Chapter 3
Return of the Ranger
Aragorn settled down at a corner of the room. No one took any notice of him. To them he was just a Ranger, one of the dangerous folk wandering the wild. Dressed all in black he was a threatening figure to anyone who dared to cross his path. With a mug of ale beside him, he lit his pipe and surveyed the pub, looking for anything unusual. Gandalf had been his usual self, telling him nothing but to look out for anything out of the ordinary. Like he didn't do that all ready. He sighed and drew deeply on his pipe. A blast of cool air told him someone had just entered the tavern. He looked round and sat up little straighter. Some Southerners had just entered. Aragorn had been watching them over the past few days that he had bee in Bree. They were strange folk and he was wary of them. Not many strangers came to Bree now. They settled down by the bar and ordered their drink before engaging some locals in conversation. Aragorn had half a mind to tell the locals not to talk to them but they would not listen to him.
Another blast of cool air came in and again Aragorn looked over. This time he sat up much straighter and leaned forward in interest. Four hobbits had entered the building. If Southerners were rare, hobbits were even rarer. He watched them talk to the innkeeper, a man called Butterbur. He could not hear them from the racket coming from everyone else. He noticed that they looked worried about something. He knew how they felt. He had been waiting for Gandalf for some days but he had not appeared. The hobbits had gone to their rooms and it was some time before they re-entered the bar area.
They had been sitting, eating and drinking for some time before Aragorn heard anything that interested him. They were talking about the wizard Gandalf. So these were the hobbits he was looking for. One of the hobbits kept looking over his shoulder at the door. Another one of the hobbits turned to him and said,
"Don't worry Sam. He'll come."
A third hobbit had come back from the bar with a pint of ale. The last and final hobbit looked at him in amazement at what he had bought.
"What's that?"
"This, my friend" said the third hobbit "Is a pint."
The other hobbit looked in amazement at him.
"It comes in pints?" He asked. "I'm getting one." He shot off to the bar and the hobbit called Sam called after him
"You've had a whole half already."
But the excited hobbit did not listen. Sam turned to the hobbit that had been talking to him and whispered something in his ear. The hobbit glanced up and looked at Aragorn, then called Butterbur over and the man bent down to listen to him. The man glanced up over at him and turned back to the hobbit. He didn't speak quietly so Aragorn was able to hear what was being said.
"Him? He's one of them Rangers. Dangerous folk, wandering the wilds. What his right name is I don't know but round here he's known as Strider."
Aragorn listened with interest at this description of him. He smiled grimly at being one of them dangerous folk. If only they knew.
Aragorn noticed that the hobbit up at the bar was talking to some of the folk and Butterbur.
"Baggins? Sure I know a Baggins, Frodo Baggins. He's my second cousin once removed on my mother's side."
Aragorn glanced back towards the hobbit named Frodo. He was fingering something until he heard what the big-mouthed hobbit had said. He glanced towards Sam and ran up to the counter and pulled at the hobbit.
"Steady on Frodo."
Frodo slipped back and fell over a foot. Something flew out of his hand and Aragorn looked up, half with interest, half with fear. Something glinted gold in the light and fell down towards the floor. Frodo outstretched his hand and the thing slipped onto his finger and he promptly disappeared. Aragorn leapt up and looked round. Most of the bar's occupants had seen the hobbit disappear and had looked round expressing surprise. Aragorn glanced towards the other hobbits. Sam and the other one stared towards where Frodo had last been and the other hobbit at the bar turned around, not seeming to believe his eyes. Aragorn made swiftly towards the floor and looked round to see if the hobbit reappeared anywhere. After a few moments he appeared and glanced round but the bar and its occupants had gone back to their own drinks and conversations. Aragorn darted forward and grabbed the hobbit by the shoulder before hauling him up and shoving him against the wall.
"You draw far too much attention to yourself Mr Underhill."
Then he picked up the hobbit, placed him on the stairs and shoved him upwards. The hobbit had no choice but to oblige. Aragorn pushed him through a door to his room and shut it behind him. The hobbit scrambled towards the fireplace and stood up.
"That is not trinket you carry." Aragorn told the hobbit.
"I carry nothing." The frightened hobbit replied.
"Indeed." Aragorn mocked him. He moved over to the window. "I can avoid being seen if I wish, but to disappear entirely that is a rare gift." Here Aragorn threw back the cloak covering his head.
He moved forwards towards the hobbit but was interrupted by the remaining 3 hobbits bursting through the door, Sam already in a fighting stance, the other hobbits carrying a chair and a candlestick.
"Leave him alone or I'll have you Longshanks!" Sam yelled at him.
Aragorn put his sword back in its sheath and smiled at him. "You have a stout heart little hobbit." He turned back to Frodo. "You cannot wait for the wizard Frodo. They are coming."
*
Arwen had been just outside the entrance of Rivendell beside the river. She sat down on one of the rocks and stared into the water, no emotion showing on her face. The sound of horses' hooves roused her. She did not know why at that time but she had the urge to hide so she did, hiding behind one of the tall clumps of rocks. A white horse appeared and splashed across the river. Arwen made to stand and go to it but as she watched the horse stood round, as if to face some evil foe. She heard the sound of more horses approaching. A chill spread through her body and she shivered involuntarily. She peered round from the cover of the rock and saw nine figures all cloaked in black riding huge black horses. The white horse half reared as if to defy them and Arwen noticed that the horse was carrying something on its back. The black horses cried aloud and advanced into the river. The white beast sensed them and threw back its head and whinnied till the ground shook. The nine riders faltered but then when nothing happened they advanced again.
