Oh my gosh, it's been forever! Everyone's probably forgotten all about me! Oh, well, hopefully this will refresh everyone's memory. Sorry about the extremely long wait. Enjoy the next chapter, and please review!

The next morning, Glorfindel woke early and hastily aroused the others.

"Come," he said, "the journey is long, and it is vital that we reach Elrond as quickly as we may."

Sam headed over to Frodo, gently touching his master's good shoulder and calling his name in a soft, gentle voice.

"Come, Master Frodo," he crooned, "ye've got to be wakin' up, now. We need to get ye to Rivendell, where Elrond can tend ye."

Frodo groaned as Samwise helped him stand.

"You will ride my horse," Glorfindel said, as Samwise guided Frodo over to the huge white mount.

"No," Frodo said suddenly, struggling to stand on his own. He was tired of being weak, tired of causing all of the trouble. "No! I will not ride ahead and leave my friends behind in danger."

Glorfindel laughed.

"I doubt very much that they will be in much danger once they are not with you," he said. "You must get to Rivendell quickly. My horse is swift and gentle, and he will bear whomever I command him to. You must ride."

Frodo was too tired to further protest. He allowed Sam and Glorfindel to help him mount, and they set off towards the Elven haven.