Sorry it took so long to get this chapter up guys, I was shopping for Legolas posters. Well, I can garuntee
anyone who is waiting, that Legolas makes his appearance in the fifth or fourth chapter and Darren makes
his in the sixth one. Please keep reading!!! Oh and feel free to suggest any ideas you may have.
R&R
Booklover03.
* * * * * * *
The next morning, The group had gotten up around four and loaded the pony. But they didn't end up
leaving until about six-thirty because Butterbur insisted on Mirra and the Hobbits being well-fed.
Hours later, the company was far away from Bree. Strider was leading them along the countryside. Mirra
loved it, the senery was beautiful and she loved to walk along through the trees.
The Hobbits didn't seem to notice the senery much. Neither did Strider.
"Where are you taking us?" Asked Frodo.
"Into the wild" Replied Strider, from up ahead.
The Hobbits slowed pace so they could talk, Sam holding onto the reins of the pony.
"How do we know this Strider is a friend of Gandalf?" Asked Merry.
"We don't. But we don't have much of a choice other to trust him, do we?" Mirra said. "Besides you trusted
me". She reminded them.
Frodo nodded in agreement. "Mirra's right, we have no choice but to trust he is on our side."
"But where is he leading us?" Asked Sam.
"To Rivendell, Master Gamgee, to the house of Elrond." Said Strider's voice from the bushes further ahead.
"Did you hear that? Rivendell. We're going to see the Elves!" Sam exclaimed.
"How the hell did he hear us?" Mirra asked nobody in particular.
* * *
They treked on for another hour then the company stopped and pulled out some cooking equipment.
Strider must have noticed his company had stopped because he turned back to them to see Sam, Pippin and
Merry pulling out cooking equipment and Mirra and Frodo sitting down to rest their feet.
"We do not stop until nightfall" He said.
"What about breakfast?" Asked Pippin, as Sam started to pack up the pot and pans again.
"You've already had it". Replied Strider.
"We've had one yes, but what about second breakfast?" Pippin asked again, with a hint of a challenge in his
voice.
Strider turned around and continued onwards. Mirra swore she had seen him roll his eyes.
"I don't think he knows about second breakfast Pip." Said Merry. Pippin looked shocked.
"What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them doesn't he?"
Asked Pippin getting frantic. Mirra giggled.
"Don't count on it" She finished, patting him on the back.
Just then an apple flew from the direction Strider had left in. Merry caught in and handed it to Pippin, then
patted him on the back and followed Sam and Frodo as they went after Strider.
Another apple flew towards them and hit Pippin in the head. Pippin looked up at the sky, wondering where
it came from.
"Come on Pippin" Mirra laughed and followed the company.
* * *
By time nightfall had come, the company had reached the Watchertower. Mirra was greatful to rest her feet
again. She had been pretty amused most of the day, having taught Pippin how to play scissors, paper, rock.
"This was the great Watchtower of Amon Sul. We will rest here tonight." Strider Explained.
Mirra and the Hobbits huddled together in a corner and Strider took out four small swords.
"These are for you." He said to the Hobbits, handing them one each. "Keep them close. I'm going to have a
look around. Stay here."
Mirra snuggled up in her long, silver cape and soon fell asleep.
# I was walking down a long, dark, narrow path, holding a single candlestick for light. My long white dress
trailing behind me. Suddenly a gust of wind blew out my candle and everything went black.
"Welcome back to us, Princess." Said a voice.
"Who are you?" I asked the darkness. "Show yourself!" I demanded.
"Do not be alarmed, we mean you no harm." Said another voice, calmer and deeper then the first.
"We?" I asked.
Suddenly a blinding light exploded out of my candle. I sheilded my eyes and the light dimed enough so i
could see perfectly.
Two women stood in front of me, one on each side of a table. On the table sat a silver bowl, filled with
pure, glistening water.
"Welcome Mirra, we have waited many years for you to return to us." Said the older woman.
She had long golden hair that hung to her waist. Her beautiful light blue eyes held wisdom and
kindness. The woman beside her was younger with the same golden hair and dark Saphire eyes that
mirrored my own.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"My name is Lady Galadriel of Lothlorien, and this is my daughter Arania." Said the older woman.
"Don't you recignize me, Mirra? I'm your Mother." Said Arania.
My eyes widened. "But how? You are an elf and I'm a human. Besides, I'm not even from this world." I
sputtered.
"We sent you to be reborn into that world, to keep you safe." Replied Galadriel.