Arwen heard the water before she saw it. It came tumbling round the bend in the river and swiftly swept the nine riders away from the lone beast and its baggage. The horse turned to enter Rivendell but stopped when Arwen stepped out from behind the rocks. The horse called to her and she ran to it. The bundle on its back turned out to be a being, small in stature, childlike. It slid off the horse's back and into her arms. Arwen felt the evil invading its small body. She turned and ran calling out to her father as she went.
*
Aragorn had been travelling with the 4 hobbits for some days before they reached Weathertop. They had had to travel on foot as Aragorn had sent Brego away to Rohan with Shadowfax though he knew he would stay in the wild. He had left them to rest and had gone out for a scout around. He had rushed back when he had heard the cry of the Nazgul. Lighting a torch as he ran he crept forwards to see where they were. They had retreated to the top of the ruined watchtower, with the Nazgul advancing from either side. Aragorn gasped in anguish. He had grown close to all 4 hobbits, especially Frodo, and there was Frodo lying on the ground, clutching his chest. The Wraith-king stood towering over him, his hand out stretched. This was no time for grief Aragorn chided himself. Grabbing his sword Aragorn leapt forward into battle with the foul servants of Sauron.
Fire being his ally he held the torch out in front of him. The Nazgul screeched in terror. Drawing their swords they left the terrified hobbits and turned towards this new foe. The full nine were not there, only 5 stood before Aragorn. He swiftly dealt with two before setting them alight. Another two ran from him but the Wraith-king still remained. He looked cautiously all around for the Ranger, waiting to attack but Aragorn struck first. He threw the lit torch with all his force at the Wraith. It shrieked and ran from him. Aragorn swiftly checked for any more that might be hiding but all was clear. Sam called to him, terror in his voice.
"Strider!"
Aragorn came running to his side. Frodo was lying on the ground gasping for breath clutching at a wound above his left breast. Aragorn prised his hand away and looked at it.
"He has been stabbed by a Morgul blade. This is beyond my reach. We must get him to Lord Elrond." Aragorn picked up the hobbit and called to the others. "Come we leave now."
Sam rushed to Bill and Merry and Pippin grabbed the packs and ran after the man. He carried Frodo as if he was no weight. Sam called out after him.
"It's six days from Rivendell. He'll never make it."
Aragorn's only reply was to speed up the pace.
"Hold on Frodo." He whispered to the hobbit in his arms. Frodo cried out but Aragorn could not understand what he was saying, nor if it was because he was in pain or if he was passing away.
They had stopped to rest for the Hobbits sake. Aragorn had pushed them to their limits and now they were exhausted but they would not sleep. Sam called out to Aragorn
"He's going cold!"
Aragorn came over to look at Frodo and pulled Sam away with him.
"Sam do you know the athelas plant?"
Sam looked puzzled.
"Kingsfoil?"
"Ah yes. Kingsfoil. It's a weed."
"It may help to slow the pain. Hurry."
Thrusting a torch at Sam he dashed off into the shrubbery. Sam followed and Aragorn knew he would not stray far and that Merry and Pippin would take care of Frodo. He bent down and peered down from the light of his torch. Yes he had found the plant. He pulled out his dagger; ready to cut it when he heard the sound of a horse approaching. He cursed and stuffed the plant in his pocket and turned to look for the animal. But it was not as he was expecting a Black Rider. A white horse came cantering through the undergrowth and stopped in front of him. It was an elvish horse and Aragorn thanked his lucky stars. He spoke quickly to the horse in Elvish and it seemed to understand. He called to Sam and ran back to the Hobbits, the horse followed. He bent down in front of Frodo and put the plant into the wound. Frodo bucked in pain and gasped. Then in one swift movement Aragorn picked up the hobbit and placed it on the horse's back.
"Now you must go. Run for your life; do not let the black horses beat you."
He spoke in Elvish and the remaining Hobbits looked puzzled at him. He sent the horse of with a pat on its head and wished it luck. The horse cried aloud and set off. Sam stood dazed for a moment before he turned on Aragorn.
"What are you doing? Those Wraiths are still out there."
Aragorn ducked his head and hoped with all his being that the horse made it to Rivendell. He turned to the 3 Hobbits who stood there, looking at him accusingly.
"It was one of Lord Elrond's horses. If he cannot get Frodo to Rivendell then no one can. Only Shadowfax or Brego could out run him but they were far away back in their homeland."
He fell silent and the Hobbits did not utter a word. Then Aragorn looked up again, a grim look on his face.
"Come we must follow Frodo and the horse to Rivendell."
He gave Frodo's pack to Sam and took Sam's for Sam had always carried around the heavier pack and Aragorn felt sorry for him. They would be moving at speed and he didn't want Sam to lag behind because of the weight of his pack. He placed the Hobbits in front of him so he could keep an eye out for them. He would guide them from behind for just now.
Their journey lasted 5 days, as the Hobbits were eager to travel fast, to see Frodo and the elven retreat of Rivendell. The journey had no more interruptions and Aragorn wasn't sure if this was a good sigh or a bad one. They saw no more of the Nazgul and Aragorn hoped with all his being that the horse had reached Rivendell and that Frodo was healing. It was night when at last Aragorn saw the lights from Rivendell call to him. Putting on a last burst of speed they reached Rivendell's gates. They rushed inside and into the courtyard.
