Chapter 5: Weathertop
"How far?" I complained. They had been walking for two days now.
"Shade! Stop your complaining! There's almost a day ahead of us." Aragorn replied. I hate walking. I groaned. The hobbits just smiled at me. They found me very comical. For two days, I had been moaning, because I had; tree branches whipped in my face, I tripped over tree roots, I ran into trees, and about every other kind of damage a tree could do to you. The hobbits just laughed at me clumsiness.
"I've never seen an elf as clumsy as you." Aragorn had remarked.
I just rolled her eyes and walked ahead of them. Every few minutes, I mumbled loud enough to hear, "Are we there yet?" Frodo became annoyed quickly. He was getting bitten by bugs the sizes of footballs, and I would cease to shut up. At least they were covered by humongous trees that shaded them; but I found no happiness in running into spider webs that the men had avoided so they could find something to humor themselves with.
"Guys! Stop it!" I grumbled. About a day later, like Aragorn had calculated, they came upon a gigantic rocky, hellish, terrain.
"Ah! Weathertop! It is a sit!" Sam exclaimed.
"Yeah, a sit for the blind! What's so great about it?" I found nothing beautiful about this Weathertop place.
"It's amongst the most amazing structural terrains that wasn't made by humans nor any other creatures. It's a wonder!" Sam explained.
"I just see a rocky old hill!" I said, moving on.
"Well, you'll like it because it's a resting spot." Aragorn said, walking ahead of me.
"Now that's what I call good reason to like this place." I smiled.
The hobbits laughed, even Aragorn broke a smile. So they started to climb the mountain-like hill. I had no problems with climbing things, so I just swiftly neared the top. I waited at the top for about thirty minutes before Aragorn finally got there.
"Finally!" I expressed, standing up from where I was sitting. I sat under a cave-like impression, which Aragorn was aiming to go to.
"Be quiet! I paced myself." Aragorn lied.
"Uh-huh?" I said, arms crossed.
Merry and Pippin came next; then Sam, which I helped up, and Frodo took up the rear. Frodo looked tired and raged.
"Are you okay?" I asked, I was meant to watch out for him after all.
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me." Frodo just went and sat against the wall. He seemed to fall asleep. Sam had started a fire, as Aragorn went to gather wood and food. Frodo woke up to find the hobbits cooking their vegetables.
"Put the fire out! Put it out!" Frodo yelled.
"Hey! I was cooking those!" Sam griped. I just sat back and watched. Suddenly, a familiar cry filled the air.
"Oh no!" I said, jumping up. The nazgul were coming. I looked across the terrain and saw them heading their way.
"We must get to higher ground! Quick!" I ordered. The hobbits ran ahead of me. The got to the top of Weathertop, and they stood in a circle, backs faced in. They hid Frodo in the back of the group, for that's what the nazgul were after.
It did not take them long to show themselves either. They came from all around. Aragorn had told her earlier about the nine men who were turned into the walking dead. All nine were there. They all grouped up around the group of friends, the way they grouped up around the bed at the Prancing Pony. They got ready to fight and lunged at the front hobbits, Merry and Pippin, who gladly lunged right back. Frodo held up Sting, his sword that glew blue if orks were around, from what Sam had told her. Sam and I were next. I was given a dagger from Aragorn. I dove at the nazgul, swiping every which-a-way. I smelled the foul, dead smell that lurked upon the nazgul. Frodo looked terrified. He was attacked by the one that wore a crown, which was the King. Aragorn came running up Weathertop and attacked two, while the King threw Frodo's sword to the ground. He had just cornered Frodo who had appeared from being invisible, when Aragorn caught my nazguls on fire and I bounded to Frodo. The nazgul had bolted his sword at Frodo, when I jumped in front of the blade.
"Ahh!" I yelled in pain. The sword felt like fire burning my arm off. I was laying on cold stone, looking up to see a glorious, friendly face. My eyes searched Frodo for any injuries, and sure enough, the nazgul that had seriously harmed me had somehow cut Frodo's arm. He held is arm as if it were on fire, hissing, but he was at my side. I moaned in pain as I heard Sam, Pippin, and Merry guarded both Frodo and me. This was going all wrong! I was sent to protect them, not the other way around! I was supposed to help Frodo, not make things worse! I felt hot tears pour down my face as I watched Aragorn scare all the nazgul away with his fire lit torch. Frodo pulled my head onto his lap.
"Shade! Shade! No! Why'd you do that?" Frodo yelled, angry and frightened.
"I'm your friend. That's what friends do." I hissed in pain. Aragorn got rid of the nazgul, and all my friends ran to my side.
"Shade!" The hobbits cried. They were scared; I was terrified.
Aragorn picked me up and carried me bridal style through the woods. He ran, with the hobbits trailing behind, when he met up with a female elf. The hobbits caught up and heard him talk elfish to the woman.
"What are they saying?" Sam asked.
"I don't know." Frodo answered. My eyes were clouded and had black seeping into them. Aragorn placed her on top of the elf's horse and started to talk English to the woman when she mounted the horse. I was unconscious, the poison from the blade penetrating her.
"Ride fast Arwen. They will come after you!" Aragorn had smacked the horses behind and said something else elfish as the woman rode off with me.
"No! Where's she taking Shade?" Frodo yelled.
"She can save her. We are to go to Rivendell." Aragorn said, and they started walking in the direction the woman went.
Arwen, from what Aragorn said, rode on through trees until she heard the shrill cry and the nazgul had caught up to her. She rode on, zigzagging into the trees, as the nazgul tried to grab me. Arwen scrapped her face against a branch, as I looked at one of the, I will start to call them ringwraiths since Aragorn had told me that's what they were also called, ringwraiths with a homely look. Arwen leapt ahead of them and came to a river. She galloped on into the river when the ringwraiths stopped before they hit the water and cried. Arwen looked around in panic before she thought of something.
"If you want her, come and claim her!" Arwen yelled. The ringwraiths looked at each other, if there was anything to look at, and then trudged on after Arwen. She began to recite an elfish incantation. The water came flooding down the river, and it looked as if the water were made of horse spirits. The water flooded over the ringwraiths as Arwen climbed to land. She set me on the ground and called out to me.
"Oh Shade! Don't leave me! Stay with me! Stay awake." Arwen called. I saw her coming to me like a dream, but she was glowing and calling to me, and then I blacked out.
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