Hey everyone. Here's chapter six. Sorry it had to be so early. But i noticed that I have been making some slow process these couple of weeks. Fir anyone who has finished with chapter five, please review if you have anything before reading this chapter. Alright, enough with that. Enjoy.

They continued through the forest for about another hour. It was almost dawn. And the wind was picking up at a greater speed than from before. The group decided to rest a bit in a cave by a bunch of trolls. Toothless sat Frodo down on a few rocks as Sam checked up on him. And much to his condition, he was going from bad to worse. It was only a matter of time before things would get even more bad from what it is now.

"Look Frodo," he said as he attempted to cheer him up. "It's Mr. Bilbo's trolls."

Hiccup looked up and saw the trolls himself. He never actually thought that he's ever seen one before. More so that he didn't believe that they would actually exist. But if a dragon could be of flesh and blood than so shall they. He just wondered if they stole anyone's left socks before. But as he thought of this, his mind was cut off by Sam's alarming voice.

"He's gone cold," he heard him say.

"Is he going to die?" asked Pippin.

"He's passing into the Shadow World," Strider answered as he held up another torch. "Soon he'll become a wraith like them."

"How much time do we have?" Hiccup questioned.

"Not long," Strider responded.

Then, they heard another screech coming from a distance. One that Toothless growled at as they continued through the night.

"They're close," said Merry.

Then Strider goes over to Sam. Who was still with Frodo on his left side. He looks back to see if Hiccup was paying attention. In which he was, and then turns back to the hobbit.

"Sam," he said. "Do you know the athelas plant?"

"Athelas?"

"Kingsoil."

"Kingsfoil, aye that's a weed."

"It may help to slow the poisoning," he explained. "Hurry."

Then, the two set off and try to collect kingsfoil. But before Strider could do so, he collects Hiccup to help him find it.

"Help me out with this," he said. "We need to find a plant that could save Frodo from the poison."

"Alright," Hiccup responded. "Just point me in the right direction."

"Good."

Then the two disappear from the group and search through the bushes in hopes of finding this plant that could help Frodo. Yet they were aware that time for him was running out. So they had to move fast.

After a few minutes of looking around, Hiccup and Strider found an area that was covered in small weeds. Unfortunately, most of them were not the right type of weed that they were looking for. Yet they knew that they were close. For this number of weeds could serve them very well. The two of them decided to split up so they could cover more ground.

Hiccup searched a few bushes to the left while Strider was searching a bunch of bushes a few yards behind him. He dug his hands through and examined them closely to see if they were the right kind of plant. Yet this was another different weed. So he tossed it aside and kept searching. He examined three more bushes until he reached the last one.

Unlike the others though, this one was much similar to when Strider explained it to them. And judging by its physical traits, it matched the full description. He found it. The weed that could ease up the poison that had Frodo choking for so many hours. He picked a few of them and placed it in his satchel that he carried with him. he was about to rendezvous with Strider before he felt something that was awfully strange.

And it was that he has been quiet for a long while. At first he thought that he was still searching, but by the time he could guess again, he heard a blade touching someone just behind him. Then, he heard a voice.

"What's this?" it asked. "A ranger cut off his guard?"

At that moment, Hiccup took a dart out of his pocket, and flung it over his shoulder. From there, he turned around, did a somersault and pulled out his sword. Only for it to clash with another. Shortly after that, he stood face to face with a female with pointy ears who stood her ground.

Leaving them two at an impasse. Hiccup was gonna make another move, until he looked down at Strider. Who innocently put his hand up an towards. Then he looks back at the mysterious female before standing down. And in return, the female did the same.

"You must be a friend of Strider's," he guessed.

"That's right," she responded. "How did you know?"

"I could see it in your eyes," he answered. "Normally strangers would attack without giving their enemies time to react, but you waited until I made the first move. Which I could say is really impressive."

"Well, you don't have to worry about me," she said. "I'm here to help."

"So it seems," Hiccup replied as he held his hand out. "I'm Hiccup by the way."

"Arwen," she replied back as she shook the hand. "Arwen of the House of Elrond."