"Safe? Safe from what?" I demanded.
"Safe from your Father"#
Mirra woke up with beads of sweat across her forehead. Sitting up, she looked around. All the Hobbits were
asleep, but Strider had his back to her, smoking his pipe.
Mirra stood up and dusted off her dress then made her way over to where Strider was sitting on a hollow
log.
"You should be asleep, you need to keep up your strength for tomorrow." Said Strider, as Mirra sat down
beside him on the log.
"I know, But there are some things I don't understand. Can I trust you to keep a secret, Aragorn?" She
asked.
Strider turned to her, a shocked look on his face. "How do you know my name, Lady Mirra?" He asked her,
taking a puff of his pipe.
"First I need to know I can trust you, Aragorn. No one can know." Mirra replied, looking straight ahead.
"You can trust me with your life." Said Aragorn. "Tell me".
Mirra explained all about Lord of the Rings (not what happens) and how she saw the ring in the Marina, then
about how she ended up here and her desicion to go with the Hobbits. Lastly, she told him about her dream.
Aragorn was quiet during her whole explanation.
"So that's my story" Mirra concluded.
Aragorn was silent.
"You don't belive me, do you?" Mirra asked.
"I do and it explains alot, but I don't understand about your dream. It seems we will have to talk to Gandalf,
Lord Elrond and Lady Galadriel." He replied, looking straight at her.
"Thankyou."
"For what?"
"Thankyou for trusting and believing me." Mirra replied, a tear in her eye.
"Your welcome." Aragorn said. "Now get some rest and don't be alarmed if i'm gone when you wake up."
* * *
Mirra didn't get alot of rest, she woke up later to the smell of burning and murmured voices. The three
Hobbits that had been awake, were gathered around a small pot and fire.
"My tomato's burst." Said Merry.
"Could I have some bacon?" Asked Pippin.
"Ok" Merry replied. "Want a tomato, Sam?"
"Dammit!" Muttered Mirra, standing up. She was trying to change some things, bad things in the story
that were better off not happening.
Frodo stood up too and walked over to the group. "What are you doing?" He asked in an urgent voice.
"Tomatoes, sausages, nice crispy bacon". Replied Merry.
"We saved some for you and Mirra, Mr. Frodo" Added Sam.
"Put it out, you fools!! Put it out!!" Cried Frodo, stamping on the fire.
"Frodo! Stop! You'll hurt yourself!!" Mirra said pulling the Hobbit away and proceeded to smother the flame
with the bottom of her dress.
"Well that's nice, Mirra, ash my tomatoes." Pippin said sacasticaly.
Mirra gave him a death glare.
Suddenly a shreik cut through the night. All the colour drew out of Mirra's face as Four Nazgul appeared,
encirling the company. She drew her sword and stepped in front off the rest of the company, who had
already drawn their swords.
"Go!" Shouted Frodo, gesturing for the company to go to the top of the Watchtower.
The Nazgul followed the company to the top, where they were trapped.
"Back you devils!" Shouted Sam. But the Nazgul paid no attention to him.
The Nazgul drew their swords, still coming closer. They swiped Merry, Pippin and Sam away, leaving Mirra
alone to protect Frodo. Mirra had never been more scared in her life, but she pushed the pesky feeling aside
and tightened her grip on the sword.
"If you want him you have to get past me first!!!!" She yelled, sword at the ready.
"Step aside She-witch!" Hissed the Nazgul in front of her.
"Never!" She spat.
In a move so fast she didn't see it, two Nazgul darted forward slashing at her. She only managed to block
one of them, the other slashed her arm and threw her aside. Mirra's head hit a rock and knocked her
unconsious.
"Mirra!" Frodo yelled and fell backwards.
The Nazgul stood over him, their swords raised, ready to strike. In panic, Frodo ripped the ring off his chain
and shoved it on his finger, making him invisible to everyone but the Nazgul.
Frodo looked up at the Nazgul, who were now dressed as kings and surrounded by a white light. The
Witch-king stepped forward and held out his hand, as if expecting Frodo to simply give the ring to him,
and spoke to Frodo in black speech. Horrified, Frodo pulled his ring hand away from the Witch-king.
Angered, the Witch-king pulled out his sword and stabbed Frodo in the shoulder.
"Ahhhhhhhh!!" Frodo yelled in pain.
Suddenly, Aragorn jumped out from behind the Witch-king, holding a torch in one hand and his sword in
the other, and started to attack the Nazgul, while Frodo pulled off the ring.
