The story of Elenion is based on the Lord of the Rings movies, directed by Peter Jackson. The characters, with the exception of Elenion, belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. Elenion is a character all my own. No copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter 2: Weathertop

Arwen and Elenion rode for what seemed an eternity until they had reached the ruins of the Weathertop watch tower. Night had fallen, and the darkness had brought with it an intense fog that Elenion had not seen the likes of in many long years.

"We must spread out to find him, Elenion. We'll have better luck that way…" Arwen said, hoping she was right.

"Let's part then," Elenion started. "I'll head up to the tower, you stay around it's base and the surrounding forest. Don't let fear cloud your mind. You'll need your wits about you. We know not what the last few hours have been like for them, especially with this fog. There has been much fear here. Go now. Call upon me if you find anything, and I will do the same."

Elenion directed her horse towards the tower. She dismounted upon reaching it's base, and no sooner than her feet touched the ground had she pulled her sais from their sheaths. She knew not what awaited her, but the air was foul to her keen senses. The fog was thick enough to blind a mere mortal, but her eyes quickly adapted and she found her way through quite easily. She searched her surroundings, stopping only when something stirred. Nearing the top, she stopped dead in her tracks. Four distinct voices rang out in her head, and she smiled to herself, knowing in her mind who it must have been. She readied herself to communicate her information to Arwen until she heard a commotion on the path behind her. In only an instant, she had pinned the point of one sai under her attacker's chin, the other rested at his side as a warning. She focused on his eyes, allowing herself to relax.

"Elenion, you've come", said a raspy voice.

"Aragorn, you should have made yourself known. Were I not a reasonable elf, you would have been dead at my feet now.." she said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"You are reasonable out of your wizard nature, dear friend. I am glad to see you.." he said in a grateful tone. She smiled in return, and started to tell him of Arwen, but was interrupted by a change of tone in the hobbits conversation. Aragorn made no notice of this, so she knew she was farther from them than she'd hoped.

"Lead me to them Aragorn….for I am hearing things you are not….." she said, receiving a confused look from Aragorn. She turned to head towards the hobbits.

"We must get to them quickly….they are in grave---" she was cut off by the most terrifying sound her sensitive ears had heard in a long time.

"Nazgul!" Aragorn spurted out, taking off in a sprint in front of her. She closed in fast behind him. Her alert to Arwen would have to wait, seeing as how she didn't have the amount of time for the concentration that telepathy demanded. She followed Aragorn higher up the watch tower side, and her ears began to hear more, and she tried her hardest to hear Frodo's thoughts. A pang of terror hit her so powerfully that she lost her footing on the path behind Aragorn. She recovered quickly. She had to. She knew information that the mortal Aragorn could not have possibly known without seeing it with his own eyes. The Ringwraiths were already to Frodo.

They reached the top of the tower, and Elenion left Aragorn's side to enter on the opposite side of the tower. She withdrew a sword from the sheath that fell across her back. She knew her sais would be of no use to Ringwraiths.

She entered the circular ruins of the watch tower in which the Nazgul were dominant. The fear of the hobbits surrounding the fourth, a sobbing Frodo, was evident. She felt their fear for her as well. She had no time to think on anything else as she realized that one of the wraiths was headed right towards her. She raised her sword in preparation to fight. Her gaze met with the red eyes of the wraith, which flickered as it came to a halt before her. She stood in slight shock as it turned on it's heels and retreated from her. It could not be that it feared her, she told herself. Yet fear was the emotion she had read in the flickering of it's eyes. Wraith upon wraith began to turn from her as she approached Aragorn, helping him fend off the ones after Frodo. The final wraith turned to run as Aragorn tossed a burning torch into it's robes. Aragorn turned to look at her with wonder.

"How did you do that?" he asked her in amazement. She ignored him.

"It's a woman," she heard one of the hobbits say. "Where did she come from?" asked another. She pushed her way over to Frodo.

"He's wounded, Aragorn." she said, turning to him as he approached her side. He reached to the ground, picking up a blade left behind by the Nazgul leader.

"A morgul blade….." he said in repugnance, dropping the handle as the blade turned to ash in front of their eyes. Frodo cried out in agony.

"Be glad it didn't complete it's task, young hobbit." Elenion said to him before turning to Aragorn.

"He is beyond my help, Elenion. He needs elvish medicine…" he said, looking to her for a response.

"We must move him from here……I need him to where I can see what I can do….even up here, my eyes are cheated…..we must get him to the forest floor…." Elenion rose to her feet as Aragorn picked up Frodo and began to head down towards the forest.

"What's going to happen to him?" one of the hobbits asked.

"Worry not, Sam," Aragorn replied hastily, "there is still time, thanks to Elenion…"

They reached the bottom of the watch tower, Frodo's state becoming more fragile by the second.

"No Frodo, stay alert," she pleaded. She sent Aragorn to look for Athalas, a weed she could use to slow Frodo's rapidly worsening condition. Sam grew impatient, asking his former question.

"What's going to happen?" he demanded to know.

"If not helped quickly, he will turn into a wraith like them." Elenion told him.

"But you can't allow that!" Sam yelled, his eyes welling up with tears. Elenion turned to him, and placed a hand across his tiny cheek.

"I would lay down my life to protect Frodo's fate, Sam. I promise, no harm will be done here. I mean not to frighten you. Be brave for me, Sam….I see the quality in your heart….Frodo needs you. All of you." she said, turning to the others as well. Aragorn soon returned, with a familiar elf on his heels. She had not been able to call out to Arwen, and was relieved to see her again. Arwen and Elenion spent some time, along with Aragorn, bent over Frodo in attempt to help him in his most desperate state.