"As I heard," said Hiccup. "You know, Strider said a lot about your house before. But he never mentioned anyone like you."

"He can say a lot of things," she said as she looked back at him. "But it's best that we bring this up at another time. Frodo needs our help."

"Right," Hiccup said in realization.

Then, she showed her the way to the camp. Almost forgetting about Strider, in which Hiccup looked back as he gave him the look. He didn't know what it was for, but he didn't ask anyway.

Back at the camp, Toothless kept watch on Frodo as Merry and Pippin stood guard in case if the Nazgul showed up again. He looked closer at Frodo and crooned as he breathed heavily. He pitied himself for not saving him when he had the chance. Yet he was grateful for doing something at least. Yet, to see the little thing suffering like this made is stomach ache. And it wasn't because of the wounds.

But aside from that, a slight appearance of light that came from his right caught his attention, and he shifted to that direction. Snarling as his eyes narrowed and his teeth bared out. Possibly another wraith. But instead, he saw a beautiful lady riding on a white horse appearing out from the woods. Her very appearance made Toothless drop his guard.

His wings hit the floor and his eyes became from being slit-like, to more roundish. The Night Fury purrs as she dismounts her horse and approaches the two of them. She stood just over Frodo as she knelt before him. She looks at Toothless, who looked as if he's seen the most beautiful girl he as ever come across. Who's very reflection appeared in his eyes.

As if her own soul reflected his own. She first stared him directly in the eyes without fear or hesitation. Then, she started speaking in a language that the other hobbits could not understand. But it could be something that Toothless could be familiar with.

"Have nothing to fear dragon," she said as she touched the side of his head with her right hand. "I have come to help."

At that very moment, Toothless felt uneasy. He thought not to trust her, yet he beauty and wisdom told him otherwise. He looked around before looking right back at her. Then he complied to her wishes and gave her some space for her to help Frodo.

From there, she leaned closer to Frodo. Looking at his current condition. After a moment, she was soon accompanied by Hiccup and Strider. Who rushed over to her side. The hobbits joined them shortly after.

"Who is she?" asked Merry.

"She's an elf," Sam answered.

She took a look at his wound and was at a moment of fear and worry.

"He's fading," she said to Strider. "He's not going to last."

"This should probably help," Hiccup said as he handed Strider some of the kingsfoil that he collected.

After doing his little thing, Strider was able to extract the weed into the wound. It was enough to slow the poisoning down as said before, but they were still running out of time.

"We must get him to my father," she said.

And before Hiccup knew it, he watched as Strider and Arwen loaded him up to her horse. In which he followed shortly after.

"I've been looking for you for two days," she said to Strider. "There are five wraiths behind you. Where the other four are, I do not know."

By then, the two of them started having a conversation in a different language. But due to their posture and gestures, Hiccup could already tell what they were saying. And he could make out what their plan was.

"Stay with the hobbits," Strider suggested. "I'll send horses for you."

"I'm the faster rider," she argued back. "I'll take him."

"The road is too dangerous."

"What are they saying?" asked Pippin.

"Shh," Hiccup hushed. "It might be something important.

"Frodo's dying," she urges. "If I can get across the river, the power of my people can protect him...I do not fear them."

The Strider gives in to her advice.

"As you wish."

Then, she mounts her horse and prepares for the journey. But before she could ride out, Hiccup interrupts.

"If you're going out there," he said. "Let me and Toothless cover you from the air."

"Why so?" asked Strider.

"As a lookout," Hiccup responded. "If we see one of them wraiths out there, we'll warn them if their close."

The two of them looked at each other before looking at Hiccup. And at amiss, Strider gives him a nod. And Hiccup soon calls out Toothless for the flight. In which he gets all excited. While they prepared for takeoff, Arwen begins to question Strider about the sudden appearance of the viking in the other language.

"Who is that, that travels with you?" she asked. "Is he one of your kin?"

"For sometime," Strider answered. "But he maybe the one who may help us all."

She was taken aback with those words. For she knew what Strider spoke of. She looked down, in an endless battle with her mind to piece it together. Yet she somehow managed to figure it out, but wan't sure.

