"Strider, we're six days from Rivendell, in case you haven't noticed!" Merry called up to Strider as they ran through some trees at the end of some woods. Strider ignored Merry's comment and found a clearing where three stone trolls stood. He set Frodo gently upon the ground and crouched over him.

"Ha, ha, ha. Hey look they're stoned!" Pippin joked, gesturing at the trolls made of rock. "Get it? Stoned-?"

"Pippin, shut up!" Strider snapped.

"Like I said, we're six days from Rivendell. He'll never make it…" Merry said.

"Sam!" Sam came over to Strider. "Do you know the Athelas plant?"

"Athelas?" Sam frowned.

"Kingsfoil?"

"Kingsfoil, aye, it's a weed. Everyone knows that."

"Well, it may save Frodo. Hurry! You and I will split up and look for some. Ready…" Strider put out his hand and Sam put his own on top. "Break!" they both exclaimed and lifted their hands up in the air, then darted in opposite directions.

Strider was looking around a certain area he came upon frantically. Then, he was sure he spotted what he needed. He jogged over to the plant, bent over, and examined it. A grin of triumph spread across his face as he realized that this was indeed the plant he was looking for. He pulled out his knife to cut it, but then found a blade at his throat.

"What's this?" a familiar female voice said behind him. "A ranger caught off his guard?" The blade left his throat and Strider stood up properly and turned around. He was face-to-face with Arwen Undomiel, his elven lover.

"Shit! Not you AGAIN!" said a smooth, yet obviously angry male voice somewhere to Strider's left. He and Arwen looked and saw an elf with long blond hair standing there, glaring at Arwen. "Did I not tell you to stop taking my jobs!"

"Arwen opened her mouth angrily but Strider said calmly, "What do you mean, Glorfindel?"

"I mean that every time I try to do what I need to do, including meeting you around here, your little princess tries to do it instead!"

"Arwen, is this true?" Strider asked.

"Well…" Arwen hesitated, "maybe, but I don't think so…"

"Well, it doesn't matter now anyway because I need to get Frodo to Rivendell as fast as possible because he got stabbed by a Morgul blade. Do either of you have a horse I could borrow?"

"I have a horse," said both Arwen and Glorfindel in unison.

"Okay, well, can I borrow it then so I can ride Frodo to Rivendell?"

Both said, "I will take him!"

Strider sighed and smacked his forehead.

"Okay, how about both of you take Frodo and I will continue to lead the hobbits on foot?"

Arwen and Glorfindel eyed each other with dislike, then both said, "Okay."

Strider lead the two elves back to where the hobbits were. Sam was back with something clutched in his hands.

"I didn't find any athelas, Strider, but I found a toad!" he said. Strider shook his head. He gestured at Frodo, lying on the ground, to the elves. Arwen picked him up and whistled. A horse came galloping out of the trees. Glorfindel whistled too and his horse also came. Arwen then carried Frodo over to her horse and perched him precariously upon it.

"Hey!" said Glorfindel reproachfully. "Why does he have to ride with you? He can ride with me."

Glorfindel strode over to Arwen's horse, picked Frodo up, and seated him upon his own horse. Arwen stepped forward angrily but Strider held up his hands and said, "It doesn't matter! Just get him to Rivendell, and fast!"

"Fine," Arwen said stiffly, holding her nose in the air as she walked back over to her own mount. She climbed onto her horse, seated herself, and added, "I'll lead the way, Glorfindel; you just follow me," before galloping away. Glorfindel muttered something indistinct and followed her, holding Frodo by the arm with one hand and using the other to steer the reigns.

As they galloped away, leaving Strider and the remaining three hobbits, Glorfindel heard a deafening screech somewhere not far away.

"Arwen!" he called ahead. Arwen looked over her shoulder in response. "There are Nazgul near. We must move with haste!"

"Stop telling me what to do!" she answered and resumed to look ahead of her. Glorfindel rolled his eyes and picked up the speed of his horse.

They were out of the woods and running towards a river about thirty yards ahead when Glorfindel heard the screeches again. He glanced over his shoulder and saw all nine ring wraiths galloping on their black horses out of the woods. "Arwen!" he yelled again. "The wraiths follow us! Please, stop in the river; I have an idea!"

Arwen nodded and whispered, "Noro lim, Asfaloth! Noro, lim!" to her horse.

"I'll do anything for you, gorgeous, just as long as you keep riding me," Asfaloth said with a grin and he picked up speed.

Glorfindel caught up to Arwen and they now rode side by side; the Nazgul followed close behind, screeching madly, even giggling madly.

"Wait!" the leader of the Nazgul shouted, stopping. The other ring wraiths stopped too and so did Glorfindel and Arwen, turning around to see what was going on. "We need some chase music, people!" He pulled a boom box from out of nowhere, put in a c.d., and set the boom box on the ground. He then jumped off his horse and turned the volume all the way up, then skipped ahead to a certain song on the c.d., and let it play. He then picked up the boom box, seated it in front of him, yelled, "Okay!" and everyone resumed the chase as the song "Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums" by A Perfect Circle blasted throughout the area.

Glorfindel whispered, "Hold on, Frodo," and pursued Arwen, heading toward the river. Finally, Glorfindel felt his horse's hooves splash water everywhere as they stopped in the river, facing the Nazgul, who had stopped at the river's bank.

"Oh, come on!" one of the wraiths shouted angrily. "You know we're not fond of water!"

"According to…um, a ranger I know, you're not fond of fire either," Glorfindel sneered.

"Uh, did this ranger by any chance say he had chased us off of Weathertop…?" another wraith asked shiftily.

"Yeah…"

"Damn! I knew he'd brag about that! Now he's gonna tell everyone what fools we are!"

"It does not matter!" snapped the leader of the Nazgul. He faced Glorfindel. "Give up the Halfling, she-elf."

"Hey!" Glorfindel whined. "I'm not a girlie; I'm a real boy!"

No one noticed but when Glorfindel said this, his nose grew half an inch longer.

"Oh, sorry," the lord of the Nazgul said apologetically. "It's hard to tell with elves these days…Anyway! Give up the Halfling!"

"No!"

"Fine, have it your way!"

The nine wraiths galloped toward the two elves, sloshing in the water. The latter rode towards each other, rose their hands in the air, and held each others. Then, they both began to calmly chant in elvish. When they were done, they swiftly looked down the river and saw that it had risen into the shapes of horses. These beautiful water steeds neighed loudly.

The Nazgul had all stopped riding and were watching the river, rushing at them at full speed. The leading Nazgul muttered, "oh shit," before he and the other ring wraiths were swept over by the river horses.

"Hurray!" Glorfindel and Arwen cheered, clapping their hands as the wraiths were carried down the river. Frodo fell off of Glorfindel's horse and landed in the water.

"Frodo?" Glorfindel said, looking down. He jumped off his horse and Arwen did the same. Arwen lifted up Frodo's head. His eyes were all strange and he was making weird gasping noises, like a fishy.

"I hope he doesn't die," Arwen said cheerfully. "Perhaps, Glorfindel, he could ride with me the rest of the way? We're almost there…"

She was looking at Glorfindel fondly. For some mad reason, both elves that had hated each other now seemed to love each other. Go figure…

"Yes, Arwen," Glorfindel said quietly. He was gazing at her as if she were something out of a dream. "Yes…"

Arwen picked Frodo up and seated him upon her horse. She sat behind him as Glorfindel climbed on his own horse. They galloped full speed in the direction of Rivendell. They got to a point shortly after where they were able to see it. They picked up the pace and entered Rivendell quickly.