At first she couldn't quite tell what it was, then the moonlight shone
through the thick, dark, gloomy tree and it was clear. There was a man in
Rivendell. Maybe even worse. She squinted her eyes are tried desperately to
see it better, but it was much too dark. It seemed to look like a ranger,
which is what Airesiwe feared. Firnephel seemed to feel the same fear and
he hid behind a nearby tree. Airesiwe grabbed the bridle and led him a
little ways, then stopped. Was this what was making the terrible noise? She
dropped the bridle and took out her bow, then reached back for the arrows.
Her hand griped around for some but she couldn't find any. She panicked. If
this was really what was making the noise she would have to kill it, and
how could she kill it if she had no arrows? She took off her arrow sack and
saw that it was empty. 'They must have fallen out while I was delirious,'
she thought. She looked around her surroundings hoping for a miracle, but
was disappointed at her success. Defeated, she went to Firnephel and was
going to lead him back home when she came across a white piece of paper
sowed into the bridle, along with it was one perfectly sharp arrow.
Airesiwe quickly grabbed the arrow and the piece of paper fell to the
ground. Shepicked it up and read it:
Premonition's never lie.
Airesiwe smiled and turned to where she saw the man, but he had already left. She looked around and soon found him again, but this time he was on his knees and seemed to be looking for something. Slowly, she walked stealthily towards him bow and arrow ready to fire, but kept downward so that he wouldn't see it. She was getting closer and closer and was sneaking up behind him, when finally she was right behind him and he didn't seem to notice. She pulled out her arrow and aimed it at his head.
"What's this? A ranger in the mists of Rivendell? Airesiwe said.
Slowly, the man turned around and revealed his face, then slowly got up and started walking as if he didn't even see her. Enraged at his response, Airesiwe pulled back her arrow into a tight grip and was about to shoot him when he stopped.
"I would answer," Airesiwe snapped, "For I could easily mistaken you for an orc spy." There was a long silence, but finally the man spoke.
"I am Aargorn, son of Arathorn, and I am here to cure a wounded hobbit".
All was silent as Airesiwe thought. A hobbit, way out here? He must be lying, I shall see for myself. She lowered her bow and started walking through the woods, not really sure where she was going.
"I would rather you not take that road," Aargorn uttered, "For I too, could mistaken you for an orc spy." There was a glint in his eye that resembled the look on Arwen's face.
Airesiwe stopped, and turned around slightly to show that she was not intimidated. She walked towards him and suddenly realized how tall he really was.
"I am Airesiwe." Airesiwe said. Aragorn nodded his head as if hoping she would continue, though she really had nothing else to say. "Airesiwe Greenleaf."
Airesiwe didn't really know who she was. She was found in the middle of the woods in a woven elven basket, with a note attached to her that said. Airesiwe is my name, take care of me as you will. Unknown to any of her past, she was assumed to be Legolas Greenleaf's sister. She took on the name of Greenleaf, although she knew that it wasn't her name.
She looked at Aragorn with a look of disbelief on his face, then he turned to leave.
"Wait!" she shouted, "The hobbit.is, well I'm from Rivendell, Elrond can help him, he has healing powers." Aragorn turned to face her once more. "And how do you suppose you can get him there?"
Right at that moment Firnephel appeared. Airesiwe almost forgot about him. "I am the fastest rider of my kind, I will take him there if you don't mind." Airesiwe wasn't really thinking, so many things had happened that night and she wasn't in the best condition. "Please, I can help."
Aragorn looked at her, sighed, then turned once more down the path. Airesiwe, at that moment, jumped on Firnephel and ran down on the road passing Aragorn.
"Hey! Come back!" He yelled, but Airesiwe could barely hear him, for she was already 20 paces ahead.
They ran on the path and finally lost sight of Aragorn but no sooner confronted a new stranger.
"AAH!" the small hobbit screamed. "Ringwraiths!"
He cowered down and sobbed as if expecting to die that very instant. Airesiwe stopped her horse and quickly unmounted.
"It's ok little boy, I won't hurt you." Airesiwe whispered as she kneeled besides him. The hobbit seemed very offended by this and quickly spoke up.
"I AM NOT A BOY.," the hobbit sniffed, "but just a regular o'l halfling." Airesiwe was quite confused.
"A halfling?"
"Shire-folk, hobbit." The hobbit's fear returned to his eyes. "You won't hurt me will you?"
"Of course not of cour-." HOBBIT! Airesiwe thought. "Your a hobbit! Your the wounded hobbit are you not?"
Pain and sadness came to his eyes.
"I'm not, but my friend, Mr. Frodo, he has been badly wounded by Ringwraiths." the hobbit looked as if he were to cry. "I believe he's going to die any minute."
"Ringwraiths? Frodo?" Airesiwe was quite confused at this new information. "Tell me, where is your friend?"
"He shouldn't be far, just keep following the path. You should reach him soon." The hobbit sniffled. "My name is Samwise Gamgee by the way."
Airesiwe barely heard him, for she was already looking down the dark path.
"Airesiwe is mine, but I must make haste if I am to reach him."
Just then there was a sword at her throat. She quivered, and stared at the hobbit whose face was white.
"DON'T KILL HER PLEASE!" He managed to spit out. Airesiwe quickly grabbed the sword, cutting her hand, and brought herself up to face Aragorn and drew her arrow and bow. Both of them had a weapon and was only a couple feet away from each other. Sam's face cringed at the sight and was quite confused on who was really helping him.
"I knew it," Aragorn said, "So you are a spy."
Airesiwe's eyes were wide with hate for the new stranger.
"I'm taking the hobbit to my home." Airesiwe said coldly. "It is either you trust me, or your friend dies."
