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 3: Escape to Rivendell
"We must get him to my father," Arwen said. Taking no time to comment, Aragorn lifted Frodo up onto Arwen's horse.
"I wish you would stay with the hobbits…let me take him into Rivendell…" Aragorn mentioned. Elenion sat back and watched for a moment, deeply regretting that they would have to part for any amount of time. Her dream flickered again in her mind. It had become a constant presence. A distraction to her main course in life. Who was he? Would she ever find her true love, as Arwen had found in Aragorn? She soon snapped back into reality when her gaze fell upon Frodo. Her heart cried out for him upon sight and her patience began to run thin.
"We have not the time for a debate on who should do what. We must get Frodo to Rivendell."
"Elenion is right," Aragorn said to Arwen as he stroked her face. "Ride hard, Arwen."
"I will," she promised, and both of them prepared to head out. Elenion turned to the hobbits.
"Do not lose faith, my friends. Frodo will await your arrival in Rivendell." She directed her horse alongside Arwen's.
"Lead the way, Arwen. Don't look back, even for me. I'm right behind you."
Arwen said her last goodbye to Aragorn, then he came alongside Elenion as Arwen rode off.
"I'm trusting you with their safety," he said. Elenion smirked at him.
"Fear not. I believe I have a way with wraiths….though the thought is troubling…." she stated with a cynical smile. Aragorn smiled.
"It does not trouble me so much. Now ride." He patted the horse on it's hindquarters, sending it off on it's way after Arwen and Frodo. Both elves were once again riding fast towards their destination. Only this time, they were the hunted.
It did not take the wraiths long to track the ring. All nine of them trailed the two elves, full concentration on the ring, and the effect was weighing heavily on their hobbit counterpart. Though Elenion was with Arwen, her presence would take no toll on the wraiths if she could not break their focus. Having figured this out, she rode closely behind Arwen, blocking the wraiths behind her, and keeping keen eyes on the ones to the sides. Sais drawn, she darted around the sides of Arwen and trailed back in line behind her as the wraiths took chances going for the ring and for Frodo. The wraiths were dangerously close to achieving their goal, and Elenion was close to panic when one gave her an opportunity to reinforce her presence. A wraith darted in alongside Arwen, reaching a hand towards Frodo, and got so close that Frodo, overcome by the ring, felt the tendency to lean towards the wraith calling out to it. Elenion steered her horse in between Arwen's and the wraith's, and brought her sai down into it's forearm, slicing the black material draped over it's bony existence. The glowing red eyes met her own, and the vile creature turned its horse away quickly, shrieking with all of its might. It was followed temporarily by its companions, giving Elenion and Arwen a little bit of a lead.
Elenion took advantage of their lead and mumbled a fairy blessing, placing upon herself and Arwen a spell of speed and of courage, a rare spell she had learned from her mother. Few knew it, and even fewer spoke it, but Elenion carried with her the dire urgency the spell required, and felt the risk considerable. Soon the wraiths were lagging behind, but not by much. The two elves darted in and out of trees, to slow the wraiths down even more. The river was ahead, and with the last bit of energy the horses possessed, they ran through the waters of the river and made safe passage to the other side. They stopped, allowing their horses a breather. The wraiths, one by one, appeared on the opposite bank, swords drawn, eyes glowing. Their hatred weighed on Elenion and Arwen, and especially Frodo.
"Give up the Halfling, she-elf," said the whispy strained voice of their leader.
"If you want him, come and claim him," Arwen said, sounding much braver than she really felt.
The Nazgul, swords drawn, began to lead their horses into the river. Arwen began to chant an elven spell upon the water.
"Nin o Chithaeglir lasto beth daer; Rimmo nin Bruinen dan in Ulaer! Nin o Chithaeglir lasto beth daer; Rimmo nin Bruinen dan in Ulaer!"
The river began to flow deeper, and the waves, as they tumbled forth around the bend in the mountains, formed into the shapes of great horses, stampeding the Nazgul that waded in the water just off shore from Arwen and Elenion, who had her bow drawn this time. Not expecting the water horses, she watched in awe as the Nazgul were washed along down the river, horses drawn out from underneath them. Soon they were nothing but black specks among the rocks of the river. Elenion had heard of this spell, but had never seen it, and for the moment, was caught up in its beauty. She soon was snapped back into reality as Frodo gasped in pain. Jumping down from their horses, Elenion and Arwen gently laid Frodo upon the bank of the river, trying to coax him back.
"No, Frodo, please don't give in……not now…," Arwen pleaded with the hobbit, but it was no good. Elenion leaned in with Arwen, who was hugging Frodo to her chest.
"Arwen, we must get him to your father. This is beyond either of us….." Elenion said, not knowing what else to say at the moment. The sight of the hobbit in pain tugged at her very soul, and she knew it did the same for Arwen. Arwen lingered over the hobbit one moment longer.
"What grace has given me, let it pass to him. Let him be spared….." Arwen's voice lingered upon the air. Elenion, fighting with her own strength, for Frodo's and for Arwen's sake, took Frodo and headed along into the realm of Rivendell, where Elrond awaited their return.