She entered Rivendell with great sadness, walking slowly on Firnephel. 'We tried our best' she kept telling

herself, but she knew that she must have done something wrong. Elrond and Arwen, along with some other

elves were already at the entrance waiting for her, and when she came in, Elrond took Frodo off carefully

and carried him to a nearby room. Airesiwe walked Firnephel back to the field of horses and talked to him

for awhile.

"You did a good job, you know that?" Airesiwe said. "If it wasn't for you I wouldn't even be alive." Tears

welled up in Airesiwe's eyes. "So many things have happened, so many things.." Airesiwe dozed of by a

nearby tree, and seemed to hear shouting in the distance.

Airesiwe awoke to a wet cloth on her head. She was in her room and golden sunlight poured in.

"Finally, you awake from your ever-long beauty sleep," a voice said. She turned around and saw Arwen

standing by her holding a wet cloth to her head.

"What happened? What time is it?" Airesiwe was quite confused at all that was happening.

"You passed out by the field of horses."

"Passed out? I thought I fell asleep."

"Asleep? Hm.I doubt that. You usually don't sleep that long. It's been a whole day. You have a pretty big

bump on your head, it was bleeding a bit when I found you." Arwen said. "How did you get that bump?"

"I'm.I guess I just fell, yes I fell in the woods. Is it really that bad?" Airesiwe touched her forehead, only

to feel a sticky substance in the process.

"It's getting better," Arwen smiled. "I thought you were shot when I found you."

"Is that what the screaming was?"

"Screaming? Well, I wasn't that scared. Why? Did you hear screaming."

"Yes.but I guess it was nothing."

"Oh yes, by the way, the hobbit, you know the one you rescued? He's doing just fine now. It was as if some

magical power helped heal him, and I don't think it was one of Elrond's."

Airesiwe smiled. 'So my last power wasn't such a waste after all.' "Do you mind if I see him? I just want to

make sure he's ok."

Arwen had a look of shock on her face. "Funny, that's just what he said about you."

Airesiwe walked over to the guest room, a decent spot in Rivendell. The window faced the city of

Rivendell, and near it was a fountain. Birds chirped as sunlight poured into the room. She walked in.

Frodo was lying on his back staring at the ceiling smiling, and an old wizard was sitting in a nearby chair.

Turning to leave, Airesiwe walked out, but was stopped suddenly by the wizard.

"Oh, don't mind me Airesiwe, come in," the wizard's blue eyes shone. "My name is Gandalf, and you must

know Frodo," he smiled once more.

"Yes, I do. I just wanted to drop in and see how he was doing. Has he healed completely?" Airesiwe said in

wonder.

"Thanks to a mysterious power and the medicine of Elrond, he is on the brink to a full recovery."

All the time Frodo was staring at Airesiwe with a shy look on his face. She could hear Gandalf, but

everything seemed to become a blur.

"You know Airesiwe, why we had to bring him to Rivendell, do you not?" Gandalf asked.

"Hmmm hmm." Airesiwe wasn't really listening, nor thinking.

"Good, because you have been invited to the council of Elrond tomorrow morning." Gandalf smiled. "There

are some matters that we must discuss."

That night Airesiwe couldn't stop thinking about Frodo. Who was he? And why was he so special? She

pondered for awhile then decided to go to Frodo's room. She had a special sword that an old friend gave to

Arwen, then passed on to her. It was a sword, but not just any sword. The same short sword that she had

used to fight the shadows. It glowed a bright blue when orcs were close, therefore making it very useful.

Airesiwe, however, rarely used it. The only time she had was when she met up with the strangers in the

dark. Otherwise she had encountered no evil in the wood's of Rivendell, or Rivendell itself.

She carried the sword to Frodo's room and looked inside. The moonlight shone through the window, as if

replacing the sun's light. She crept over to his bed, as not to disturb him. He was sitting on the edge of his

bed looking out the window, his back turned against her. She quietly sat down next to him and he jumped.

"WHO-..oh my, I'm sorry Airesiwe, I, I guess I didn't see you." He looked quite shooken up.

"That's fine, I get spooked all the time too." Airesiwe handed the sword to Frodo. "Maybe this will ease the

fear."

Frodo stared at the sword for a long time, then finally stood up and pulled the sword out. It shone silver and

rays of moonlight bounced off and lit up the room. Airesiwe smiled, proud of her action, when she saw

something in the distance. At first it was hard to tell what it was. She thought it was a star. She stood up and

walked towards the window and stared at the "star". The red glow came closer and closer until it was clear

what it was. An orange eye glared at Airesiwe as black speech echoed around her. She shivered then

screamed and fell to the floor. She closed her eyes and panted.

"Airesiwe?" Faint voices could be heard, but she no longer recognized them. She got up, opened her eyes

and saw Frodo watching her with intense eyes.

"Are you ok?" Airesiwe felt faint, and staggered out the door. The moonlight scared her, and she was afraid

to close her eyes once more. Her stagger turned into a run towards her room, her bed. She flopped on it and

sobbed. Fearing on what would happen the next day.