"Frodo!" Cried Sam, rushing over to his friend.
"Oh, Sam." Whispered Frodo.
Aragorn swiped at the Nazgul with his torch, managing to set one alight, causing them to flee from the
Watchtower.
Aragorn made his way back to Frodo, who was now surrounded by everyone, including Mirra, who had
woken up a few moments ago, now with a cut above her eye, from when she hit the rock.
"Strider!" Sam cried, fearful for his best friends safety. "Help him Strider!"
"He has been stabbed by a Morgul blade." Aragorn explained, examining the dropped sword, which
dissolved in his hand. "This is beyond my skill to heal. He needs Elvish medicine. Hurry!" He said and lifted
Frodo over his shoulder, and led the company off into the night.
"Were six days from Rivendell, we'll never make it!" Sam called after Aragorn.
"Hold on Frodo" Aragorn whispered to Frodo.
"Gandalf!!" Cried Frodo.
* * *
Hours later the company stopped again, Aragorn stood holding a torch, watching over Sam and Frodo.
"He's going cold!" Sam cried to Aragorn.
"Is he going to die?" Asked Pippin, sounding quite worried.
"He's passing into the Shadow world. Soon he'll become a wraith like them." Aragorn replied, darkly.
Mirra looked at her feet, not letting the tears in her eyes be seen. She had failed protecting Frodo from the
Morgul blade. 'You can still change things' Said her inner voice 'and you will'.
The shreik of the Nazgul pulled Mirra out of her thoughts.
"They're close!" Cried Merry.
Aragorn got an idea and rushed over to Sam. "Sam, do you know the Athelas plant?" He asked.
"Athelas?"
Aragorn tried another name. "Kingsfoil?"
"Kingsfoil, aye, it's a weed." Replied Sam, slightly confused.
"It may help to slow the poisoning. Hurry!" He said and handed Sam a torch. Then went off to find the
Kingsfoil.
Mirra sat down beside Frodo and dabbed his forehead with her hankercheif.
"It's ok" She Whispered, ignoring the searing pain from her arm.
She had torn the Hankercheif in half and used it for a bandage, over the slash on her arm. Luckily, it hadn't
been too deep to be very serious.
A short while later Sam came back, having no luck finding any Kingsfoil and was feeling bad about it.
"Don't feel bad Sam." Mirra told him. "I'm sure Strider will be able to find some, Frodo will be fine."
"But how can you be sure?" Sam asked.
Before Mirra could answer, Aragorn came back, Arwen with him. Mirra moved out of the way while Arwen
spoke to Frodo in Elvish.
"Im Arwen. Telin le thaed. Lasto beth nin, tolo dan na ngalad" She said.
"Who is she?" Asked Merry, his voice filled with curiosity and worry.
"Frodo.." Arwen said, as Aragorn took the weed out of his mouth and placed it on Frodo's wound.
"She's an Elf." Replied Sam.
"He's fading. He's not going to last. We must get him to my father." Arwen said to Aragorn, as he placed
Frodo on Arwen's horse. "I have been looking for you for two days."
"Where are you taking him?!" Asked Sam, franticaly.
"There are five wraiths behind you. Where the other four are I do not know." Arwen went on.
"Dartho guin berian. Rych le ad tolthathon." Said Aragorn.
"Hon mabathon. Rochon ellint im." Replied Arwen.
For some reason Mirra exactly what was being said, although she didn't know any Elvish. It was probably
just because she had seen the movie so many times. Besides, Darren was the one who could speak fluent
Elvish, he could even swear in it.
"Andelu i ven." Aragorn said to Arwen.
"What are they saying?" Pippin asked Mirra.
"It's not my buisness to tell." She replied.
"Frodo fir. Ae athradon i hur, tur gwaith nin beriatha hon." Arwen said to Aragorn.
"Be est lin" Aragorn replied, giving in.
Arwen climbed onto her horse, ready to go.
"Arwen, ride hard. Don't look back!" Aragorn told her. Mirra could basicly see the love radiating of the two.
"Noro lim, Asfaloth, noro lim!" Arwen said to her horse and rode off.
"What are you doing?!" Sam asked. "Those wraiths are still out there!"
"Don't worry, Sam, Arwen knows what she's doing." Aragorn replied. " Come we have a six day trip ahead
of us." He said and started to pack up their belongings.
* * * * * * *
So there is chapter three. Yep, you guessed it! Background story, about Mirra's real parents. But we won't
really find out about that till later on.
