Time was all that mattered to Airesiwe now. Time. So precious, yet if you
waste it, it can cost you the dearest of friends. She ran back to camp and
looked before her with a horrid look on her face. Sam was cornered by a
stray wolf from Isengard, but she knew it was no accident. From far away,
someone was plotting against her beyond her will, though she did not know
who. But for now, that didn't matter. Airesiwe grabbed an arrow from her
pouch and used her bow to aim it at the creature. The wolf sniffed the air,
turned, and growled at her as if accepting her challenge. She released the
arrow and it flew at the creature, but it wasn't enough.
"Stay close," she whispered to Frodo who was standing near her, "don't go after Sam." She could feel Frodo's gaze upon her when she said this, but she dared not move her head. The creature growled in pain, and turned from Sam making its way towards Airesiwe. Airesiwe did not panic, for this was nothing like she had planned. Instead, she simply grabbed an arrow and held it out in front of her. The animal charged and ran right into it. Airesiwe pulled it out of the creatures body and stabbed it again. She would not show it any mercy. Once the creature was dead, Airesiwe gathered her arrows and walked over to Sam.
"Are you okay?" she said softly to Sam who was cowering in the spot they found him in.
"I'm...I'm quite all right thank you," Sam said, trying to sound tough, but Airesiwe knew that was not so. She chuckled and turned towards Frodo.
"I would wish for you and Sam to stay here," she said looking back at Sam while she spoke. "Hide somewhere, anywhere, in a hole or something," she said while smiling.
Suddenly a rustling sound came from the bushes nearby. Airesiwe whipped around saw two more wolves appear from them. She turned and saw three more from behind a large clump of trees.
"GET BEHIND ME!" she yelled. The two hobbits did as told and ran behind her. The five wolves surrounded them. "You going to have to fight them," Airesiwe yelled to the two hobbits while getting out her bow and arrows. "As long as you know you can beat them, you will," she said to herself, but she knew the hobbits heard her as well.
The first one to pounce was the one on the far left of the line that had formed in front of her. She attacked it, flinging arrows at it constantly. She found out while fighting that their weak spots were along the back of their necks. That was her target most of the time, and it worked. One by one, the wolves were defeated by the help of Frodo and Sam and her. All but the last one. She was on her last arrow, so she had to make it last. She shot at it, and it hit it in the head. Satisfied, she headed over towards it to retrieve her arrow. As she reached down to pick it up, she was more than surprised to see that it was still alive. She looked into the creature's eyes and without warning, felt sorry for it. It was full of pain, and suffering by the minute. The innocent eyes reminded her of Firnephel. Oh how she missed him! Tears welled up in her eyes, but she shook them off when she returned back to reality. The hobbits knelt down besides her looking at the beast.
"Maybe it's a sign," Sam said thoughtfully.
Airesiwe paused for a moment. "What's that supposed to mean?"
All of a sudden, more loud roaring could be heard. Airesiwe stood up quickly and turned to Sam.
"Your sword...can I borrow it for a brief second?"
"I guess..." the young hobbit said while looking at his sword one last time. He gave it to Airesiwe who ran in front of them to face the next set of wolves to come. Sure enough, they came, but with so many more. Instead of five, now about ten approached them. She backed up, unsure if she could take them or not, when she bumped into something furry behind her. She slowly turned her head and saw that the wounded wolf was behind her growling. 'No...' she thought to herself, 'No not now not now!' She took her sword and ran. The wounded wolf ran after her, followed by the other ten. She met up with the hobbits, who were already far ahead, and lead the way.
"KEEP UP! DON'T LOOK BACK!" Airesiwe shouted while running ahead at full speed. She jumped over rocks and streams and didn't think once about looking back, but she did, and was glad. For Sam had fallen and was now surrounded by these wolves. Airesiwe turned around and held Sam's sword in her hand. With a sudden urge, she did a war cry and stabbed one of the backs of the wolves. She did the same to another, but by that time they were all upon her. She was outnumbered badly, but nevertheless, she kept fighting. Bite after bite, scratch after scratch was all the more painful to Airesiwe. Time when by, and she only killed two. She could almost feel herself shutting down on her, but she wouldn't let herself. 'Three, four,' she counted in her head. Her hands ached, and she felt a strong shove on her shoulder. She fell, crashing to the ground, and opened her eyes to see that it was Frodo and Sam.