Arwen had been looking out for the Hobbits and Aragorn ever since Frodo had arrived in Rivendell. Luckily the horse had made it just in time and Frodo would live to see another day. Elrond was pleased and the arrival of Gandalf had seemed to lighten his mood for some time until the pair had disappeared together and since then Elrond had been moody and spent most of his time in his room thinking. Arwen had been out by the River most days, knowing that was the way Aragorn would come if he were coming from Weathertop. For the past six days she had waited and watched but to no avail. Today had been no different. She had waited and watched and when dusk had come she had retreated back to Rivendell by the wishes of Gandalf. He had warned her not to stay out all night even though she had seen the Wraiths being devoured by the river. But something tugged at the back of her mind and instead of going for something to eat and then to rest something had made her stay.
She had sat down on a stone bench and waited. Sleep crept over her and she began to doze off. She began to dream and as usual her dream included Aragorn. He was crouching over her, shaking her and calling her name, telling her to wake up. She saw 3 more hobbits peering round his shoulders looking at her strangely. And suddenly the dream was real and Aragorn was standing in front of her, shaking her gently by the shoulders. She looked up into his blue eyes and smiled, love filling her heart.
"Aragorn."
He smiled back at her and drew her to him in a hug. Then he pulled back and introduced her to the hobbits behind her.
"Arwen meet Sam, Merry and Pippin. Now what of Frodo? Is he safe? Is he well?" His eyes searched hers.
"Frodo? Frodo came to Rivendell six days ago. I brought him to Elrond myself as I was down at the river when a white horse came cantering down. Nine black Riders followed it and made to cross the river but the horse cried aloud and the power of the elves came into being. The river surged and drew them all away from the injured hobbit on the animal's back. I ran to the Hobbit and bore him up to my father. Long hours I spent outside the healers doors waiting to see if he would live. And then Elrond came to the door, his face light. 'The Hobbit has survived. He is beginning to mend. He has strength in him.' I hugged my father and then ran down to the River to wait until you arrived. And that brings us to here. I am sure you would like to visit Frodo yes?"
Sam nodded his eyes round with happiness.
"And then some food and rest."
Arwen led them up a staircase and down man corridors until they came to a great oak door. A bed could be seen and the Hobbits crept soundlessly up. Sam took a hand that lay above the blankets and stroked it softly. Elrond had been prepared for the Hobbits and had set up two rooms beside Frodo's room. Merry and Pippin went without complaint to soft beds and a full night's sleep but Sam could not be persuaded to leave his masters side. When he had dropped off to sleep (not long after Merry and Pippin retired), still clutching Frodo's hand, Aragorn had swiftly lifted him, took him to his own bed and laid him down in his sleep. Softly closing the door on both Frodo and Sam he turned to Arwen who stood behind him.
He crossed over to her and kissed her, burying his hands in her hair. He parted from her and smiled at her, savouring all her features.
"I've missed you. I have thought about you every day."
She took his hand in hers and pulled her after him.
"And I have missed you. The waiting had almost driven me mad. But you are here now. Come, walk with me."
The pair softly descended into the grounds surrounding Elrond's house. When they had walked a fair bit away from the house Aragorn stopped and sat down on a log.
"I must rest. I have been on my feet all day."
He pulled Arwen down to him and sat her down on his lap, his hands encircling her waist. Another slow smile crept over her mouth as she rested into him, folding her hands behind his head. He leaned and kissed her again, harder, longer, more passionate. His mouth pressed against hers, urging her lips to open, to let him enter. But she pulled back from him. A moan escaped his lips and his mouth reached forward, searching for hers. But she moved out of his reach, taunting him. He growled and reached over once more to find her mouth, this time she did not move from her spot and let him kiss her. When Aragorn at last pulled away he was breathless. A sigh escaped him and he pulled Arwen close to his chest so she was using him as a chair. She snuggled down into him, relishing in his warmth. They sat silent for many minutes; they did not need words to communicate, before Aragorn stirred.
"I am tired and though I do not want to I must retire to my room, as I will have to talk with Gandalf and Elrond in the morning. Will you accompany me indoors?"
Arwen nodded and rose, waiting for Aragorn to stand. He slipped his arm around her waist and she laid her head on his shoulder. They walked silently back up to the house and when Aragorn reached his rooms he gave no second thought to pulling Arwen in after him.
Aragorn woke from a peaceful sleep to someone pounding the door. Arwen was still asleep in his arms and he did not want to wake her. He growled at the door and slipped from Arwen's warmth. She stirred in her sleep but did not wake. Aragorn pulled on his breeches and stalked angrily towards the door. He flung it open and glared out. But there was no one there. He glanced down and found Merry and Pippin standing there looking up at him. His anger melted as they looked up at him with desperation on their faces.
"Merry, Pippin? What is the matter?"
Merry piped up. "Aragorn you couldn't tell us where we could find some food could you? I tried asking this elf but he just ignored me and walked off. I don't know where Sam has got to either. We left him in Frodo's room but he isn't there any more."
Aragorn laughed gently and kneeled down in front of them.
"Do not worry. Sam will be sleeping in his own room, either that or he is wandering around somewhere and if he is I shall find him. As for breakfast I can help you there. Wait two moments while I get my shirt and I will accompany you as I as rather hungry myself. Come in."
He opened the door fully and Merry and Pippin entered, with grateful smiles aimed at him. Arwen had woken and was standing, dressed, by the window looking out.
"Arwen." Aragorn called. "Merry and Pippin wish for some food as do I and I was wondering if you do also?"
She turned and smiled at the Hobbits who smiled back. "Yes I shall."
Aragorn grabbed his shirt and pulled it on before taking the Hobbits and leading them out of the room with Arwen following. He led them down through a maze of corridors to the Hall. Elrond and Gandalf were not there so Arwen came and sat with Merry, Pippin and Aragorn at a normal table.
"Now my young friends what would you like to eat?"
