A/N: I feel the need to express that I am going by the movie ONLY because it is much easier, not just for me but for those who have not read the book. I realize that giving Amara a power was a daring step but I just felt like giving her one and believe me many faults will come from it. Also I will try to update a new chapter every week or week and a half so that the progression of this story will go a bit faster. So enjoy this chapter.
Findings
The newly claimed empath stayed silent whilst gazing at the stars. To her they were the most wondrous thing. She had never seen the stars so bright before. They were like a million lanterns set in the darkened sky to help light the way for them. For a day she and Arwen had rode atop a horse following the tracks of a ranger. Surprisingly, Arwen found traces of Aragorn quickly and along with those traces were signs of other beings, smaller beings.
It was good that Arwen had found signs of Aragorn speedily, because when day two rolled around, what Amara thought as a mini adventure away from who she was suppose to be turned out to be exhausting painful trip, she was more than ready to go. Amara was not used to being on a horse and as a result her thighs burned with pain. It was then that she had realized how much she had taken her car, even bike for granted. Horses, she learned in that short period of time, were not her thing. Arwen, she felt, could sense this and would give her small smiles every now and then.
When Amara decided at a spur of the moment that she wanted to go with Arwen, it was because though she had not been in Rivendell for long she felt the need to escape. She felt again that did not belong. When ever she was around elves, not only did she faintly feel their emotions but she felt like elves were much more superior to her. They were wise creatures that she felt she could not measure up to. It was funny that other's emotions would weakly fill her psyche and in that split second she could understand then, feel what they were feeling, but no one felt her emotions or could sense what she was going through.
"Mello-nin, how do you fair?"
Amara shrugged from behind Arwen, "I'm not complaining, but Middle Earth really needs to come up with new methods of transportation."
"I take it you are not too fond of Asfaloth?" Arwen said leaning over and patting her horse's mane.
"I just want to know when Middle Earth will come from the dark era and get cars or something."
Asfaloth had slowed while the two talked; still following the slightly obvious tracks they had set out to follow.
"Cars?"
Though she could not see the curious wrinkle in Arwen's eyebrows, she felt the buzz of curiosity course through her.
"Um, a car is like a carriage except that it isn't pulled by horses."
"Then how does it progress?"
'This'll be hard to explain,' Amara thought tapping a finger in the middle of her forehead.
"It runs on-"
A feeling of dread accompanied by a deep darkness and longing crept up without warning into her veins. So abruptly did this happen that it spooked her. She was not expecting such a feeling of haunt and as a result she abandoned her conversation. Arwen noticed the apparent change in the young empath and returned to her serious state once more.
"What is it? What do you sense?"
Ungracefully, Amara slid from the back of Asfaloth. Goosebumps took to dotting their way up her arms. Sometimes other's emotions would fade quite suddenly, but this feeling of evil continued to remain, holding onto her ever so lightly. Though the power to feel other people's emotions wasn't strong at all and would feebly track its way through her, it did not stop her from feeling frightened. Slowly, she turned in the opposite direction she and Arwen had been heading.
Crunch. Crunch. Snap.
Her feet stepped on the debris that spread over the ground. Amara took small shaky steps closer toward where she felt these sinister emotions. A cold sweat graced her forehead and her glasses slid down the bridge of her slightly pointed nose. With each step she felt what was not the emotion of one but many. Arwen tugged at the reins to make Asfaloth turn in the direction of Amara.
It was in stillness that Arwen watched as Amara moved deeper into the forest. Essentially, she had thought that bringing her young friend with her was not the right idea but she could see the need to get away in her. Amara motioned for Arwen to come over. With haste, Arwen dismounted and made her way over to Amara.
"I think there is a big bad beyond that tree." When Arwen couldn't comprehend what the young girl was trying to tell her Amara rolled her eyes.
"I mean I think there might be enemies over there." With a slender finger she pointed to the grand tree she spoke. Arwen looked beyond Amara's finger. The eyes of an elf are better in viewing distant things than the eyes of a human. Undeniable concern was what Arwen felt and because she felt in Amara did too, along with the feeling of evil.
"What can you see?" It was now Amara's turn to start questioning.
"Come, we must ride and draw alongside Aragorn."
Arwen moved back to her horse followed by Amara. Arwen mounted and pulled Amara behind her. No words passed Arwen's lips. The need to get to Aragorn was intense and for life of her Amara could not remember why. She took to racking her brain for the memory of what happened in the book she hadn't read in years, or even the movie which she had seen in one of her college classes.