"We won't let you win this alone!" Frodo shouted while piercing the neck of a nearby wolf. "It's our turn now!"
Airesiwe chuckled to herself, and managed to pull herself up. She stared at the seven wolves still left, and staggered over towards one. Lifting her sword, then thrashing it against the wolf was all it took to kill it. Proud of her short victory, she moved on to the next one, then the next, and the next. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they had finished all of the wolves off. Exhausted, Airesiwe toppled to the ground breathing heavily, as so did the hobbits. They laid on their backs for awhile, taking in the rotting odor of the nearby bodies of wolves.
"That was easy." Sam stated suddenly. Airesiwe and Frodo laughed until they couldn't breathe anymore. But it was not the end. As Airesiwe got up, she spotted the wounded wolf, that she felt sorry for, crouching into a pouncing position, aiming right at Airesiwe. She stood in shock. Not knowing, and not having the strength to fight, she ran.
The hobbits trailed close behind her, and lucky for her, the beast was slow. She ran and saw light. It was already starting to become dawn in the forest, and the sun had a red glow to it. They were coming to a cliff, like the one that she slept near the night she had the horrible dream. She looked back and saw Frodo and Sam still running from the beast, but they were well ahead of it. Laughing, Airesiwe turned around and nearly fell off the cliff. Luckily, Frodo was behind her and caught her right before she tumbled to her death. Breathing heavily, she peered over and saw a tree sticking out from the cliffside. It was quite a ways down. Before she had any time to think though, someone pushed into Frodo, causing a chain reaction. Frodo released Airesiwe, as she fell. It all happened so fast, and before Airesiwe knew it, she was already a quarter of a way down the steep cliff.
"FRODOOOO!" she yelled while falling. It didn't last long however. Something hit her head, and she gave up. On Frodo, on herself, and on her one and only life. 'I will miss him,' she said quietly as she fell into a dark world, and a deep sleep.
"Stay close," she whispered to Frodo who was standing near her, "don't go after Sam." She could feel Frodo's gaze upon her when she said this, but she dared not move her head. The creature growled in pain, and turned from Sam making its way towards Airesiwe. Airesiwe did not panic, for this was nothing like she had planned. Instead, she simply grabbed an arrow and held it out in front of her. The animal charged and ran right into it. Airesiwe pulled it out of the creatures body and stabbed it again. She would not show it any mercy. Once the creature was dead, Airesiwe gathered her arrows and walked over to Sam.
"Are you okay?" she said softly to Sam who was cowering in the spot they found him in.
"I'm...I'm quite all right thank you," Sam said, trying to sound tough, but Airesiwe knew that was not so. She chuckled and turned towards Frodo.
"I would wish for you and Sam to stay here," she said looking back at Sam while she spoke. "Hide somewhere, anywhere, in a hole or something," she said while smiling.
Suddenly a rustling sound came from the bushes nearby. Airesiwe whipped around saw two more wolves appear from them. She turned and saw three more from behind a large clump of trees.
"GET BEHIND ME!" she yelled. The two hobbits did as told and ran behind her. The five wolves surrounded them. "You going to have to fight them," Airesiwe yelled to the two hobbits while getting out her bow and arrows. "As long as you know you can beat them, you will," she said to herself, but she knew the hobbits heard her as well.