"The prophecy..." she muttered to herself. "Are you sure?"

"Not yet," he answered. "But we must get him to Rivendell. Just to make sure."

"Okay," she said as she relaxed herself. "But I hope you're right. For our sake."

After a minute of last preparation, they were all ready. Hiccup mounted Toothless as he stood right next to Arwen and her horse. Leaving Strider to his side. He looks at the too and gives them one last saying before they set off.

"Hiccup," he said. "Stay strong. Make sure she makes it there."

Hiccup gave him a nod as he gestures Toothless to prepare to fly.

"Arwen," Strider said as he looked at the too. "Ride hard. Don't look back."

Then, she speaks to the horse in the same language. And next thing they knew, the horse takes off. Followed by Toothless taking to the skies. Leaving the group to have to walk all the way to Rivendell.

"What are you doing?!" Sam shouted from a distance. "Those wraiths are still out there!"

Strider looked on. Having faith that they will make it in time before either the poison or the Nazgul take the life of Frodo Baggins himself.

They traveled for a very long distance, covering a greater distance than they did before. The air felt strong, pushing against both Dragon, Viking, Elf, and Horse alike The sun shined above their faces, casting a hastily mood in the atmosphere.

They traveled across a field with lightning speed. With the dragon pair flying just above them. After an hour, they reached a Woodland area. With Hiccup and Toothless flying above the trees. Keeping a lookout for any sign of the nazgul.

He looked down at the pair from the ground, and saw Frodo wobbling back and forth from Arwen's grasp. Yet he did not fall. And for that, they did not worry. Instead they kept their eyes peeled for wraiths that would have the nerve to give chase.

At first they saw nothing, but when Hiccup took one last look down, he saw a black figure that was tailing Arwen to her left. When he looked to his left, he saw another tailing her as well. It almost looked like as if it was an illusion, but when they descended a bit as the dust cleared, it was revealed that the Nazgúl were right behind them.

"Arwen!" he called out. "Behind you, twelve o'clock!"

She heard his call and looked back. Spotting at least three wraiths tailing her. Then she turned back and resumed her ride. From where Hiccup and Toothless were, they looked like there were just mirrors. Reflecting as they passed each tree. But by the time she passed an open area, it was confirmed that they were there. Screeching as they rode their horses.

By the times she got to the other end of the clearing, five of them were giving chase to her. She pushed as hard as she could. Hitting a tree branch in the process. One that gave her a scar on the right side of her cheek.

They ran for another turn before she looked back again. Seeing at least seven of them tailing her now. She turns back and makes another turn into an open plain. With the Nazgul in pursue as their horses pounded and whined violently.

The pair from above headed in their direction and was directly above the Ringwraiths. When they reached the middle of the plain, all nine of the Nazgúl were in pursuit. He watched as Frodo, half-unconscious turns back to sense the presence of the hooded demons. One of the wraiths, who was the closest to Arwen, closes in and tried to snatch Frodo from her grasp.

At that moment, Toothless shoots a plasma blast just in front of the Nazgul. Causing it to pull back a couple of paces. At that moment, Arwen urges her horse to go faster. In which it did. They reached the other end of the plain and disappeared into the wooden plain. Hiccup and Toothless try to stay with her, but the forest was so thick that they could even see her.

But as they pressed on, they saw her turning in multiple directions in order to evade the wraiths. Which was hard for them two too do, since they could barely see her. But it changed to their figure as they watched her jump over a log. There, they dived in closer to catch up to her. Firing another plasma blast as a Nazgul too, jumped over it. Which halted the horse's approached.

They rounded for another block before finally reaching the river. They watched as Arwen crossed the river and stopped at the other side. From there, they descended from the skies and landed right beside her. He was gonna ask why she stopped, but when he looked at the other side of the river, he understood why.

For the Nazgúl stopped dead in their tracks just at the edge of the water. Their horses reared up, screaming and whining as dared not to cross the water. Leaving the Ringwaiths at a total impasse.

"Give up the half-ling," the lead wraith demanded. "Boy and she-elf."