So R&R and you'll get more.
Luv, Booklover03
anyone who is waiting, that Legolas makes his appearance in the fifth or fourth chapter and Darren makes
his in the sixth one. Please keep reading!!! Oh and feel free to suggest any ideas you may have.
R&R
Booklover03.
* * * * * * *
The next morning, The group had gotten up around four and loaded the pony. But they didn't end up
leaving until about six-thirty because Butterbur insisted on Mirra and the Hobbits being well-fed.
Hours later, the company was far away from Bree. Strider was leading them along the countryside. Mirra
loved it, the senery was beautiful and she loved to walk along through the trees.
The Hobbits didn't seem to notice the senery much. Neither did Strider.
"Where are you taking us?" Asked Frodo.
"Into the wild" Replied Strider, from up ahead.
The Hobbits slowed pace so they could talk, Sam holding onto the reins of the pony.
"How do we know this Strider is a friend of Gandalf?" Asked Merry.
"We don't. But we don't have much of a choice other to trust him, do we?" Mirra said. "Besides you trusted
me". She reminded them.
Frodo nodded in agreement. "Mirra's right, we have no choice but to trust he is on our side."
"But where is he leading us?" Asked Sam.
"To Rivendell, Master Gamgee, to the house of Elrond." Said Strider's voice from the bushes further ahead.
"Did you hear that? Rivendell. We're going to see the Elves!" Sam exclaimed.
"How the hell did he hear us?" Mirra asked nobody in particular.
* * *
They treked on for another hour then the company stopped and pulled out some cooking equipment.
Strider must have noticed his company had stopped because he turned back to them to see Sam, Pippin and
Merry pulling out cooking equipment and Mirra and Frodo sitting down to rest their feet.
"We do not stop until nightfall" He said.
"What about breakfast?" Asked Pippin, as Sam started to pack up the pot and pans again.
"You've already had it". Replied Strider.
"We've had one yes, but what about second breakfast?" Pippin asked again, with a hint of a challenge in his
voice.
Strider turned around and continued onwards. Mirra swore she had seen him roll his eyes.
"I don't think he knows about second breakfast Pip." Said Merry. Pippin looked shocked.
"What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them doesn't he?"
Asked Pippin getting frantic. Mirra giggled.
"Don't count on it" She finished, patting him on the back.
Just then an apple flew from the direction Strider had left in. Merry caught in and handed it to Pippin, then
patted him on the back and followed Sam and Frodo as they went after Strider.
Another apple flew towards them and hit Pippin in the head. Pippin looked up at the sky, wondering where
it came from.
"Come on Pippin" Mirra laughed and followed the company.
* * *
By time nightfall had come, the company had reached the Watchertower. Mirra was greatful to rest her feet
again. She had been pretty amused most of the day, having taught Pippin how to play scissors, paper, rock.
"This was the great Watchtower of Amon Sul. We will rest here tonight." Strider Explained.
Mirra and the Hobbits huddled together in a corner and Strider took out four small swords.
"These are for you." He said to the Hobbits, handing them one each. "Keep them close. I'm going to have a
look around. Stay here."
Mirra snuggled up in her long, silver cape and soon fell asleep.
# I was walking down a long, dark, narrow path, holding a single candlestick for light. My long white dress
trailing behind me. Suddenly a gust of wind blew out my candle and everything went black.
"Welcome back to us, Princess." Said a voice.
"Who are you?" I asked the darkness. "Show yourself!" I demanded.
"Do not be alarmed, we mean you no harm." Said another voice, calmer and deeper then the first.
"We?" I asked.
Suddenly a blinding light exploded out of my candle. I sheilded my eyes and the light dimed enough so i
could see perfectly.
Two women stood in front of me, one on each side of a table. On the table sat a silver bowl, filled with
pure, glistening water.
"Welcome Mirra, we have waited many years for you to return to us." Said the older woman.
She had long golden hair that hung to her waist. Her beautiful light blue eyes held wisdom and
kindness. The woman beside her was younger with the same golden hair and dark Saphire eyes that
mirrored my own.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"My name is Lady Galadriel of Lothlorien, and this is my daughter Arania." Said the older woman.
"Don't you recignize me, Mirra? I'm your Mother." Said Arania.
My eyes widened. "But how? You are an elf and I'm a human. Besides, I'm not even from this world." I
sputtered.
"We sent you to be reborn into that world, to keep you safe." Replied Galadriel.
"Safe? Safe from what?" I demanded.