The first one to pounce was the one on the far left of the line that had formed in front of her. She attacked it, flinging arrows at it constantly. She found out while fighting that their weak spots were along the back of their necks. That was her target most of the time, and it worked. One by one, the wolves were defeated by the help of Frodo and Sam and her. All but the last one. She was on her last arrow, so she had to make it last. She shot at it, and it hit it in the head. Satisfied, she headed over towards it to retrieve her arrow. As she reached down to pick it up, she was more than surprised to see that it was still alive. She looked into the creature's eyes and without warning, felt sorry for it. It was full of pain, and suffering by the minute. The innocent eyes reminded her of Firnephel. Oh how she missed him! Tears welled up in her eyes, but she shook them off when she returned back to reality. The hobbits knelt down besides her looking at the beast.
"Maybe it's a sign," Sam said thoughtfully.
Airesiwe paused for a moment. "What's that supposed to mean?"
All of a sudden, more loud roaring could be heard. Airesiwe stood up quickly and turned to Sam.
"Your sword...can I borrow it for a brief second?"
"I guess..." the young hobbit said while looking at his sword one last time. He gave it to Airesiwe who ran in front of them to face the next set of wolves to come. Sure enough, they came, but with so many more. Instead of five, now about ten approached them. She backed up, unsure if she could take them or not, when she bumped into something furry behind her. She slowly turned her head and saw that the wounded wolf was behind her growling. 'No...' she thought to herself, 'No not now not now!' She took her sword and ran. The wounded wolf ran after her, followed by the other ten. She met up with the hobbits, who were already far ahead, and lead the way.
"KEEP UP! DON'T LOOK BACK!" Airesiwe shouted while running ahead at full speed. She jumped over rocks and streams and didn't think once about looking back, but she did, and was glad. For Sam had fallen and was now surrounded by these wolves. Airesiwe turned around and held Sam's sword in her hand. With a sudden urge, she did a war cry and stabbed one of the backs of the wolves. She did the same to another, but by that time they were all upon her. She was outnumbered badly, but nevertheless, she kept fighting. Bite after bite, scratch after scratch was all the more painful to Airesiwe. Time when by, and she only killed two. She could almost feel herself shutting down on her, but she wouldn't let herself. 'Three, four,' she counted in her head. Her hands ached, and she felt a strong shove on her shoulder. She fell, crashing to the ground, and opened her eyes to see that it was Frodo and Sam.
"We won't let you win this alone!" Frodo shouted while piercing the neck of a nearby wolf. "It's our turn now!"
Airesiwe chuckled to herself, and managed to pull herself up. She stared at the seven wolves still left, and staggered over towards one. Lifting her sword, then thrashing it against the wolf was all it took to kill it. Proud of her short victory, she moved on to the next one, then the next, and the next. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they had finished all of the wolves off. Exhausted, Airesiwe toppled to the ground breathing heavily, as so did the hobbits. They laid on their backs for awhile, taking in the rotting odor of the nearby bodies of wolves.
"That was easy." Sam stated suddenly. Airesiwe and Frodo laughed until they couldn't breathe anymore. But it was not the end. As Airesiwe got up, she spotted the wounded wolf, that she felt sorry for, crouching into a pouncing position, aiming right at Airesiwe. She stood in shock. Not knowing, and not having the strength to fight, she ran.
The hobbits trailed close behind her, and lucky for her, the beast was slow. She ran and saw light. It was already starting to become dawn in the forest, and the sun had a red glow to it. They were coming to a cliff, like the one that she slept near the night she had the horrible dream. She looked back and saw Frodo and Sam still running from the beast, but they were well ahead of it. Laughing, Airesiwe turned around and nearly fell off the cliff. Luckily, Frodo was behind her and caught her right before she tumbled to her death. Breathing heavily, she peered over and saw a tree sticking out from the cliffside. It was quite a ways down. Before she had any time to think though, someone pushed into Frodo, causing a chain reaction. Frodo released Airesiwe, as she fell. It all happened so fast, and before Airesiwe knew it, she was already a quarter of a way down the steep cliff.
"FRODOOOO!" she yelled while falling. It didn't last long however. Something hit her head, and she gave up. On Frodo, on herself, and on her one and only life. 'I will miss him,' she said quietly as she fell into a dark world, and a deep sleep.