"Why are you sniffing the air?" Pippen asked curious.

I knew he meant no harm by the question but it struck a nerve. I had to close my eyes and take a deep breath before I answered, "I was raised in a wolf pack from the time I was very young."

I could hear Arwen talking to Aragorn, "What's this? A ranger caught off his guard." Suddenly there was a bright light that nearly blinded me and it got Frodo's attention. Frodo was lying on the ground, turned towards the light as it drew near, and saw a beautiful Elf-lady approaching on a white horse. She dismounted and came close to him.
My sister said, "Frodo... Im Arwen. Telin le thaed (I am Arwen. I have come to help you.) Lasto beth nîn. Tolo dan na ngalad (Hear my voice. Come back to the light.)"

Merry in awe asked, "Who is she?"

Arwen knelt down beside the young hobbit who was quickly fading, "Frodo!"

Sam said, "She's an Elf."

"She's my half-sister," I said. I could feel myself starting to fade as well. I was fighting the darkness as it pushed in on me.

Aragorn chewed a portion of the Athelas and applied it to Frodo's wound. The Hobbit was fading fast. Arwen turned to Strider and said, "He's fading!" Frodo gasped as Aragorn applied the plant to his wound. Arwen said, "He's not going to last. We must get him to my father." She got up as Aragorn picked up Frodo to put him on her horse. "I've been looking for you for 2 days."

Merry concerned for his friend asked, "Where are you taking him?"

As Arwen was talking about the wraiths and where they were I answered Merry's question, "She's taking him to Rivendell where he can be helped." Aragorn put Frodo on her white stallion.

Then Aragorn started a friendly debate with her in her native tongue, "Dartho guin perian. Rych le ad tolthathon." (Stay with the Hobbits. I will send horses back for you.)

Arwen replied, "Hon mabathon. Rochon ellint im." (I'm the faster rider. I'll take him.)

"Andelu i ven." (The road is too dangerous.)

Pippin asked, "What are they saying?"

"They're trying to decide who should take him," I replied.

Arwenreplied to Aragorn, "Frodo fîr. Ae athradon i hir, tur gwaith nin beriatha hon." (Frodo's dying. If I can get across the river, the power of my people will protect him.) Reassuringly she added, "I do not fear them."

Aragorn finally surrendered and said, "Be iest lîn." (As you wish.) Their hands clasped tenderly. Arwen mounted her horse and Frodo was seated in front of her. "Arwen, ride hard. Don't look back!" He turned to me, "You should go too Allie, you're badly hurt."

"Fine, I'll go."

"Allie can I come with you?" Sam asked.

"Noro lim, Asfaloth, noro lim!" (Ride fast, Asfaloth, ride fast!) Arwen said and Asfaloth galloped away.

"I cannot make a promise to protect you Sam Wise. I'm too weak to fight the Nazgûl."

"I do not ask for you to protect me, just to come along," Sam said.

"Us too," Pippen said.

"No Pippen I can't protect you. I'm sorry Sam." I turned away and followed Arwen.

As I rode away I heard Sam say to Strider, "What are you doing?! Those wraiths are still out there!" I knew Aragorn was staring after Arwen and I, well aware of the dangers she and I faced. Arwen and I rode on as the Nazgûl gave chase. Night became day as they pursued us, from forest to open plain, sometimes closing, sometimes falling behind. Frodo, half-unconscious, sensed their presence. One of the Wraiths closed on him, reaching out as if to snatch the Ring from him. Arwen spurred Asfaloth on to an even greater effort.

Arwen said, "Noro lim, Asfaloth!" (Ride faster, Asfaloth!) Arwen and I reached the river, and splashed across the ford. She paused and looked back. I barely conscious brought my horse to a stop and turned around to see what she was doing, there was no time to waste. The Nazgûl have stopped at the edge of the water. Their mounts reared up, screaming, seemingly terrified of entering the river.

One of the Nazgûl said, "Give up the Halfling, she-Elves!"

Arwen drew her sword in challenge, "If you want him, come and claim him!" Her tone of voice clearly stating a challenge. The Nazgûl drew their swords and urge their reluctant horses across the ford. Arwen and I began to chant to the river. "Nin o Chithaeglir, lasto beth daer,
Rimmo nin Bruinen, dan in Ulair! Nin o Chithaeglir, lasto beth daer, Rimmo nin Bruinen, dan in Ulair!"(Waters of the Misty Mountains listen to the great word; flow waters of Loudwater
against the Ringwraiths!)

Gradually, the water level rose. A great flood came around the bend, with peaks like white horses. The Nazgûl were cast from their mounts and washed away down the river as Arwen and I watched. Frodo started to slip from the horse. Arwen laid him on the ground.
Arwen said, "No! Frodo...No! Frodo, don't give in! Not now!" The hobbit slipped into darkness and as did I.