"Safe from your Father"#
Mirra woke up with beads of sweat across her forehead. Sitting up, she looked around. All the Hobbits were
asleep, but Strider had his back to her, smoking his pipe.
Mirra stood up and dusted off her dress then made her way over to where Strider was sitting on a hollow
log.
"You should be asleep, you need to keep up your strength for tomorrow." Said Strider, as Mirra sat down
beside him on the log.
"I know, But there are some things I don't understand. Can I trust you to keep a secret, Aragorn?" She
asked.
Strider turned to her, a shocked look on his face. "How do you know my name, Lady Mirra?" He asked her,
taking a puff of his pipe.
"First I need to know I can trust you, Aragorn. No one can know." Mirra replied, looking straight ahead.
"You can trust me with your life." Said Aragorn. "Tell me".
Mirra explained all about Lord of the Rings (not what happens) and how she saw the ring in the Marina, then
about how she ended up here and her desicion to go with the Hobbits. Lastly, she told him about her dream.
Aragorn was quiet during her whole explanation.
"So that's my story" Mirra concluded.
Aragorn was silent.
"You don't belive me, do you?" Mirra asked.
"I do and it explains alot, but I don't understand about your dream. It seems we will have to talk to Gandalf,
Lord Elrond and Lady Galadriel." He replied, looking straight at her.
"Thankyou."
"For what?"
"Thankyou for trusting and believing me." Mirra replied, a tear in her eye.
"Your welcome." Aragorn said. "Now get some rest and don't be alarmed if i'm gone when you wake up."
* * *
Mirra didn't get alot of rest, she woke up later to the smell of burning and murmured voices. The three
Hobbits that had been awake, were gathered around a small pot and fire.
"My tomato's burst." Said Merry.
"Could I have some bacon?" Asked Pippin.
"Ok" Merry replied. "Want a tomato, Sam?"
"Dammit!" Muttered Mirra, standing up. She was trying to change some things, bad things in the story
that were better off not happening.
Frodo stood up too and walked over to the group. "What are you doing?" He asked in an urgent voice.
"Tomatoes, sausages, nice crispy bacon". Replied Merry.
"We saved some for you and Mirra, Mr. Frodo" Added Sam.
"Put it out, you fools!! Put it out!!" Cried Frodo, stamping on the fire.
"Frodo! Stop! You'll hurt yourself!!" Mirra said pulling the Hobbit away and proceeded to smother the flame
with the bottom of her dress.
"Well that's nice, Mirra, ash my tomatoes." Pippin said sacasticaly.
Mirra gave him a death glare.
Suddenly a shreik cut through the night. All the colour drew out of Mirra's face as Four Nazgul appeared,
encirling the company. She drew her sword and stepped in front off the rest of the company, who had
already drawn their swords.
"Go!" Shouted Frodo, gesturing for the company to go to the top of the Watchtower.
The Nazgul followed the company to the top, where they were trapped.
"Back you devils!" Shouted Sam. But the Nazgul paid no attention to him.
The Nazgul drew their swords, still coming closer. They swiped Merry, Pippin and Sam away, leaving Mirra
alone to protect Frodo. Mirra had never been more scared in her life, but she pushed the pesky feeling aside
and tightened her grip on the sword.
"If you want him you have to get past me first!!!!" She yelled, sword at the ready.
"Step aside She-witch!" Hissed the Nazgul in front of her.
"Never!" She spat.
In a move so fast she didn't see it, two Nazgul darted forward slashing at her. She only managed to block
one of them, the other slashed her arm and threw her aside. Mirra's head hit a rock and knocked her
unconsious.
"Mirra!" Frodo yelled and fell backwards.
The Nazgul stood over him, their swords raised, ready to strike. In panic, Frodo ripped the ring off his chain
and shoved it on his finger, making him invisible to everyone but the Nazgul.
Frodo looked up at the Nazgul, who were now dressed as kings and surrounded by a white light. The
Witch-king stepped forward and held out his hand, as if expecting Frodo to simply give the ring to him,
and spoke to Frodo in black speech. Horrified, Frodo pulled his ring hand away from the Witch-king.
Angered, the Witch-king pulled out his sword and stabbed Frodo in the shoulder.
"Ahhhhhhhh!!" Frodo yelled in pain.
Suddenly, Aragorn jumped out from behind the Witch-king, holding a torch in one hand and his sword in
the other, and started to attack the Nazgul, while Frodo pulled off the ring.
"Frodo!" Cried Sam, rushing over to his friend.
