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XXXXChapter 4: My Little Deor
Damn it. I thought Tilly was the only one who could make me do anything. How wrong I was. It has been about a week sense we left Bree behind. At this point we are some where on our way to Rivendell. I have often heard about the last homely house of the elves where anyone of any race was welcome. The hobbits are still wary of Strider while I am bluntly ignoring him.
One thing I have found out early is that the little one is very naive. The others have a slim knowing of what is before them. They know it is dangerous. Pippin, on the other hand, is cheerful and sociable. He seems to want to know everything about the world. It lightens my heart to see him pestering the other hobbits with his questions. He has even warmed up to Strider. He is especially close to his cousin Merry. They are inseparable. I have now grown fond of all hobbits now even Frodo.
We've made camp for the night on a place called Weathertop. It is made on top of a hill with towering stone pillars surrounding it. For the past few days a small fawn has been following us as we travel. He now sleeps and eats with us. He is a playful little thing. I have decided to call him Deor, which means deer in the land of Rohan. It is amusing to see that he follows me everywhere. Like right now when I have climbed to the top of the hill. He has made himself comfortable on my lap. The stars are not out making the surroundings dark. This does not bother me as I am meditating. It is the way I control my "magic" and keep it inside my skin.
Suddenly a shrill screech reaches my ears along with the patter of feet on the steps. The hobbits tumble into the circle closely followed by the Black Riders. I spring to my feet rushing in front of the hobbits with Deor behind me. Just as I am calling to the winds I am thrown backwards with a throbbing jaw. In those few moments they get through to Frodo who miraculously disappears. I can see a shady outline of him when a rider stabs him with a short dagger. I snap out of my trance when Frodo screams in pain. Regaining my instincts I quickly blow the rider away with winds when Strider leaps into the boundaries with a flaming stick. Within minutes they have gone leaving us feeling not exactly whole.
Without talk we plunge back into the wild swiftly making our way to Rivendell. After what felt like days we stop beneath 3 monstrous stone trolls. Merry fills me in on how Bilbo, who is Frodo's uncle, had a great adventure with Smaug the dragon. These trolls are apart of that journey. I am mopping up Frodo's brow with a wet towel when Strider pulls Sam away from the rest.
"Do you know the Athelas plant Sam?" He asks softly.
"Athelas?"
"Kingsfoil."
"Aye, it's a weed," Sam was confused
"It may help to slow the poison," Strider turns to me saying, "Watch over them. We will be back soon."
"Okay."
When they leave I send out my winds to warn me if anything comes towards us. Roughly 10 minutes later Strider and Sam return but they are not alone. An Elf-maiden accompanied they to our spot. Her voice lifted and flowed catching everyone's attention. After she was finished talking Frodo seemed to get better. His eyes didn't seem as, well, green as they were before.
"We must get him to my father," the elf said to Strider.
She looked over our small band finally resting her gaze on me. Without further hesitation they lifted Frodo onto her horse speaking in elvish then finally the in the common tongue.
"I do not fear them," she said.
There was major chemistry between these two.
"Arwen. Ride hard and don't look back."
She left us moving swiftly through the forest.
"She is taking him to Rivendell?" I ask when at the same time Sam yells, "What did you do that for?!"
He nods to me in answer but will not respond to Sam. Motioning us to follow him we start after them.
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