A/N: Hello again readers i am updating a bit sooner, mostly because I didn't have to write as much for the flight to the ford. But I also must share some rather exciting news, This Fanfiction has had over 400 views, I want to thank all of my readers. I most definitely want to thank my reviewers, Followers, and Favoriters without you guys this story probably wouldn't be alive right now.

Now i am going to get two of our favorite hobbit tricksters to do the disclaimer, take it away merry and pippin.

Merry: But do we really have to?

Pippin: Yes do we really have to, you haven't really given us much of a role in this story except to mention us.

Me: You both know that i am the all- powerful author in this story and can easily kill you off. *EVIL GRIN*

Merry: Nuincalion Griffondor doesn't own the LoTR or any of its characters

Pippin: He only owns his OC and is not making any money off of this

Me: Thank you, Now on with the flight to the ford.

When I awake the first thing I notice is that my cloak is gone. I sit up and gauge my surroundings. The four hobbits look at me, and seem to be taken aback at my eyes. Frodo looked pale and shaky. I rise from my position and walk over to him, "Let me see your shoulder, I might be able to heal it."

"Are you alright Miss Wraith," Sam asks me apparently unfazed by my different colored eyes.

I smile at him kindly, "I am fine same, I just used too much magic."

This garners a few looks of confusion from the hobbits.

"I see that you are confused, well I am not powerful in magic by any stretch of imagination, there are limits to what I can do, and i pushed those limits too far," I tell them as I look at Frodo's shoulder. The blade had plunged rather deep into his shoulder, but it was not too terribly serious.

"Well, I believe that I can heal this," I say with a smile as I lay my hands on his shoulder and begin chanting spells of healing.

At first when my magic was probing and beginning the healing process nothing was wrong, But when I hit the bottom of the wound I faced a magic that forced my magic out with a burst of pure evil. I fall back sweating, the hobbits could tell that something was wrong.

"What is it, what is wrong," Frodo asks me looking worried

"You have been stabbed with a morgul blade Frodo, we need to get you to Rivendell fast, we leave now, with or without Aragorn." I say going over to Bill the pony and leading him over.

"What is so terrible about a morgul blade?" Sam asks me, I look at him with fear in my eyes, "Those stabbed with the blade after time become wraiths like the black riders, those who have part of the blade left behind succumb sooner that is exactly what has happened to Frodo, if he had just been stabbed with it I could heal it, but with the tip of the blade still in there, well there are few in middle earth who have the skill to heal him. The only one possibly close enough to help him is Elrond.

"What about Strider, we can't leave without him." Sam questions me.

"We have little time we have to move now, our pace must quicken, leave all that can be spared behind." I tell them leaving a brief message for Aragorn, "Merry, Pippin, and Sam, you three will have to carry the food, Frodo needs to conserve his energy for the fight that his body will need to use to keep the blade from getting to him."

The hobbits put the food packs onto their backs and we start moving. Aragron catches up with us at dawn.

"Don't EVER do that again Arindil," He begins

"We don't have time to discuss this, Frodo was stabbed by a morgul blade, the tip is still in there I have not the strength to heal it, but if you could find some Athalas i might be able to slow it down more." I tell him.

"No you find it, meet us at the trolls in a couple days." He tells me.

"Fine, Frodo how are you." I ask him, realizing that he is shivering.

"I am cold." He tells me

"I am an idiot, ok this will help. Lauca telme (A/N:Warm Cloak), There that should keep you warm." I turn to Aragorn, "I will see you in a couple days, watch out for the Nazgûl."

I run through the foliage to Sam's shout, "What are you doing, those wraiths are still out there."

1 Day Later

"I cannot believe that it has taken me this long to find Athalas, for a plant that was supposed to be a weed this plant is exceedingly hard to find." I mutter to myself as I search the brush. Between looking for the plant and dodging Nazgûl I have gone rather far from the trolls. I stumble and fall literally face first into the Athalas.

"Now I find it," I mutter ill temperedly as i grab a dagger and start cutting it off, when I feel a blade position itself next to my throat.

"What is this, a ranger caught off her guard." A familiar male voice says from behind me.

I exasperatedly say, "Really Elladan, you nearly made my heart give out."