"Oh, Sam." Whispered Frodo.
Aragorn swiped at the Nazgul with his torch, managing to set one alight, causing them to flee from the
Watchtower.
Aragorn made his way back to Frodo, who was now surrounded by everyone, including Mirra, who had
woken up a few moments ago, now with a cut above her eye, from when she hit the rock.
"Strider!" Sam cried, fearful for his best friends safety. "Help him Strider!"
"He has been stabbed by a Morgul blade." Aragorn explained, examining the dropped sword, which
dissolved in his hand. "This is beyond my skill to heal. He needs Elvish medicine. Hurry!" He said and lifted
Frodo over his shoulder, and led the company off into the night.
"Were six days from Rivendell, we'll never make it!" Sam called after Aragorn.
"Hold on Frodo" Aragorn whispered to Frodo.
"Gandalf!!" Cried Frodo.
* * *
Hours later the company stopped again, Aragorn stood holding a torch, watching over Sam and Frodo.
"He's going cold!" Sam cried to Aragorn.
"Is he going to die?" Asked Pippin, sounding quite worried.
"He's passing into the Shadow world. Soon he'll become a wraith like them." Aragorn replied, darkly.
Mirra looked at her feet, not letting the tears in her eyes be seen. She had failed protecting Frodo from the
Morgul blade. 'You can still change things' Said her inner voice 'and you will'.
The shreik of the Nazgul pulled Mirra out of her thoughts.
"They're close!" Cried Merry.
Aragorn got an idea and rushed over to Sam. "Sam, do you know the Athelas plant?" He asked.
"Athelas?"
Aragorn tried another name. "Kingsfoil?"
"Kingsfoil, aye, it's a weed." Replied Sam, slightly confused.
"It may help to slow the poisoning. Hurry!" He said and handed Sam a torch. Then went off to find the
Kingsfoil.
Mirra sat down beside Frodo and dabbed his forehead with her hankercheif.
"It's ok" She Whispered, ignoring the searing pain from her arm.
She had torn the Hankercheif in half and used it for a bandage, over the slash on her arm. Luckily, it hadn't
been too deep to be very serious.
A short while later Sam came back, having no luck finding any Kingsfoil and was feeling bad about it.
"Don't feel bad Sam." Mirra told him. "I'm sure Strider will be able to find some, Frodo will be fine."
"But how can you be sure?" Sam asked.
Before Mirra could answer, Aragorn came back, Arwen with him. Mirra moved out of the way while Arwen
spoke to Frodo in Elvish.
"Im Arwen. Telin le thaed. Lasto beth nin, tolo dan na ngalad" She said.
"Who is she?" Asked Merry, his voice filled with curiosity and worry.
"Frodo.." Arwen said, as Aragorn took the weed out of his mouth and placed it on Frodo's wound.
"She's an Elf." Replied Sam.
"He's fading. He's not going to last. We must get him to my father." Arwen said to Aragorn, as he placed
Frodo on Arwen's horse. "I have been looking for you for two days."
"Where are you taking him?!" Asked Sam, franticaly.
"There are five wraiths behind you. Where the other four are I do not know." Arwen went on.
"Dartho guin berian. Rych le ad tolthathon." Said Aragorn.
"Hon mabathon. Rochon ellint im." Replied Arwen.
For some reason Mirra exactly what was being said, although she didn't know any Elvish. It was probably
just because she had seen the movie so many times. Besides, Darren was the one who could speak fluent
Elvish, he could even swear in it.
"Andelu i ven." Aragorn said to Arwen.
"What are they saying?" Pippin asked Mirra.
"It's not my buisness to tell." She replied.
"Frodo fir. Ae athradon i hur, tur gwaith nin beriatha hon." Arwen said to Aragorn.
"Be est lin" Aragorn replied, giving in.
Arwen climbed onto her horse, ready to go.
"Arwen, ride hard. Don't look back!" Aragorn told her. Mirra could basicly see the love radiating of the two.
"Noro lim, Asfaloth, noro lim!" Arwen said to her horse and rode off.
"What are you doing?!" Sam asked. "Those wraiths are still out there!"
"Don't worry, Sam, Arwen knows what she's doing." Aragorn replied. " Come we have a six day trip ahead
of us." He said and started to pack up their belongings.
* * * * * * *
So there is chapter three. Yep, you guessed it! Background story, about Mirra's real parents. But we won't
really find out about that till later on.
So R&R and you'll get more.
Luv, Booklover03