Before Hiccup could respond, Arwen draws out their sword. Challenging the Nine to cross the river and get their prize.

"If you want him," she threatened. "Come and claim him."

In response, the Nazgul drew their swords as well. Excepting her challenge. And with no other option, Hiccup drew out his sword as well. Then, the wraiths urged their reluctant steeds to cross the ford. One of which, made both Arwen's horse Asfaloth, to rear up, and Toothless to snarl maliciously as his back glowed blue.

As they drew closer, Arwen started chanting something in her own elvish language at the river, as if she was calling to something. One of which Toothless looked upon as she chanted on.

"Nin o Chithaeglir lasto beth daer," she started. "Rimmo nin Bruinen, dan in Ulair! Nin o Chithaeglir lasto beth daer..."

As she continued to chant, Toothless looked to the river and the ground bellow them and noticed that the water level began to rise. Indicating that something big was about to happen at this very moment.

"...Rimmo nin Bruinen, dan in Uliar!"

Once she was finished chanting, Toothless's right ear perked up. He turned to his right and saw a massive wave that was raging through the river and coming straight at the Nazgul. At that moment, the wraiths began to panic. They turned to their right and began to make a run for it down river.

As the river edged closer, Hiccup and Toothless noticed that there were horse shaped heads that popped out of the wave. But beside that, they turned back to the nine. Who made an effort to outrun the wave. But despite their efforts, it was too late. And the five of them heard one last screech from them before they were completely consumed by the wave.

And they watched as the Nazgúl were washed away, taken deep into the river. After that, Hiccup looked shocked as if he saw the most bad*ss thing ever since he arrived.

"That was...pretty excessive," he managed to get out. "Eh bud?"

Toothless gave out a snort-ish growl before turning back towards Arwen. Who apparently sat Frodo down as he breathed heavily. They were out of time. For he was in a dying state now.

"Frodo, no!:" she cried. "Frodo, don't give in! Not now!"

She started shaking him rapidly. Seeing if there was any sense in him. Unfortunately for her though, there was no sense in him. Tears an her down her face. Her heart filled with failure and guilt. For it already had consumed him. She embraced him in a tight hug. Closing her eyes and waiting for death to take him.

Yet, she felt a hand that touched her shoulder. She looked back and saw Hiccup. With Toothless right behind him.

"We have to keep moving," he said. "There's still time to save him."

Apparently for her though, she nodded her head and denied it.

"No," she responded. "It's too late. He has given in to darkness."

But despite her denial, Hiccup seemingly defied it.

"Maybe," he said. "But we didn't come this far just to lose him. We have to try."

"Why can't you see it?!" she argued. "He's gone."

"How do you know that?!" she shot back. "How do you know that he's not dead like the rest of them?!"

"You know nothing of this world. You don't understand the power that consumes us all."

She turned back to Frodo and kept on mourning for him. Yet Hiccup wasn't finished with what her conversation.

"Yeah, you're right," he admitted. "I'm not from here. But where I come from, I fight for what's right. And now matter how difficult it could be, or how hopeless the situation could, I still try. Sure there can be times where you're stuck with a problem you can't fix, or if you don't make it to your objective in time. But if you at least try, try hard and not give up, then I promise you right here and right now, that there will be some good out of this."

Then he extends out his hand to her while she still hold Frodo.

"So what do you say?" he asked. "Are we just gonna sit here and cry like a child, or are we gonna save that kid while we still can?"

She looked up at him. With tears still in her eyes. They shared a look before she looked back at Toothless. Who crooned at the sight of her feeling all sad. Then she looked back at Hiccup. And thought to herself that he is not the type of guy who would not give up so easily. Which was an easy virtue for a man of the prophecy to obtain. And within that look, she gave into the proposition, that she would at least try to save the young hobbit.

And for that, she took his hand. And helped her up to his feet.

"Alright," she said. "I'll do it."

"Good," Hiccup responded. "Now let's go save the boy."

And that's the end of another chapter. Please click on the review box if you have anything in general regarding either my progress or future updates. Okay folks, see you in chapter seven.