Hey guys! I know Devious-WildChild wrote this first, and yes! It is the same person here, don't worry! I took off my stories to edit them a little bit, then my account went all crazy and I couldn't get back into it to post them back on. So I had to make a new account. Lucky I'd already taken my stories off in my other account eh? 

Anyway, so here it is. There are a few more chapters that I've added, so enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters apart from the Phoenix.

Ps. I've created the character of the Phoenix based mostly on stuff I've made up and stuff that I already know. It might not be really much like what a real Phoenix is like, but hey this is my story, and I make what happens here! XD

Pss. To those who have read it before, I've realised how Mary-Sue-Ish it was and I've done my best to try and reverse it!

SandraSmit19 - u said u wanted Glorfindel to pick up Frodo instead of Arwen, so I decided to take ur advice :D Just of those who wanna laugh at me coz I don't know much bout da book (im basing ma fanfic on da moviez) im kinda gonna make it up az I go.

Chapter four:

Rivendell

"We're six days from Rivendell! He'll never make it!" cried Sam.

Aragorn carried Frodo over his shoulder. The others followed close by. They ran as fast as they could towards Rivendell until their lungs felt as if they would burst. They stopped, gasping for air, their legs shaking from running for so long. The hobbits especially. They had to put in twice as much effort to keep up with Faye and Aragorn.

Aragorn gently lay Frodo on a bed of soft moss. Sam did his best to keep Frodo conscious. It didn't seem to be working though. Frodo was becoming more delirious and weaker by the moment.

Faye gently rested a hand on his forehead and grimaced.
"He's going cold." She said. Sam's face looked worried.
"Strider!" he shouted. Aragorn came to his side. He could tell what was happening, without any words being said. Sam's eyes said everything.
"He's passing into the shadow world; he'll soon become a wraith like them." He said grimly.

Sam became distressed. "Well, what do we do?" he asked. Aragorn paused for a few moments. "There is nothing we can do, but get him to Rivendell as fast as possible."
"That can't be the only way! There has to b-" Aragorn silenced him, his eyes scanning their surroundings. His ears picked up something, but he could not tell what. Sam gulped and held his breath.

"I hope it's not them wring wraiths." He whispered
"Horse hooves." Said Aragorn, identifying the sound.

"Hide!" he warned the others, preparing for the worst – another Nazgul attack.

Faye grabbed Frodo and hid behind a large Tree. The hobbits, being so small managed to hide in the bushes. Aragorn stood where he was and drew his sword. Awaiting the horse and its rider to show itself. A dim ringing could be heard, almost like the sound of small bells tinkling.

"That doesn't sound like a dark rider's horse." Whispered Merry to Pippin. It was true, it didn't sound like a dark rider's horse, yet they stayed in their hiding places suspicious of who this rider was.

Clearer and nearer the bells rang. The hobbits and Faye peered from their hiding spots. Suddenly, a gleaming white horse came into view, running swiftly. The rider's cloak streamed behind him. It's hood pulled back exposing his golden hair, flowing and shimmering in the wind. The rider was tall and fair and sat gracefully upon the pure white horse.

The horse halted a few feet before Aragorn. The rider dismounted and walked gracefully towards Strider. Strider's expression was joyfull.

"Ai na vedui Dunadan! Mae govannen!" The elf's clear ringing voice cried in welcome.

The others, realising that the rider was a friend instead of a foe came out from their hiding spots. They stood together, not far from Strider and the elf. They watched as the two began speaking urgently in Elvish. Faye still carried Frodo in her arms.

A few moments later, Strider beckoned to the others. Obediently they came to stand by him.
"This is Glorfindel, who dwells in the house of Elrond." Said Strider, introducing the elf.

"We have no time for introductions." Said the elf urgently. His eyes gazed at Faye and the hobbit she held in her arms.
"Is this not the ring-bearer?" he asked. Aragorn nodded. The elf advanced and inspected Frodo's wound. His expression was grim.
"We must get him to Rivendell fast. He will not live much longer." Said Glorfindel.
"Why are we wasting our time talking? Shouldn't we be making our way there then!" cried Sam urgently. Tears where forming in his eyes, he feared for his friends life.

Glorfindel nodded, quickly making a decision.
"I shall take him there. I will send horses for you when I arrive." He said, putting Frodo in his horse's saddle. Aragorn nodded in agreement. Glorfindel then jumped onto the horses back and sped away. Faye, Aragorn and the hobbits watched as the horse disappeared into the darkness.

Sam allowed the tears to fall freely down his cheeks. Faye knelt before him.
"Do not worry." She said comfortingly. "The power of the elves will protect him. He will be alright." She wiped the tears away from Sam's cheeks and hugged him consolingly.