Soon enough Merry and Pippin had chosen and were sitting stuffing their mouths. Aragorn smiled at them and turned to talk with Arwen.
"Did you sleep well?"
"I have not slept better since you were last here."
Aragorn smiled and caressed her face. "That makes me feel so much better. And I also. You have haunted my dreams every night, knowing I could not be here in your arms. But I am glad to be back. Do you know of where I can find Elrond?"
Arwen nodded and leaned into his tender caress. "Yes he will be in his study. Gandalf will also be there."
"Then I had better go and talk to them. Can I leave you with 2 mischievous hobbits? They are quite a handful!"
Aragorn was suddenly under attack from 2 newly fed hobbits. They lightly punched and kicked him until he grabbed their tiny hands and sandwiched their huge feet between his legs.
"Are we really that bad Strider?" Pippin asked him, his eyes filled with mock sadness. Aragorn nodded. "I am afraid to say you really are that bad young Pippin."
Pippin looked far from sad as he turned to Merry. "Did you hear that Merry? Strider thinks we're mischievous. Our goal has been reached!"
The two hobbits slipped out of Aragorn's reach and high fived each other. Aragorn laughed and tousled their hair before getting up. Leaning down he kissed Arwen softly on the lips and whispered to her.
"I'm sure you will have fun! I'll see you later yes?"
She nodded in his kiss and watched him leave the room. When he had left she turned to the two hobbits who were looking at her expectantly. Suddenly she had no idea of what to do.
"Well," she said, "what would you like to do?"
Merry looked at Pippin and Pippin looked at Merry before they both turned to her and answered in unison, "We'd like to see Frodo please."
Arwen smiled and stood up offering them her hands. "Well then you had best come with me."
Aragorn meanwhile was heading for Elrond's office. He reached the door and knocked 3 times. There was no answer from inside so Aragorn cautiously opened the door and peered round. The room was deserted. Aragorn frowned. He turned and went in search of the pair. He found them in a room over looking the entrance to Rivendell. They turned to greet him as he entered.
"Ah Aragorn you are back." Gandalf spoke.
"Yes. I came to talk to you for I thought you might want to hear the news from Bree."
"And what is that news?" Aragorn settled down to talk with them.
*
He left the room 20 minutes later. So a council was going to be held. Holding all the races of Middle-Earth. It would do Middle-Earth good to have all its races joined together, fighting for one goal that they all shared. He knew he would represent Men everywhere but he wasn't exactly a very good choice. He had grown up with the elves and thought a lot like they did. The council needed a man who had not been influenced by the elves. Someone from Gondor preferable as Minas Tirith was the main city for Men. Gandalf and Elrond had wanted him and another companion to go to Minas Tirith and persuade Boromir, son of Denethor, to come. If he would not come his brother was another good choice, more politically versed than his brother but undeniably his brother was the better warrior having fought at Osgiliath many times and won. He already knew who he wanted to travel with. Legolas Greenleaf. His old friend, he would love to accompany Aragorn on an adventure. They would make a good team, an elf and one of the best Rangers around. He went to find Arwen and tell her again that he would be going away.
Arwen was down wandering the gardens. Merry and Pippin had gone to visit Frodo and try and get Sam to leave Frodo's room. Staying inside all the time wasn't good for him but no matter how hard the elves tried he would not leave. The only option left was Merry and Pippin and if they failed Elrond was ready to use brute force. She heard someone approach and turned to se Aragorn there. When she saw his face she sighed. He had come to tell her he was leaving again; she could see it in the way he looked at her. She hated him always going off but she knew he wanted to and she knew he felt he had to, to try and redeem himself from his ancestry. He walked up to her and kissed her cheek. She laid her head on his chest and listened to his heart beating. He drew breath and was about to speak when Arwen cut him off.
"I know what you have come to say. You are leaving again. I can tell. Where to this time?"
Aragorn remained speechless for a few seconds before he laughed.
"Yes I have to go again. Gandalf and Elrond have asked me to go and ask Boromir son of Denethor to attend the council. If he will not come, we are to ask his brother. Legolas is going travelling with me if he agrees."
"He will agree. You are his friend. So you will not be gone for too long this time?" she looked up at him, hope sparkling in her eyes.
He leaned down and kissed her nose. "Hopefully not. And then I can come back to you."
She smiled happily and settled back onto his chest.
Legolas entered Rivendell on his horse and slipped off. He loved Rivendell in spring. The trees were blossoming and flowers were growing. He walked up the small trail to Elrond's house, depositing his horse in the stables on the way. He headed straight for Elrond's room and slipped inside.
*
Legolas met up with Aragorn at the dinner hall that night. They sat and talked for hours; Arwen stayed with them until she grew tired and went up to bed. When she had gone Legolas grinned at his friend.
"So you got round Elrond then?"
Aragorn hit him on the arm. "Just because you didn't Legolas!"
The blonde elf spluttered at this remark and Aragorn laughed.
"So about our little trip. How hard do you think it will be to get Boromir to come with us?"
Legolas thought for a moment before answering. "If his father does not agree to him going, virtually impossible, if his country needs him, again virtually impossible. It will be a hard task either way. Faramir on the other hand might not be so hard to persuade but we will have to wait and see."
Aragorn mulled over on what Legolas had said. "So we're looking at a hard trip then?"
Legolas grinned at him once more. "Not up to it Estel?"
Once again Aragorn set off early in the morning. He had said goodbye to Arwen last night when he had gone up to bed, not wanting her to have to get up early again because of him. Elrond and Gandalf were the only ones that had seen them depart. And Aragorn was off once again on another adventure...
