OH MY GOD!!!! Sunday night I went to the Lord of the Rings Marathon, all
three movies in roughly ten and a half hours!!!!!!
Return of the King is sooooooooooooo good, everyone has to see it!!! I sobbed for the last hour or so!
Chapter 4.
Months after Aragorn had left, a friend of her father's Bilbo Baggins had come to Rivendell to live out the rest of his life.
Arwen had welcomed his arrival, and Luthien adored him, spending much time sitting before him and listening to the stories he told her.
His friendship with Aragorn made him closer to Luthien, for he often spoke of the Ranger to the little girl, telling all of the stories he knew of Aragorn.
Late one night, after Arwen had sung her daughter to sleep, Elrond came to see her. He waited outside the nursery until Arwen emerged.
"Arwen, there is something you must do." He began.
"What is it Ada? Is everything all right?" She asked, concerned.
"You must ride out immediately, take Asfaloth and ride West, towards Amun Sul, maybe as far West as the village of Bree. You must find Aragorn. He has four young hobbits with him, one of them carries the One Ring. It must reach Rivendell Arwen." Elrond told her, his voice deeply worried.
"Have Corbe watch over Luthien, and tell her that I love her. Tell her that I will bring her Ada with me when I come home." She told her father.
"I will Arwen. Now ride fast. May the grace of the Valar shine over you, my daughter." He said, embracing her tightly for a moment.
"Amin melath lle, Ada. Make sure you take care of my baby." She told him. *I love you, father.*
With those words she turned and hurried down to the stables where Glorfindel and Erestor held Asfaloth for her.
"Ride hard, sweet Lady." Erestor told her.
"The grace of the Valar goes with me." Arwen told him, before riding off into the night.
She searched the country, always heading West, for two days, before reaching the Trollshaws.
Messages from birds and small animals had told her that five Wraiths followed her beloved and his companions, making her hasten even more.
Her heart told her that Aragorn was near, she only had to find him.
Clearing her mind she stretched out in all directions to locate him. At once she heeled Asfaloth forward into the woods.
Finally she found trace of him, fresh footprints. She pressed Asfaloth along the trail, and seeing someone rushing away from her she dismounted, and unsheathed her sword, laying along the person's neck. As she had neared she knew that it was Aragorn. "What's this? A Ranger caught off his guard." She said softly.
He turned to face her. "Arwen." He threw both arms around her. "Thank the Valar you are here. One of the hobbits is afflicted by the wound of a Morgul Blade. He is very ill."
"Where is he?" Arwen asked. "In a clearing not far from here, in front of the stone Trolls." Aragorn told her.
"I will see you there." Arwen told him, turning to mount Asfaloth once more, and gallop towards the clearing.
Once there she dismounted hurriedly and rushed to the fallen hobbit's side. "Frodo... Im Arwen. Telin le thaed. Lasto beth nîn, tolo dan na ngalad." She said to the hobbit. *I am Arwen. I've come to help you. Hear my voice. Come back to the light.* "Frodo?" She tried again, but received no answer. She felt Aragorn enter the clearing and kneel beside her. She glanced at him, "He is not going to last. We must get him to my father."
She watched as he placed crushed athelas into the wound, and listened to Frodo's strangled cries. "There are five Wraiths behind you. Where the other four are I do not know."
"Take him to Lord Elrond." Aragorn told her. "We will follow behind." He heaved the ailing hobbit up onto Asfaloth's back.
"May the grace of the Valar go with you Aragorn, we will meet again in Rivendell." She told him, pausing as he gave her a leg into the saddle. "I will send horses for you."
"Namarie, Arwen." She heard him say softly as she gave Asfaloth his head, and the big grey sped off into the night.
She rode hard long into the night, as fast as Asfaloth could bear them, and into the next dawn.
Arwen felt the horse tiring beneath her, he'd already galloped a long journey. "Come my friend, just to the borders of Rivendell. This is all I ask of you." She said to him.
The horse snorted in reply and lowered his head, pushing himself faster, digging deeper to please his mistress.
Long into the dawn, in the open fields near the Bruinen Asfaloth shied, almost unseating her, veering off in a different direction, though still heading towards Rivendell.
Suddenly she could see a flash of darkness in the trees, and found herself urging Asfaloth faster.
As they neared the borders several of the Wraiths came into view, others she could hear crashing through the trees. A sense of urgency filled her. Asfaloth had to get them to safety, she had to get Frodo and the One Ring to Rivendell, and she had to get home to Luthien.
Steeling her courage she leaned with Asfaloth into his intricate twists and turns, always urging him faster, in an attempt to out-race the Wraiths.
She winced as a tree branch whipped across her cheeks, and felt blood drip down her face, then suddenly Asfaloth's hooves clattered on stones, slipping a little as he galloped on, into the river.
His churning legs threw up clouds of spray, drenching both her and Frodo from head to foot.
Once he had done his duty and taken his mistress and her tiny companion safely over the border, the river Bruinen, he skidded to a stop.
As they crossed the river, above the rush and swirl of water, Arwen heard a voice chanting endlessly.
Then she saw a wall of water form in the Bruinen, and watched as it crashed down onto the Wraiths, drowning their horses and washing them away.
A thunder of hoof beats approached her, making Arwen turn Asfaloth towards them and call out. "Ada help. He is fading." He voice was breathless and tainted with fear.
"Be still little Evenstar." Erestor told her, as Elrond took Frodo on his own horse Calmacil, and raced back towards Rivendell.
Erestor helped her onto another horse, and in time the two of them, accompanied by other Elven soldiers reached the fair city of Rivendell, the hidden refuge of the Elves.