"Arindil, where is Aragorn we were told that you were traveling with him and the hobbits?" Elladan asks me.

"Right now I don't know their exact position but I know where they will be, I am here because the ringbearer was stabbed with a morgul blade and part of it is still lodged in his shoulder." I tell him and his face pales. He then leads me to his horse which is being held by his brother.

"Where will they be?" Elladan asks me

"The trolls that were turned to stone by Gandalf and the company of Thorin." I tell him and Elrohir.

Elladan mounts his horse and offers his hand to me. He pulls me into the back of the horse and ride fast, we make it to the last bridge when disaster strikes us. The bridge was being held against us by three of the nine and several dozen orcs, we saw them before they could see us. We stopped and prepared our weapons and discussed a plan.

"Well we need some diversion or we won't be able to kill them all, Arindil can you use some of your magic to get us through?" Elladan asks me.

"Right now I barely have the strength to make a small spark," I tell him

"Oh how terribly convenient that is," Elrohir says coldly

"Elrohir, can't you see that she has never sided with the enemy once, Father trusts her and I trust her with my life, you should trust her too." Elladan jumps to my defence.

"And to answer that statement Elrohir I have very nearly exhausted my magic over the past few days with my attempt to heal frodo, flinging fire at Nazgûl, and evading them. So if we can move past this for three seconds and find a way to get past these servants of the enemy." I tell him impatiently pulling my bow off of my back and notching an arrow.

We all took up places in the trees and began to rain arrows onto the orcs. The orcs began panicking and retreated through the forest, believing themselves to be in an ambush. The Nazgûl rode off in the direction of Rivendell, which worried me. The twins brought up their horses and we road through the forest making it to the trolls, where aragorn was waiting with the hobbits.

"Arindil, you made it and i see you found some help as well." Aragorn told me smiling.

I jump down and hand him the Athalas, He threw the leaves into boiling water and bathed Frodo's shoulder. The fragrance of the steam was refreshing, i immediately feel my mind clear and my muscles relax.

Over the following days we make a great pace with the two horses and Bill the pony carrying the hobbits and the luggage.

We were beginning to look out for a place off the Road, where we could camp for the night, when they heard a sound that brought sudden fear back into our hearts: the noise of hoofs behind them. They looked back, but they could not see far because of the many windings and rollings of the Road. As quickly as they could they scrambled off the beaten way and up into the deep heather and bilberry brushwood on the slopes above, until they came to a small patch of thick-growing hazels. As we peered out from among the bushes, we could see the Road, faint and grey in the failing light, some thirty feet below them. The sound of hoofs drew nearer. They were going fast, with a light clippety-clippety-clip. Then faintly, as if it was blown away from them by the breeze, they seemed to catch a dim ringing, as of small bells tinkling.

"That does not sound like a Black Rider's horse!" said Frodo, listening intently. The other hobbits agreed hopefully that it did not, but they all remained full of suspicion. They had been in fear of pursuit for so long that any sound from behind seemed ominous and unfriendly. But Aragorn was now leaning forward, stooped to the ground, with a hand to his ear, and a look of joy on his face.

Suddenly into view below came a white horse, gleaming in the shadows, running swiftly. In the dusk it's headstall flickered and flashed, as if it were studded with gems like living stars. The rider's cloak streamed behind him, and his hood was thrown back; his golden hair flowed shimmering in the wind of his speed, it was Glorfindel.

Aragorn and Elrohir sprang from hiding and dashed down towards the Road, leaping with a cry through the heather; but even before he had moved or called, the rider had reined in his horse and halted, looking up towards the thicket where they stood. When he saw Aragorn and Elrohir, he dismounted and ran to meet him calling out. Elladan and I stayed behind moving the horses and hobbits into the road.

As soon as Glorfindel saw me a look of thinly veiled disgust crossed his face, which was not unnoticed by the hobbits.

"This is Glorfindel, who dwells in the house of Elrond," Aragorn tells the hobbits.

"Hail, and well met at last!" Glorfindel says Frodo. "I was sent from Rivendell to look for you. We feared that you were in danger upon the road."

"Then Gandalf has reached Rivendell?" cried Frodo joyfully.