To be continued...
Return of the Ranger
Aragorn settled down at a corner of the room. No one took any notice of him. To them he was just a Ranger, one of the dangerous folk wandering the wild. Dressed all in black he was a threatening figure to anyone who dared to cross his path. With a mug of ale beside him, he lit his pipe and surveyed the pub, looking for anything unusual. Gandalf had been his usual self, telling him nothing but to look out for anything out of the ordinary. Like he didn't do that all ready. He sighed and drew deeply on his pipe. A blast of cool air told him someone had just entered the tavern. He looked round and sat up little straighter. Some Southerners had just entered. Aragorn had been watching them over the past few days that he had bee in Bree. They were strange folk and he was wary of them. Not many strangers came to Bree now. They settled down by the bar and ordered their drink before engaging some locals in conversation. Aragorn had half a mind to tell the locals not to talk to them but they would not listen to him.
Another blast of cool air came in and again Aragorn looked over. This time he sat up much straighter and leaned forward in interest. Four hobbits had entered the building. If Southerners were rare, hobbits were even rarer. He watched them talk to the innkeeper, a man called Butterbur. He could not hear them from the racket coming from everyone else. He noticed that they looked worried about something. He knew how they felt. He had been waiting for Gandalf for some days but he had not appeared. The hobbits had gone to their rooms and it was some time before they re-entered the bar area.
They had been sitting, eating and drinking for some time before Aragorn heard anything that interested him. They were talking about the wizard Gandalf. So these were the hobbits he was looking for. One of the hobbits kept looking over his shoulder at the door. Another one of the hobbits turned to him and said,
"Don't worry Sam. He'll come."
A third hobbit had come back from the bar with a pint of ale. The last and final hobbit looked at him in amazement at what he had bought.
"What's that?"
"This, my friend" said the third hobbit "Is a pint."
The other hobbit looked in amazement at him.
"It comes in pints?" He asked. "I'm getting one." He shot off to the bar and the hobbit called Sam called after him
"You've had a whole half already."
But the excited hobbit did not listen. Sam turned to the hobbit that had been talking to him and whispered something in his ear. The hobbit glanced up and looked at Aragorn, then called Butterbur over and the man bent down to listen to him. The man glanced up over at him and turned back to the hobbit. He didn't speak quietly so Aragorn was able to hear what was being said.
"Him? He's one of them Rangers. Dangerous folk, wandering the wilds. What his right name is I don't know but round here he's known as Strider."
Aragorn listened with interest at this description of him. He smiled grimly at being one of them dangerous folk. If only they knew.
Aragorn noticed that the hobbit up at the bar was talking to some of the folk and Butterbur.
"Baggins? Sure I know a Baggins, Frodo Baggins. He's my second cousin once removed on my mother's side."
Aragorn glanced back towards the hobbit named Frodo. He was fingering something until he heard what the big-mouthed hobbit had said. He glanced towards Sam and ran up to the counter and pulled at the hobbit.
"Steady on Frodo."
Frodo slipped back and fell over a foot. Something flew out of his hand and Aragorn looked up, half with interest, half with fear. Something glinted gold in the light and fell down towards the floor. Frodo outstretched his hand and the thing slipped onto his finger and he promptly disappeared. Aragorn leapt up and looked round. Most of the bar's occupants had seen the hobbit disappear and had looked round expressing surprise. Aragorn glanced towards the other hobbits. Sam and the other one stared towards where Frodo had last been and the other hobbit at the bar turned around, not seeming to believe his eyes. Aragorn made swiftly towards the floor and looked round to see if the hobbit reappeared anywhere. After a few moments he appeared and glanced round but the bar and its occupants had gone back to their own drinks and conversations. Aragorn darted forward and grabbed the hobbit by the shoulder before hauling him up and shoving him against the wall.
"You draw far too much attention to yourself Mr Underhill."
Then he picked up the hobbit, placed him on the stairs and shoved him upwards. The hobbit had no choice but to oblige. Aragorn pushed him through a door to his room and shut it behind him. The hobbit scrambled towards the fireplace and stood up.
"That is not trinket you carry." Aragorn told the hobbit.
"I carry nothing." The frightened hobbit replied.
"Indeed." Aragorn mocked him. He moved over to the window. "I can avoid being seen if I wish, but to disappear entirely that is a rare gift." Here Aragorn threw back the cloak covering his head.
He moved forwards towards the hobbit but was interrupted by the remaining 3 hobbits bursting through the door, Sam already in a fighting stance, the other hobbits carrying a chair and a candlestick.
"Leave him alone or I'll have you Longshanks!" Sam yelled at him.
Aragorn put his sword back in its sheath and smiled at him. "You have a stout heart little hobbit." He turned back to Frodo. "You cannot wait for the wizard Frodo. They are coming."
*
Arwen had been just outside the entrance of Rivendell beside the river. She sat down on one of the rocks and stared into the water, no emotion showing on her face. The sound of horses' hooves roused her. She did not know why at that time but she had the urge to hide so she did, hiding behind one of the tall clumps of rocks. A white horse appeared and splashed across the river. Arwen made to stand and go to it but as she watched the horse stood round, as if to face some evil foe. She heard the sound of more horses approaching. A chill spread through her body and she shivered involuntarily. She peered round from the cover of the rock and saw nine figures all cloaked in black riding huge black horses. The white horse half reared as if to defy them and Arwen noticed that the horse was carrying something on its back. The black horses cried aloud and advanced into the river. The white beast sensed them and threw back its head and whinnied till the ground shook. The nine riders faltered but then when nothing happened they advanced again.
