Frodo, Gimli, and Galadriel trudged through the forest on their way to Mordor. Galadriel had consented to accompany them for a few days march, to protect them as far as her power was able. It was not long before the trees started thinning. They could soon see a large field ahead of them. A brook stood between them and the field. But, the only way across this brook was a bridge, heavily guarded by orcs. Galadriel slipped into the background, assessing the situation before making her presence known to the orcs.
Naturally, the Orcs were on orders to look out for hobbits, given that Frodo had the Ring. They stood up, threatening the dwarf and the hobbit.
"Fine!" Galadriel exclaimed, stepping forward. "I will turn myself in that they may have life."
The orcs were so startled at this occurrence that they did not notice Frodo and Gimli slip by them into the field. They began to run, as Galadriel kept the orcs distracted. Frodo began to tire quickly, the ring taking its toll. A friendly outlaw, who happened to cross paths with them, picked Frodo up, setting him on his shoulders, and followed Gimli's lead across the field and into the woods on the other side, towards Mordor.