"No. He had not when I departed; but that was nine days ago," answers Glorfindel. "Elrond received news that troubled him. Some of my kindred, journeying in your land beyond the Baranduin, learned that things were amiss, and sent messages as swiftly as they could. They said that the Nine were abroad, and that you were astray bearing a great burden without guidance, for Gandalf had not returned. There are few even in Rivendell that can ride openly against the Nine; but such as there were, Elrond sent out north, west, and south. It was thought that you might turn far aside to avoid pursuit, and become lost in the Wilderness. It was my lot to take the Road, and I came to the Bridge of Mitheithel, and left a token there, nigh on seven days ago. Three of the servants of Sauron were upon the Bridge, but they withdrew and I pursued them westward. I came also upon two others, but they turned away southward. Since then I have searched for your trail. Two days ago I found it, and followed it over the Bridge; and today I marked where you descended from the hills again. But come! There is no time for further news. Since you are here we must risk the peril of the Road and go. There are five behind us, and when they find your trail upon the Road they will ride after us like the wind. And they are not all. Where the other four may be, I do not know. I fear that we may find the Ford is already held against us."

We were about to move when Frodo paled and almost fell off one of the horses.

"My master is sick and wounded," said Sam angrily. "He can't go on riding after nightfall. He needs rest."

I catch Frodo before he falls and lower him to the ground.

"Get away from him morgul spawn," Glorfindel tells me angrily

"Glorfindel do not speak to her like that," Aragorn and Elladan both tell him.

"He is right we cannot truly trust her," Elrohir admonishes

"Boys, let's discuss my trustworthiness later and save Frodo now." I say irritated

Glorfindel then looks with a look of inquisitiveness at Aragorn, who briefly told of the attack on our camp under Weathertop, and of the deadly knife. He drew out the hilt of the blade, which he had found, and handed it to the Elf. Glorfindel shuddered as he took it, but he looked intently at it, then at me with a quick look of suspicion.

"There are evil things written on this hilt," he said; "though maybe your eyes cannot see them. Keep it, Aragorn, till we reach the house of Elrond! But be wary, and handle it as little as you may! Alas! the wounds of this weapon are beyond my skill to heal. I will do what I can – but all the more do I urge you now to go on without rest."

He searched the wound on Frodo's shoulder with his fingers, and his face grew graver, as if what he learned disquieted him.

Frodo gained a bit of color again but not much, Glorfindel them put him on his horse. And we began walking again with aragorn Frodo and Glorfindel in the front, Merry, Pippin and Elrohir in the middle, And Sam, Elladin, and me in the back. Glorfindel and Elrohir kept looking back suspicion in their faces, their glances were met with a murderous glare from me. As we were walking sam mustered up the courage to ask me a couple questions.

" , Why do the other two elves seem to dislike you."

" ?" Elladan asks confused

"Wraith is what the people of Bree call me," I say to Elladan, then dropping my voice so that only Sam and Elladin could hear my voice, "Sam can you keep a secret?"

Sam nods his head

"Well, I hope you can see past what I am about to tell you, the reason for their mistrust and hatred of me is that, well… My father is Sauron."

Sam looks at me with a startled expression, then surprises me with his next statement, "Well miss, you seem like an excellent person, I still trust you."

I smile at Sam, "The Shire must be a grand place to have your quality not be judged by your parentage."

"Actually Shire-folk quality tends to be judged a lot by the parents, but I have found that your quality is of the very highest." Sam tells me.

A tear rolls down my cheek and Elladan grabs my hand and smiles to me.

We stopped that night and I got my first good sleep in over a week. I awoke to see Elrohir and Glorfindel off to the side. I stand up and stretch seeing everyone else preparing to leave.

"Why didn't you wake me sooner?" I ask

"In case you haven't noticed but you haven't slept in over a week, you needed all the rest you could get." Aragorn told me, which got me an severly stern look from Elladan.

As we start moving Glorfindel says "Our peril will be greatest just ere we reach the river for my heart warns me that the pursuit is now swift behind us, and other danger may be waiting by the Ford or amongst us."

I whisper to Elladan, "I swear one more crack about my loyalty and he is going to run into an unfortunately convenient fireball."

Elladan smiles and when everyone was looking forward, kisses the life out of me.