Arwen heard the water before she saw it. It came tumbling round the bend in the river and swiftly swept the nine riders away from the lone beast and its baggage. The horse turned to enter Rivendell but stopped when Arwen stepped out from behind the rocks. The horse called to her and she ran to it. The bundle on its back turned out to be a being, small in stature, childlike. It slid off the horse's back and into her arms. Arwen felt the evil invading its small body. She turned and ran calling out to her father as she went.
*
Aragorn had been travelling with the 4 hobbits for some days before they reached Weathertop. They had had to travel on foot as Aragorn had sent Brego away to Rohan with Shadowfax though he knew he would stay in the wild. He had left them to rest and had gone out for a scout around. He had rushed back when he had heard the cry of the Nazgul. Lighting a torch as he ran he crept forwards to see where they were. They had retreated to the top of the ruined watchtower, with the Nazgul advancing from either side. Aragorn gasped in anguish. He had grown close to all 4 hobbits, especially Frodo, and there was Frodo lying on the ground, clutching his chest. The Wraith-king stood towering over him, his hand out stretched. This was no time for grief Aragorn chided himself. Grabbing his sword Aragorn leapt forward into battle with the foul servants of Sauron.
Fire being his ally he held the torch out in front of him. The Nazgul screeched in terror. Drawing their swords they left the terrified hobbits and turned towards this new foe. The full nine were not there, only 5 stood before Aragorn. He swiftly dealt with two before setting them alight. Another two ran from him but the Wraith-king still remained. He looked cautiously all around for the Ranger, waiting to attack but Aragorn struck first. He threw the lit torch with all his force at the Wraith. It shrieked and ran from him. Aragorn swiftly checked for any more that might be hiding but all was clear. Sam called to him, terror in his voice.
"Strider!"
Aragorn came running to his side. Frodo was lying on the ground gasping for breath clutching at a wound above his left breast. Aragorn prised his hand away and looked at it.
"He has been stabbed by a Morgul blade. This is beyond my reach. We must get him to Lord Elrond." Aragorn picked up the hobbit and called to the others. "Come we leave now."
Sam rushed to Bill and Merry and Pippin grabbed the packs and ran after the man. He carried Frodo as if he was no weight. Sam called out after him.
"It's six days from Rivendell. He'll never make it."
Aragorn's only reply was to speed up the pace.
"Hold on Frodo." He whispered to the hobbit in his arms. Frodo cried out but Aragorn could not understand what he was saying, nor if it was because he was in pain or if he was passing away.
They had stopped to rest for the Hobbits sake. Aragorn had pushed them to their limits and now they were exhausted but they would not sleep. Sam called out to Aragorn
"He's going cold!"
Aragorn came over to look at Frodo and pulled Sam away with him.
"Sam do you know the athelas plant?"
Sam looked puzzled.
"Kingsfoil?"
"Ah yes. Kingsfoil. It's a weed."
"It may help to slow the pain. Hurry."
Thrusting a torch at Sam he dashed off into the shrubbery. Sam followed and Aragorn knew he would not stray far and that Merry and Pippin would take care of Frodo. He bent down and peered down from the light of his torch. Yes he had found the plant. He pulled out his dagger; ready to cut it when he heard the sound of a horse approaching. He cursed and stuffed the plant in his pocket and turned to look for the animal. But it was not as he was expecting a Black Rider. A white horse came cantering through the undergrowth and stopped in front of him. It was an elvish horse and Aragorn thanked his lucky stars. He spoke quickly to the horse in Elvish and it seemed to understand. He called to Sam and ran back to the Hobbits, the horse followed. He bent down in front of Frodo and put the plant into the wound. Frodo bucked in pain and gasped. Then in one swift movement Aragorn picked up the hobbit and placed it on the horse's back.
"Now you must go. Run for your life; do not let the black horses beat you."
He spoke in Elvish and the remaining Hobbits looked puzzled at him. He sent the horse of with a pat on its head and wished it luck. The horse cried aloud and set off. Sam stood dazed for a moment before he turned on Aragorn.
"What are you doing? Those Wraiths are still out there."
Aragorn ducked his head and hoped with all his being that the horse made it to Rivendell. He turned to the 3 Hobbits who stood there, looking at him accusingly.
"It was one of Lord Elrond's horses. If he cannot get Frodo to Rivendell then no one can. Only Shadowfax or Brego could out run him but they were far away back in their homeland."
He fell silent and the Hobbits did not utter a word. Then Aragorn looked up again, a grim look on his face.
"Come we must follow Frodo and the horse to Rivendell."
He gave Frodo's pack to Sam and took Sam's for Sam had always carried around the heavier pack and Aragorn felt sorry for him. They would be moving at speed and he didn't want Sam to lag behind because of the weight of his pack. He placed the Hobbits in front of him so he could keep an eye out for them. He would guide them from behind for just now.
Their journey lasted 5 days, as the Hobbits were eager to travel fast, to see Frodo and the elven retreat of Rivendell. The journey had no more interruptions and Aragorn wasn't sure if this was a good sigh or a bad one. They saw no more of the Nazgul and Aragorn hoped with all his being that the horse had reached Rivendell and that Frodo was healing. It was night when at last Aragorn saw the lights from Rivendell call to him. Putting on a last burst of speed they reached Rivendell's gates. They rushed inside and into the courtyard.
