Esmeralda, The Ear'Quessir.
Author's Note: Numero cinco! Yay! Thanks for all the reviews. I'm glad you like i so far.
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Chapter Five: Oh Shit. Not good.
Esmeralda's POV
I'd been walking around for about ten minutes, kicking up dust and staring at the stars, when I heard it. Those stupid hobbits. They had a fire going, and they had attracted the beast. The riders, you know. I started to sprint towards the top of the mountain, hill, thing we were staying, and ran into Aragorn half way there. He gave me a scared look and started running faster. I just caught the sound sound of shrieking up on the top and knew why he was worried, the dumb idiots ran to the top of the structure, not down to get out. Stupid creatures, don't even have brains. The wraiths were with them. I started running faster and passd Aragorn about halfway up. Then I heard it. The unmistakable cry of pain. Someone had been stabbed. We weren't fast enough. I gave another burst of speed up the hill just in time to see the Numero Uno ringwraith pulling his sword out of nothing. Oh wait, there's the hobbit he hit, Frodo, the dumbarse put the ring on. Didn't I tell him not to do that because they were attacted to the pull of the ring? Just because I can be dumb at times, doesn't mean ignore me when I say something important! I pulled my sword out of my sheath and ran forward, out of the corner of my eye I saw Aragorn running around like a chicken witout head, hitting, swiping, throwing sticks that were on fire. He looked like a dork. I started to chuckle until I realized that caused the wraith that stabbed Frodo to notice me coming foward. Damn, I blew what cover I had. Oh well here goes! I readied myself and ran forward, just to see the thing retreating with a stick in it's face. What the hell. I didn't even have a stick, and I never could have hit him in the face. I turn, and there was stupid Aragorn smirking.
"You know, if you weren't a good healer and there wasn't a dying hobbit, I would push you off this mountain." He shook his head laughing and ran over ot Frodo. Aragorn picked up the blade that stabbed Frodo, only to have the blade become dust and float away with the wind.
"It was a cursed blade, a blade of Morgul. This is beyond my healing. We must head to Rivendell, now. Sam, do you know of the plant Athelas?"
"Athelas?"
"Kingsfoil."
"Aye, it's a weed?"
"Just go get it and shut up Sam." I yelled, I was tired of him arguing. If there was one thing I noticed about hobbits during this whole trip,it was that they were like five years olds in every way, hieght, brains, and mannerisms. Sam threw me a disgruntled look and ran off with Aragorn glaring at me while following him.
"Do you think Frodo will be ok Esme?" asked Pippin walking towards me, with the face he had, not even I had the heart to say a sarcastic comment. And it's almost impossible to make that happen. Almost.
"I'm sure he will be, Frodo's a strong hobbit. If he can't make if, I don't think anyone can." Erps, wrong thing to say, Pippin's eyes grew wider and his lip started trembling, "I er...didn't mean he was going to die, I was just saying he was a very strong hobbit that would most definitly make it. Now stop crying and be as brave as Frodo." the said hobbit was shivering despite the hundreds of blankets we had given him and the fire. The two hobbits and I sat in silenve for about ten minutes before Aragorn came rushing towards us.
"We must head out now, I haven't found any athelas. We will continue onwards." he gathered Frodo in his arms and started off. I got the others up and pushed them forward, following after to make sure none were left behind. We stopped about two hours out. Frodo was gettting worse by the minute. He turned a nasty green yellow color, and his blue eyes had glazed over. Aragorn and Sam had gone out in search of athelas again. Merry, Pippin, and I started a fire to try and keep Frodo atleast a little warm. Is that a hoofbeat? I swear I hear hoofeats in the distance. Nope, I must be hearing things. Oh well.
I had just settled down to try and relax a little when three figures came hurtling into the clearing where we were staying. Two were familiar to me, the other however, was not. I could telll it was an elleth like I, but I was not sure who she was. See ran over to Frodo and leaned over him.
"Frodo, I am Arwen. Telin le thaed. Lasto beth nin, tolo dan na galad." ( I am Arwen. I have come to help you. Hear my voice, come back to the light.)
"Who's she?" questioned Merry curiosuly peering at the stranger. I'm gonna take a wild guess and pull this out of the dark, her name's Arwen. I'm right aren't I?
"She's an elf you dolt, what else?" I snapped at Merry, honestly, even people without brains are smarter than the four hobbits I had for traveling partners.
"He is fading. He is not going to last. We must get him to my father. I have been looking for you for two days." said Arwen looking up from Frodo, first glancing curiously in my direction and they redirecting her look to Aragorn. Thats right girl, don't stare at me unless you want to be like the hobbits.
"Where's she taking him?" whispered Merry, only it wasn't a whisper, more like a yell.
"You have five wraiths behind you. Where the rest are I do not know." Gee thanks, I would have never guessed, I mean especially considering the fact that one of our party got stabbed by one? Where do I get brains like yours?
"Dartho guin Perian. Rych le ad tolthathon." (Stay with the Hobbits. I will send horses for you.) Aragorn said while placing Frodo on the white horse that had magically appeared in the clearing. Woah.I hadn't even noticed it until now, that must have been what I heard earlier. He is so not leaving me with all these hobbits, I might explode.
"I am the faster rider, if I can make it to the ford, the magic of my people will protect us." replied Arwen climbing up on the horse.
"Fine. Ride hard, ride fast." replied Aragorn looking worriedly up at the elleth on the horse. Uh-oh, I think some one's in love. You mean he's had a gilr this whole itme? And I never knew? How dare him. Well, that doesn't explain while he's bitter all the time.
"Noro lim Asfolth, Noro lim." they burst out of the clearing. The last view of them I got was Frodo's head lowling around her shoulder, while they sped towards Rivendell, hoping to get there before it was too late.
Aurthor's Note: Hope you like it. I think I'm gonna skip the rest of their travels to Rivendell and just have them arrive there in the next chapter. Tell me what you think!