Return of the King is sooooooooooooo good, everyone has to see it!!! I sobbed for the last hour or so!
Chapter 4.
Months after Aragorn had left, a friend of her father's Bilbo Baggins had come to Rivendell to live out the rest of his life.
Arwen had welcomed his arrival, and Luthien adored him, spending much time sitting before him and listening to the stories he told her.
His friendship with Aragorn made him closer to Luthien, for he often spoke of the Ranger to the little girl, telling all of the stories he knew of Aragorn.
Late one night, after Arwen had sung her daughter to sleep, Elrond came to see her. He waited outside the nursery until Arwen emerged.
"Arwen, there is something you must do." He began.
"What is it Ada? Is everything all right?" She asked, concerned.
"You must ride out immediately, take Asfaloth and ride West, towards Amun Sul, maybe as far West as the village of Bree. You must find Aragorn. He has four young hobbits with him, one of them carries the One Ring. It must reach Rivendell Arwen." Elrond told her, his voice deeply worried.
"Have Corbe watch over Luthien, and tell her that I love her. Tell her that I will bring her Ada with me when I come home." She told her father.
"I will Arwen. Now ride fast. May the grace of the Valar shine over you, my daughter." He said, embracing her tightly for a moment.
"Amin melath lle, Ada. Make sure you take care of my baby." She told him. *I love you, father.*
With those words she turned and hurried down to the stables where Glorfindel and Erestor held Asfaloth for her.
"Ride hard, sweet Lady." Erestor told her.
"The grace of the Valar goes with me." Arwen told him, before riding off into the night.
She searched the country, always heading West, for two days, before reaching the Trollshaws.
Messages from birds and small animals had told her that five Wraiths followed her beloved and his companions, making her hasten even more.
Her heart told her that Aragorn was near, she only had to find him.
Clearing her mind she stretched out in all directions to locate him. At once she heeled Asfaloth forward into the woods.
Finally she found trace of him, fresh footprints. She pressed Asfaloth along the trail, and seeing someone rushing away from her she dismounted, and unsheathed her sword, laying along the person's neck. As she had neared she knew that it was Aragorn. "What's this? A Ranger caught off his guard." She said softly.
He turned to face her. "Arwen." He threw both arms around her. "Thank the Valar you are here. One of the hobbits is afflicted by the wound of a Morgul Blade. He is very ill."
"Where is he?" Arwen asked. "In a clearing not far from here, in front of the stone Trolls." Aragorn told her.
"I will see you there." Arwen told him, turning to mount Asfaloth once more, and gallop towards the clearing.
Once there she dismounted hurriedly and rushed to the fallen hobbit's side. "Frodo... Im Arwen. Telin le thaed. Lasto beth nîn, tolo dan na ngalad." She said to the hobbit. *I am Arwen. I've come to help you. Hear my voice. Come back to the light.* "Frodo?" She tried again, but received no answer. She felt Aragorn enter the clearing and kneel beside her. She glanced at him, "He is not going to last. We must get him to my father."
She watched as he placed crushed athelas into the wound, and listened to Frodo's strangled cries. "There are five Wraiths behind you. Where the other four are I do not know."
"Take him to Lord Elrond." Aragorn told her. "We will follow behind." He heaved the ailing hobbit up onto Asfaloth's back.
"May the grace of the Valar go with you Aragorn, we will meet again in Rivendell." She told him, pausing as he gave her a leg into the saddle. "I will send horses for you."
"Namarie, Arwen." She heard him say softly as she gave Asfaloth his head, and the big grey sped off into the night.
She rode hard long into the night, as fast as Asfaloth could bear them, and into the next dawn.
Arwen felt the horse tiring beneath her, he'd already galloped a long journey. "Come my friend, just to the borders of Rivendell. This is all I ask of you." She said to him.
The horse snorted in reply and lowered his head, pushing himself faster, digging deeper to please his mistress.
Long into the dawn, in the open fields near the Bruinen Asfaloth shied, almost unseating her, veering off in a different direction, though still heading towards Rivendell.
Suddenly she could see a flash of darkness in the trees, and found herself urging Asfaloth faster.
As they neared the borders several of the Wraiths came into view, others she could hear crashing through the trees. A sense of urgency filled her. Asfaloth had to get them to safety, she had to get Frodo and the One Ring to Rivendell, and she had to get home to Luthien.
Steeling her courage she leaned with Asfaloth into his intricate twists and turns, always urging him faster, in an attempt to out-race the Wraiths.
She winced as a tree branch whipped across her cheeks, and felt blood drip down her face, then suddenly Asfaloth's hooves clattered on stones, slipping a little as he galloped on, into the river.
His churning legs threw up clouds of spray, drenching both her and Frodo from head to foot.
Once he had done his duty and taken his mistress and her tiny companion safely over the border, the river Bruinen, he skidded to a stop.
As they crossed the river, above the rush and swirl of water, Arwen heard a voice chanting endlessly.
Then she saw a wall of water form in the Bruinen, and watched as it crashed down onto the Wraiths, drowning their horses and washing them away.
A thunder of hoof beats approached her, making Arwen turn Asfaloth towards them and call out. "Ada help. He is fading." He voice was breathless and tainted with fear.
"Be still little Evenstar." Erestor told her, as Elrond took Frodo on his own horse Calmacil, and raced back towards Rivendell.
Erestor helped her onto another horse, and in time the two of them, accompanied by other Elven soldiers reached the fair city of Rivendell, the hidden refuge of the Elves.