Arwen had been looking out for the Hobbits and Aragorn ever since Frodo had arrived in Rivendell. Luckily the horse had made it just in time and Frodo would live to see another day. Elrond was pleased and the arrival of Gandalf had seemed to lighten his mood for some time until the pair had disappeared together and since then Elrond had been moody and spent most of his time in his room thinking. Arwen had been out by the River most days, knowing that was the way Aragorn would come if he were coming from Weathertop. For the past six days she had waited and watched but to no avail. Today had been no different. She had waited and watched and when dusk had come she had retreated back to Rivendell by the wishes of Gandalf. He had warned her not to stay out all night even though she had seen the Wraiths being devoured by the river. But something tugged at the back of her mind and instead of going for something to eat and then to rest something had made her stay.
She had sat down on a stone bench and waited. Sleep crept over her and she began to doze off. She began to dream and as usual her dream included Aragorn. He was crouching over her, shaking her and calling her name, telling her to wake up. She saw 3 more hobbits peering round his shoulders looking at her strangely. And suddenly the dream was real and Aragorn was standing in front of her, shaking her gently by the shoulders. She looked up into his blue eyes and smiled, love filling her heart.
"Aragorn."
He smiled back at her and drew her to him in a hug. Then he pulled back and introduced her to the hobbits behind her.
"Arwen meet Sam, Merry and Pippin. Now what of Frodo? Is he safe? Is he well?" His eyes searched hers.
"Frodo? Frodo came to Rivendell six days ago. I brought him to Elrond myself as I was down at the river when a white horse came cantering down. Nine black Riders followed it and made to cross the river but the horse cried aloud and the power of the elves came into being. The river surged and drew them all away from the injured hobbit on the animal's back. I ran to the Hobbit and bore him up to my father. Long hours I spent outside the healers doors waiting to see if he would live. And then Elrond came to the door, his face light. 'The Hobbit has survived. He is beginning to mend. He has strength in him.' I hugged my father and then ran down to the River to wait until you arrived. And that brings us to here. I am sure you would like to visit Frodo yes?"
Sam nodded his eyes round with happiness.
"And then some food and rest."
Arwen led them up a staircase and down man corridors until they came to a great oak door. A bed could be seen and the Hobbits crept soundlessly up. Sam took a hand that lay above the blankets and stroked it softly. Elrond had been prepared for the Hobbits and had set up two rooms beside Frodo's room. Merry and Pippin went without complaint to soft beds and a full night's sleep but Sam could not be persuaded to leave his masters side. When he had dropped off to sleep (not long after Merry and Pippin retired), still clutching Frodo's hand, Aragorn had swiftly lifted him, took him to his own bed and laid him down in his sleep. Softly closing the door on both Frodo and Sam he turned to Arwen who stood behind him.
He crossed over to her and kissed her, burying his hands in her hair. He parted from her and smiled at her, savouring all her features.
"I've missed you. I have thought about you every day."
She took his hand in hers and pulled her after him.
"And I have missed you. The waiting had almost driven me mad. But you are here now. Come, walk with me."
The pair softly descended into the grounds surrounding Elrond's house. When they had walked a fair bit away from the house Aragorn stopped and sat down on a log.
"I must rest. I have been on my feet all day."
He pulled Arwen down to him and sat her down on his lap, his hands encircling her waist. Another slow smile crept over her mouth as she rested into him, folding her hands behind his head. He leaned and kissed her again, harder, longer, more passionate. His mouth pressed against hers, urging her lips to open, to let him enter. But she pulled back from him. A moan escaped his lips and his mouth reached forward, searching for hers. But she moved out of his reach, taunting him. He growled and reached over once more to find her mouth, this time she did not move from her spot and let him kiss her. When Aragorn at last pulled away he was breathless. A sigh escaped him and he pulled Arwen close to his chest so she was using him as a chair. She snuggled down into him, relishing in his warmth. They sat silent for many minutes; they did not need words to communicate, before Aragorn stirred.
"I am tired and though I do not want to I must retire to my room, as I will have to talk with Gandalf and Elrond in the morning. Will you accompany me indoors?"
Arwen nodded and rose, waiting for Aragorn to stand. He slipped his arm around her waist and she laid her head on his shoulder. They walked silently back up to the house and when Aragorn reached his rooms he gave no second thought to pulling Arwen in after him.
Aragorn woke from a peaceful sleep to someone pounding the door. Arwen was still asleep in his arms and he did not want to wake her. He growled at the door and slipped from Arwen's warmth. She stirred in her sleep but did not wake. Aragorn pulled on his breeches and stalked angrily towards the door. He flung it open and glared out. But there was no one there. He glanced down and found Merry and Pippin standing there looking up at him. His anger melted as they looked up at him with desperation on their faces.
"Merry, Pippin? What is the matter?"
Merry piped up. "Aragorn you couldn't tell us where we could find some food could you? I tried asking this elf but he just ignored me and walked off. I don't know where Sam has got to either. We left him in Frodo's room but he isn't there any more."
Aragorn laughed gently and kneeled down in front of them.
"Do not worry. Sam will be sleeping in his own room, either that or he is wandering around somewhere and if he is I shall find him. As for breakfast I can help you there. Wait two moments while I get my shirt and I will accompany you as I as rather hungry myself. Come in."
He opened the door fully and Merry and Pippin entered, with grateful smiles aimed at him. Arwen had woken and was standing, dressed, by the window looking out.
"Arwen." Aragorn called. "Merry and Pippin wish for some food as do I and I was wondering if you do also?"
She turned and smiled at the Hobbits who smiled back. "Yes I shall."
Aragorn grabbed his shirt and pulled it on before taking the Hobbits and leading them out of the room with Arwen following. He led them down through a maze of corridors to the Hall. Elrond and Gandalf were not there so Arwen came and sat with Merry, Pippin and Aragorn at a normal table.
"Now my young friends what would you like to eat?"