The rest of the day I was giddy, smiling and really didn't listen to any of the snide comments from Elrohir and Glorfindel, at least till I heard the hoofbeats from behind us. Glorfindel turned and listened, then he sprang forward with a loud cry.

"Fly!" he called. "Fly! The enemy is upon us!" The white horse leaped forward. The hobbits ran down the slope. Glorfindel, Elrohir, Elladan, Aragorn and I followed as rearguard. They were only half way across the flat, when suddenly there was a noise of horses galloping. Out of the gate in the trees that they had just left rode a Black Rider. He reined his horse in, and halted, swaying in his saddle. Another followed him, and then another; then again two more.

"Ride forward! Ride!" cried Glorfindel to Frodo.

He did not obey at once checking the horse to a walk, he turned and looked back. The Riders seemed to sit upon their great steeds like threatening statues upon a hill, dark and solid, while all the woods and land about them receded as if into a mist.

"Ride on! Ride on!" cried Glorfindel, and then loud and clear to his horse "Ride now, ride now Asfaloth!"

I jumped on Elladan's horse and Elladan stole his brother's horse and we road after Frodo, the others falling behind. At the same moment the black horses leaped down the hill in pursuit, and from the Riders came a terrible cry. It was answered; and to my dismay and fear out from the trees and rocks away on the left four other Riders came flying. Two rode towards Frodo; two galloped madly towards the Ford to cut off his escape. They seemed to him to run like the wind and to grow swiftly larger and darker, as their courses converged with his.

"Náré" I shout extending my palm sending a fireball outward from my hand causing the two heading for the ford to veer away. I look forward and my hope seems to die within me. The remaining rider was blocking the ford, only one would be confident enough in his abilities to hold the fords alone against us, The Witch King of Angmar.

I look over at Elladan, and close my eyes. I urge my horse to put on more speed. I catch up to Frodo and Asfaloth, "Frodo," I call to him and he turns his head, "Tell Elladan, I am sorry."

As we get to the Ford I send fire racing towards the Witch King, thoroughly distracting him the draw my sword and stop my horse and begin fighting, the Witch King immediately kills my horse with a bit of his own magic. My leg got caught under the horse as Elladan came closer and Frodo blasts past. I manage to get out from underneath the horse with extreme amounts of pain, I believe that my leg might be broken. The Witch King brings his blade racing down towards my head, which I barely manage to deflect so that it hits my non-sword arm. I fall to the ground defeated, my sword flying from my hand, just as Elladan gets there and leans down grabbing me and pulling me onto the back of his horse, I was fighting to stay conscious as i heard him yelling how stupid that was. We make it to the other side where Frodo was waiting looking behind us. I turned my head back to see all nine of the riders sitting there on their black steeds.

Suddenly the Witch King purred his horse forward. It checked at the water and reared up. With a great effort Frodo sat upright and brandished his sword.

"Go back!" he cried. "Go back to the Land of Mordor, and follow me no more!" His voice sounded thin and shrill in his own ears. Our enemies laughed at him with a harsh and chilling laughter. "Come back! Come back!" they called. "To Mordor we will take you!"

I muster up my voice, "Go back to the abyss, fall into the nothingness that awaits you and your master." This brings a bout of cold laughter from the nine.

Elladan swings his horse around and brings out his sword, "Fly back to your master and tell him this slaves to his will, he will never get the ring."

"The Ring! The Ring!" they cried with deadly voices; and immediately the Witch King urged his horse forward into the water, followed closely by two others.

"By Elbereth and Lúthien the Fair," said Frodo with a last effort, lifting up his sword, "you shall have neither the Ring nor me!"

Then the Witch King, who was now half across the Ford, stood up menacing in his stirrups, and raised up his hand. Frodo was stricken dumb, his sword broke and fell out of his shaking hand. The elf-horse reared and snorted. The foremost of the black horses had almost set foot upon the shore. Our horse reared and threw me off, Elladan stayed on the horse, but his sword also shattered and fell to the ground, despair rushed through me.

At that moment there came a roaring and a rushing: a noise of loud waters rolling many stones. Before I lost consciousness I saw the river start to rise as the magic of my adoptive father and presumably Gandalf swept the Nazgûl away.