Of course when Arwen was going to find Aragorn instead of Glorfindel, she knew that the events that were to happen would not be the exact ones that took place in the book. She chalked up the conclusion that because she came from such a commercialized and materialistic world, she somewhat altered Middle Earth. She had no time to dwell on this for other things plagued her mind.
"Arwen can you please just tell me who was back there?"
"Nay my friend, not who was back there, who still is back there."
Arwen stole a glance behind them but said nothing more than a darkened forest. Amara looked to Arwen expecting her to explain but she did not.
"I don't understand-"
"Quiet!"
Arwen slowed Asfaloth to a stop and descended from her. Kneeling down in a patch of grass was a figure. Amara watched as the elven princess unsheathed her blade and it was then that her memory hit her. Behind them were Ringwraiths, out to seek the hobbit who carried the one ring! The figure who was kneeling had to be Aragorn. Aragorn who had to be looking for the weed that could somewhat help Frodo.
"What's this, a ranger, caught off his guard?" Arwen held her blade to the figure's throat.
Amara watched as the gruff ranger stood and Arwen took her blade from his throat. She watched and felt the sense of relief wash through Aragorn but yet there was urgency in him as he began to speak unheard words to Arwen. Never once did he glance in the direction of where she sat atop Asfaloth. Though this was an intense moment, she could not help but smile. There stood the character she wanted and dreamed of meeting the most.
He stood there, speaking to Arwen and though Amara could not get a good look at him, he was everything she thought him to be. It was in this moment that despite having to inherit powers that had to be carried by herself, she would not give them up to live a normal life. She would find her place in this world, a place she could not find on Earth and live like she wanted to. After the war of the ring, she would do this, when the land was more peaceful, because she knew not how to lift a sword let alone use one. Arwen led Aragorn to her horse and motioned for Amara to climb down.
Amara did as told and for the first time she looked Aragorn square in the face, a face that reminded her of someone. His features were ragged but soft in a balancing way. Dark was his hair which reached his shoulders and held moderate waves. His clothes were that of a ranger's, torn in some places and resewn in others. Amara was actually face to face with Aragorn and that she couldn't believe.
"From what you have said we have no time for introductions. Take me to him," said Arwen.
Aragorn cast a glance at Amara before leading them to the makeshift camp he quickly set up in hopes of saving the hobbit in his company. They were not at all a long ways from the camp and when they arrived, their eyes were met with three hobbits huddled around a pale sweat stricken Frodo, who in which Arwen advanced toward.
"Frodo...Im Arwen. Telin le thaed. Lasto beth nin, tolo dan na ngalad." She dropped to her knees to examine an ailing hobbit, Aragorn at her side. he wasted no time applying Athelas to Frodo's stab wound.
"Who is she," Merry asked, looking at the glowing elf.
"She's an elf," Sam answered. He knew by the way she carried herself and the bright aura that surrounded her that she could be none other.
All the while Amara was trying to suppress the high feelings of worry that came from the hobbits. No one seemed to be taking any notice of her presence, that is until she made eye contact with the smallest hobbit.
"Who are you?" This chestnut brown haired hobbit asked when he dared to look away from Frodo.
"I'm Amara, Arwen's traveling partner. I've come to help." Nervously, she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
Aragorn stood picked up Frodo, carrying him to the horse, Arwen hot on his heels.
"He's fading. He's not going to last. We must get him to my father. Amara and I have been looking for you for two days."
Amara abandoned an interrogating Pippin to fellow Arwen and Aragorn.
"Where are you taking him?!" Sam shouted and a wave of worry and doubts got emitted to Amara.
"There are five wraiths behind you. Where the other four are I do not know."
Amara kept herself ten steps behind the two once their conversation picked up in elven, a language she could not speak. She felt that this was no moment for her to interrupt. There speaking only lasted a few quick minutes and Aragorn had placed Frodo on Asfaloth and Arwen mounted behind him. It was then that she realized there was no space left on the horse for herself and she raced up to Arwen.
"How am I to get back?"
"Travel with Aragorn, I am sure he will see that you return with him to Rivendell."
Aragorn gave Arwen a reassuring nod.
"Noro lim, Asfaloth, noro lim!"
Sam stood, his stout figure not holding back any evident anger. "What are you doing? Those wraiths are still out there!!"
"Amara turned toward Sam and the other hobbits as Arwen rode off in such celerity dirt was kicked from the ground.
'This will be a real something,' She thought this with a heavy sigh.
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I don't have any time to give individual thanks, but believe me I am grateful for each and every review I receive. The next chapter, I promise you, will be longer. Oh and for those of you who wonder where I get my elvish from (Becky Matthews) I go to a site called: http:www.grey-company.org It is a great source!