Soon enough Merry and Pippin had chosen and were sitting stuffing their mouths. Aragorn smiled at them and turned to talk with Arwen.
"Did you sleep well?"
"I have not slept better since you were last here."
Aragorn smiled and caressed her face. "That makes me feel so much better. And I also. You have haunted my dreams every night, knowing I could not be here in your arms. But I am glad to be back. Do you know of where I can find Elrond?"
Arwen nodded and leaned into his tender caress. "Yes he will be in his study. Gandalf will also be there."
"Then I had better go and talk to them. Can I leave you with 2 mischievous hobbits? They are quite a handful!"
Aragorn was suddenly under attack from 2 newly fed hobbits. They lightly punched and kicked him until he grabbed their tiny hands and sandwiched their huge feet between his legs.
"Are we really that bad Strider?" Pippin asked him, his eyes filled with mock sadness. Aragorn nodded. "I am afraid to say you really are that bad young Pippin."
Pippin looked far from sad as he turned to Merry. "Did you hear that Merry? Strider thinks we're mischievous. Our goal has been reached!"
The two hobbits slipped out of Aragorn's reach and high fived each other. Aragorn laughed and tousled their hair before getting up. Leaning down he kissed Arwen softly on the lips and whispered to her.
"I'm sure you will have fun! I'll see you later yes?"
She nodded in his kiss and watched him leave the room. When he had left she turned to the two hobbits who were looking at her expectantly. Suddenly she had no idea of what to do.
"Well," she said, "what would you like to do?"
Merry looked at Pippin and Pippin looked at Merry before they both turned to her and answered in unison, "We'd like to see Frodo please."
Arwen smiled and stood up offering them her hands. "Well then you had best come with me."
Aragorn meanwhile was heading for Elrond's office. He reached the door and knocked 3 times. There was no answer from inside so Aragorn cautiously opened the door and peered round. The room was deserted. Aragorn frowned. He turned and went in search of the pair. He found them in a room over looking the entrance to Rivendell. They turned to greet him as he entered.
"Ah Aragorn you are back." Gandalf spoke.
"Yes. I came to talk to you for I thought you might want to hear the news from Bree."
"And what is that news?" Aragorn settled down to talk with them.
*
He left the room 20 minutes later. So a council was going to be held. Holding all the races of Middle-Earth. It would do Middle-Earth good to have all its races joined together, fighting for one goal that they all shared. He knew he would represent Men everywhere but he wasn't exactly a very good choice. He had grown up with the elves and thought a lot like they did. The council needed a man who had not been influenced by the elves. Someone from Gondor preferable as Minas Tirith was the main city for Men. Gandalf and Elrond had wanted him and another companion to go to Minas Tirith and persuade Boromir, son of Denethor, to come. If he would not come his brother was another good choice, more politically versed than his brother but undeniably his brother was the better warrior having fought at Osgiliath many times and won. He already knew who he wanted to travel with. Legolas Greenleaf. His old friend, he would love to accompany Aragorn on an adventure. They would make a good team, an elf and one of the best Rangers around. He went to find Arwen and tell her again that he would be going away.
Arwen was down wandering the gardens. Merry and Pippin had gone to visit Frodo and try and get Sam to leave Frodo's room. Staying inside all the time wasn't good for him but no matter how hard the elves tried he would not leave. The only option left was Merry and Pippin and if they failed Elrond was ready to use brute force. She heard someone approach and turned to se Aragorn there. When she saw his face she sighed. He had come to tell her he was leaving again; she could see it in the way he looked at her. She hated him always going off but she knew he wanted to and she knew he felt he had to, to try and redeem himself from his ancestry. He walked up to her and kissed her cheek. She laid her head on his chest and listened to his heart beating. He drew breath and was about to speak when Arwen cut him off.
"I know what you have come to say. You are leaving again. I can tell. Where to this time?"
Aragorn remained speechless for a few seconds before he laughed.
"Yes I have to go again. Gandalf and Elrond have asked me to go and ask Boromir son of Denethor to attend the council. If he will not come, we are to ask his brother. Legolas is going travelling with me if he agrees."
"He will agree. You are his friend. So you will not be gone for too long this time?" she looked up at him, hope sparkling in her eyes.
He leaned down and kissed her nose. "Hopefully not. And then I can come back to you."
She smiled happily and settled back onto his chest.
Legolas entered Rivendell on his horse and slipped off. He loved Rivendell in spring. The trees were blossoming and flowers were growing. He walked up the small trail to Elrond's house, depositing his horse in the stables on the way. He headed straight for Elrond's room and slipped inside.
*
Legolas met up with Aragorn at the dinner hall that night. They sat and talked for hours; Arwen stayed with them until she grew tired and went up to bed. When she had gone Legolas grinned at his friend.
"So you got round Elrond then?"
Aragorn hit him on the arm. "Just because you didn't Legolas!"
The blonde elf spluttered at this remark and Aragorn laughed.
"So about our little trip. How hard do you think it will be to get Boromir to come with us?"
Legolas thought for a moment before answering. "If his father does not agree to him going, virtually impossible, if his country needs him, again virtually impossible. It will be a hard task either way. Faramir on the other hand might not be so hard to persuade but we will have to wait and see."
Aragorn mulled over on what Legolas had said. "So we're looking at a hard trip then?"
Legolas grinned at him once more. "Not up to it Estel?"
Once again Aragorn set off early in the morning. He had said goodbye to Arwen last night when he had gone up to bed, not wanting her to have to get up early again because of him. Elrond and Gandalf were the only ones that had seen them depart. And Aragorn was off once again on another adventure...
To be continued...