the sun for so long. I went out looking for something to do. Maybe a book to read or a person to talk to. Anything to pass the time, really. I found ada in the library, pacing back and fourth. I walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

What's wrong? I asked.

Something is wrong, he replied. Something has gone wrong with Frodo. Arwen, get all the elves in the council to gather for a meeting immediately.

I didn't know what was going on, but I did what he requested. There were only three Rivendell elves in the council of Elrond, so I knew I could gather them all quickly. When I had found the last one, I followed him to the meeting. We arrived just in time.

Ada, may I please stay. I want to know what is going on, and if I can help, I said.

An elf named Glorfindel laughed. I doubt you could help with whatever this is about!

None the less, she does have a right to know what is going on, said another elf whose name is Elethiaron.

Arwen, Glorfindel is probably right. But so is Elethiaron. You do have the right to know. Just take a seat out of the way, and only listen. Ada nodded at a chair off to the side. I took a seat quietly.

I have a feeling Frodo may be in danger.

And you have seen this? Elethiaron asked.

Yes, though I was not able to get a glimpse of exactly what or how bad this danger is.

I think we had best send someone to lead them to Rivendell, said Celigolas, another elf in the council. Just as a precaution.

I agree, added Glorfindel. Elethiaron nodded.

So it is agreed. We shall send someone to lead them the rest of the way to Rivendell. But now all we need is someone to do this.

And I believe this person should be Celigolas, said Glorfindel. He is the best when it comes to knowing where the ringwraiths will strike next, for there is no doubt in my mind that they are not trailing them.

But I am not a fast rider. The person who goes to get them must be swift. That is not me at all, said Celigolas. That is why Elethiaron should go.

But what if I lose them. There will only be one horse, and I will be riding faster then they will be running. The whole reason we're sending someone is to protect them anyway. So why don't we send someone who's skilled with a sword, like Glorfindel.

Not me! I cannot ride fast, nor can I predict what will be the safest route!

It seems we need to decide which characteristic is most important, ada announced.

Why don't you just send me, I said. I can ride pretty fast. I know I can use a sword. I can predict where the wraiths will go next. I could well be your best bet.

The only reason you want to go is to see Aragorn, ada whispered to himself. But I heard him.

Why do you think I only care about myself and Aragorn. If Frodo is endanger, you know that all of middle earth is in danger. You know this, and still, you don't care! You do not think I care! So please, let me go.

There was at least ten minutes of everyone just staring at me. Then finally, he spoke.

Elethiaron, go load up your fastest horse.

My jaw dropped. I couldn't believe that he had still not trusted me, after all that. But then he spoke again.

And Celigolas....... go find Arwen's sword. She's going to need it. I turned back to face ada. He smiled, then left to go help Elethiaron.

Glorfindel put a hand on my shoulder. I hope you come back in one piece, he said.

You don't need to worry about that at all, I laughed. Trust me.
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I had been out riding for three day now, and still, no sign of Frodo, or Aragorn, or Gandalf. I was starting to think that maybe ada was wrong. Then suddenly, I heard someone in the woods. I squinted, trying to see who was there. My heart gave a huge jolt when I saw who it was. Aragorn. He was looking for something on the ground. I saw him bend down to cut some plant, even though I wasn't close enough to tell what plant it was.

Then, I got an idea. I decided to sneak up on him. I drew my sword, I snuck towards him. I was just about to pounce, when he turned around and crossed his sword with mine. But when he saw it was me, he dropped his sword. It made no noise as it hit the mossy earth. He started muttering in elvish. Then he looked up at me. His eyes looked so.... so longing.

he whispered. He touched my cheek. His hands felt so rough, but I missed them.

It's been so long, I said.

It has. He looked at me, as though trying to see if I had changed at all. I pulled myself towards him, as though to kiss me, but then he stopped and pulled away.

Frodo needs our help, he said. He showed me to where Frodo lay. He'd been stabbed by a mordor blade, and slowly fading into corruption.

He needs to be taken to Rivendell at once, I said.

Aragorn got up and pulled himself onto the horse. Hand me Frodo, he said. You shall lead the hobbits behind me. Make sure they get lots of rest.

I must take him back. I know once I cross the river, my people will protect me. I am a faster rider than you.

I cannot let you take him, Aragorn said. Every one of those wraiths will be after you. They will not be distracted.

I know. But you must trust me. I have no fear. And nether should you.

He looked at me. Then, he slowly dismounted the horse.

Just don't look back, he said. I smiled, and nodded.

I won't. Thank you, I said, as he helped me mount the horse with Frodo in my arms. He touched my hand.

Ride on, he whispered.
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The wind nipped at my face, but I had to learn to ignore it. I held Frodo tightly to my chest.
Suddenly, I heard the galloping of horses behind me. I made sure I didn't look back.

Go, go! I whispered to my horse urgently. I could see the wraiths surrounding me. I put my hand on the hilt of my sword, just in case. The wraiths were screaming in my ears, and sent a shiver down my spine. Branches smacked at my face, cutting me brutally. I told myself just to keep holding on no matter what. I looked up, and what I saw made my heart leap. It was the river. I sped as fast as I could make my horse go, sending water splashing all over my face. Once I was on the other side, I turned to the wraiths, and drew my sword.

If you want him, I said. Come and claim him!

Slowly, the wraiths cautiously made their way across the river. I looked down, trying to summon the powers of my people. Then, the ground began to shake. I looked to my right, and saw huge towering horses made from water come and wash the ringwraiths away. I smiled, basking in my victory. Then, I remembered Frodo. He was worse than ever.

I cried, laying him down on the shore. Frodo! Don't go! Not yet! I laid his head on my knees, letting him breathe the last breath of pure, good air that I thought he would ever take. But I knew I couldn't give up. I got back up onto my horse, and got ready to go the rest of the journey home to Rivendell.