Several days passed rather uneventfully as you traveled on towards Rivendell. The weather was rather unpleasant and had turned rather cold and damp. You noticed that the hobbits slept rather uncomfortably. Sensing that danger was afoot, you took as little rest as you could. Being an elf, that part was easy. Aragorn decided that the best plan of action was to travel up Weathertop to get a good look at the surroundings.

Finally, after six days of traveling, you reached Weathertop. Aragorn decided to take you, Frodo, and Merry to the very peak, leaving Sam and Pippin in a hollow below to set up camp. You looked around the area, observing the ruins of what had once been a great watchtower of the Last Alliance. Looking around the area, you noticed that the grass had been burnt in a ring shape around a cairn of broken stones.

"Odd..." you breathed.

Aragorn stood beside you and looked over the area. "I don't want to get the hobbits hopes up until I have looked around the area more," he whispered, "but I think this may be a sign that Gandalf has been here. Something odd has definitely taken place here."

"Could that have been the light we saw a few nights ago?" you whispered back.

"Possibly. Come, lets look over the area. You can tell me if you see anything with your elf eyes." Aragorn lead you towards the rim of the circle. The land around Weathertop was beautiful and you could see far from the peak. Even the mountains were visible in the distance. For as far as you could see, there was only some wildlife roaming about in trees below. You assured him that there was nothing of importance moving in the nearby area but decided to keep lookout for a little bit while he further investigated the burned circle with the hobbits.

You overheard Aragorn telling the hobbits about his theory on Gandalf already having been here and left. He even found a stone with runes on it, most likely they were left by Gandalf. Suddenly, you saw two black figures come out of the treeline onto the road below, heading westward. As you watched them, you began to feel very curious about them. Then you noticed three black figures coming out of the treeline a little further away, heading eastward, towards the other two. You quickly scrambled down from your lookout.

"Strider!" you hissed out. "Nazgul!"

You saw fear cross over the three's faces. Aragorn quickly went to go look over the edge for himself. When he came back he confirmed that the black riders were in the area, though it was only five of them rather than the full force. "We better go alert Sam and Pippin," he said.

Aragorn lead the way back down from the peak to the hollow where Sam and Pippin had been left. While you had been gone, they had found water. Aragorn went to search for tracks but came back disappointed. The hobbits had unintentionally ruined any signs of anything that may have been in the area.

Aragorn decided to set up camp in the area for the night. He even told a story of an elf maiden named Luthien. As Aragorn told the story, you began to remember it. Even some of the smaller details that had been left out. Once he finished, you watched the moon rise over Weathertop. A couple of the hobbits got up to stretch their legs a bit and wandered away from the campfire. But they quickly came running back.

"I don't know what it is... but I suddenly felt very afraid. I felt as though something were creeping up the slope!" Sam reported, out of breath. "You couldn't pay me to leave this hollow!"

"I saw something!" Merry exclaimed. "Or I thought I did... I thought I saw three black shapes coming over the hilltop, moving this way!"

"Get close to the fire," ordered Aragorn, "and keep your faces outwards."

Quickly, everyone got in place in a circle around the fire. You scanned the shadows anxiously for signs of the approaching nazgul. Suddenly, you saw shadows rise out of the darkness. You could see three figures approaching and two hanging back. They appeared like black rips in the fabric of time and were slowly coming closer. Terror overcame a couple of the hobbits and they threw themselves down into the ground.

You pulled out your sword, the elven blade glinting in the moonlight. The figures paused for a moment, eyeing you up. "Moraina..." they seemed to whisper.

One of them stepped forward. Speaking to you it said, "The ring Moraina! Give us the ring!"

You looked over at Frodo and suddenly, you saw him disappear!

"Guess we won't need you to get it for us after all," laughed the wraith, lunging forward.

Though you couldn't see Frodo, you judged where he was and leapt in front of him. "No!" you shouted, taking a dagger to the shoulder and falling to the ground.

"Foolish girl," the wraith snarls at you. "Perhaps now you will learn some obedience." He kicks you aside and makes another stab at Frodo. You hear him cry out and knew they had gotten him. Then for a reason unknown to you, the wraiths retreated.

You clutched at your wounded shoulder, the pain sending you into a fiery vision. Once again you saw the attractive man in a black tower. He was still at his workbench but this time he notices your presence immediately. "Moraina..." he says, looking you over. "I thought I felt your presence before." He approaches you and you take a step back. "Are you afraid, Moraina?" he smirks.

"N-no!" you stutter. You knew your word of defiance didn't fool him. "Why do you and the ringwraiths call me Moraina?"

"You don't know?" he looks disgusted, but his disgust doesn't appear to be aimed at you. You shook your head. "Because..."

"Aiweneth?" you heard a voice call your name and suddenly you were shaken out of your vision. Slowly your eyes came back into focus. You look upward, seeing Aragorn kneeling over you, a look of concern on his face. "Aiweneth? Are you alright?"

"Huh? Yeah..." you reply hoarsely, dragging yourself into a sitting position. You notice Aragorn is looking at your wound. "Its just a scratch," you say, "it'll be fine. Did you find Frodo?"

Aragorn nods. "He is not badly hurt, but I fear there is more to his wound than what meets the eye." Aragorn reaches for you shoulder, "Allow me to look at your wound. You were hurt by the same wraith as Frodo."

You resign to the fact that Aragorn is going to look at your wound whether you want him to or not. "Aragorn..." Aragorn hums in response. "I had a vision again."

"I figured as much when you weren't responding to me. What did you see?"

"I saw-" suddenly you felt as though you shouldn't tell Aragorn about the man or your brief conversation with him. Aragorn is looking at you concerned again. "It was that black tower again," you lied, it felt very underwhelming. "Something about it was just so... captivating."

Aragorn frowns slightly, he also seems to think what you saw was a little underwhelming or perhaps it was because of his evaluation of your wound. "Interesting, but I suppose its not unlikely that a wraith attack would bring up a vision like that. As for your wound, I'm afraid its much like Frodo's. There isn't a lot I can do for it out in the wilderness aside from clean it. We'll have to get to Rivendell."