All was silent, then Sam spoke.
"Please, just let her take him." Sam wasn't sure if it was the right thing though, give up his friend to a stranger, but he could tell she was serious. "Frodo must live, he must." Sam was close to tears.
Aragorn stared at Sam, then came back to Airesiwe.
"There are Ringwraiths out there."
"I can handle them," Airesiwe said. She knew that they couldn't be worse than the screeching she heard earlier. "I do not fear them."
Aargorn stared for a very long time at Airesiwe, then finally spoke.
"We'll meet you there."
Premonition's never lie.
Airesiwe smiled and turned to where she saw the man, but he had already left. She looked around and soon found him again, but this time he was on his knees and seemed to be looking for something. Slowly, she walked stealthily towards him bow and arrow ready to fire, but kept downward so that he wouldn't see it. She was getting closer and closer and was sneaking up behind him, when finally she was right behind him and he didn't seem to notice. She pulled out her arrow and aimed it at his head.
"What's this? A ranger in the mists of Rivendell? Airesiwe said.
Slowly, the man turned around and revealed his face, then slowly got up and started walking as if he didn't even see her. Enraged at his response, Airesiwe pulled back her arrow into a tight grip and was about to shoot him when he stopped.
"I would answer," Airesiwe snapped, "For I could easily mistaken you for an orc spy." There was a long silence, but finally the man spoke.
"I am Aargorn, son of Arathorn, and I am here to cure a wounded hobbit".
All was silent as Airesiwe thought. A hobbit, way out here? He must be lying, I shall see for myself. She lowered her bow and started walking through the woods, not really sure where she was going.
"I would rather you not take that road," Aargorn uttered, "For I too, could mistaken you for an orc spy." There was a glint in his eye that resembled the look on Arwen's face.
Airesiwe stopped, and turned around slightly to show that she was not intimidated. She walked towards him and suddenly realized how tall he really was.
"I am Airesiwe." Airesiwe said. Aragorn nodded his head as if hoping she would continue, though she really had nothing else to say. "Airesiwe Greenleaf."
Airesiwe didn't really know who she was. She was found in the middle of the woods in a woven elven basket, with a note attached to her that said. Airesiwe is my name, take care of me as you will. Unknown to any of her past, she was assumed to be Legolas Greenleaf's sister. She took on the name of Greenleaf, although she knew that it wasn't her name.
She looked at Aragorn with a look of disbelief on his face, then he turned to leave.
"Wait!" she shouted, "The hobbit.is, well I'm from Rivendell, Elrond can help him, he has healing powers." Aragorn turned to face her once more. "And how do you suppose you can get him there?"
Right at that moment Firnephel appeared. Airesiwe almost forgot about him. "I am the fastest rider of my kind, I will take him there if you don't mind." Airesiwe wasn't really thinking, so many things had happened that night and she wasn't in the best condition. "Please, I can help."
Aragorn looked at her, sighed, then turned once more down the path. Airesiwe, at that moment, jumped on Firnephel and ran down on the road passing Aragorn.
"Hey! Come back!" He yelled, but Airesiwe could barely hear him, for she was already 20 paces ahead.
They ran on the path and finally lost sight of Aragorn but no sooner confronted a new stranger.
"AAH!" the small hobbit screamed. "Ringwraiths!"
He cowered down and sobbed as if expecting to die that very instant. Airesiwe stopped her horse and quickly unmounted.
"It's ok little boy, I won't hurt you." Airesiwe whispered as she kneeled besides him. The hobbit seemed very offended by this and quickly spoke up.
"I AM NOT A BOY.," the hobbit sniffed, "but just a regular o'l halfling." Airesiwe was quite confused.
"A halfling?"
"Shire-folk, hobbit." The hobbit's fear returned to his eyes. "You won't hurt me will you?"
"Of course not of cour-." HOBBIT! Airesiwe thought. "Your a hobbit! Your the wounded hobbit are you not?"
Pain and sadness came to his eyes.
"I'm not, but my friend, Mr. Frodo, he has been badly wounded by Ringwraiths." the hobbit looked as if he were to cry. "I believe he's going to die any minute."
"Ringwraiths? Frodo?" Airesiwe was quite confused at this new information. "Tell me, where is your friend?"
"He shouldn't be far, just keep following the path. You should reach him soon." The hobbit sniffled. "My name is Samwise Gamgee by the way."
Airesiwe barely heard him, for she was already looking down the dark path.
"Airesiwe is mine, but I must make haste if I am to reach him."
Just then there was a sword at her throat. She quivered, and stared at the hobbit whose face was white.
"DON'T KILL HER PLEASE!" He managed to spit out. Airesiwe quickly grabbed the sword, cutting her hand, and brought herself up to face Aragorn and drew her arrow and bow. Both of them had a weapon and was only a couple feet away from each other. Sam's face cringed at the sight and was quite confused on who was really helping him.
"I knew it," Aragorn said, "So you are a spy."
Airesiwe's eyes were wide with hate for the new stranger.
"I'm taking the hobbit to my home." Airesiwe said coldly. "It is either you trust me, or your friend dies."
All was silent, then Sam spoke.
"Please, just let her take him." Sam wasn't sure if it was the right thing though, give up his friend to a stranger, but he could tell she was serious. "Frodo must live, he must." Sam was close to tears.
Aragorn stared at Sam, then came back to Airesiwe.
"There are Ringwraiths out there."
"I can handle them," Airesiwe said. She knew that they couldn't be worse than the screeching she heard earlier. "I do not fear them."
Aargorn stared for a very long time at Airesiwe, then finally spoke.
"We'll meet you there."
