A/N: I posted on time! RESULT!
Okay, so this chapter reintroduces one of the canon characters in his proper place. I hope you enjoy this chapter which moves them along. And for all those who didn't the pictures (only one atm) they are on deviantart. My friends very inventive artist name is 'Seph-the-Awesome', don't ask me why.

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Eww... I'm not Arwen

Seph's POV

We awoke early the next morning and continued to walk across the high, dry and rocky plains until the sun was just beginning to lower in the sky above us. A large, broken down stone structure stood before us, abandoned.
"This was the great watch tower of Amon Sul." muttered Aragorn. He glanced over his shoulder at the rest of us and smiled slightly. "We shall rest here tonight."
We quickly made our way up the hill until we were in a large, sheltered cave. The hobbits dropped their packs on the floor and sat down, exhausted from the long trek. I slowly lowered myself down, letting out a happy sigh as the pressure on my legs was relieved. Kels stood, watching Aragorn as he stared out into the horizon. I felt sorry for her, she just wanted to help him. Kelly felt the need to be liked by everyone she met and though we had all exchanged small smiles, there was no indication that he actually liked us at all. He was only taking us along because we were with Frodo.
"Do you have swords?" The ranger in question asked, turning around. The hobbits took out their knives and I moved aside my cloak to reveal my bow, knives and the rapier that had been given to me. Kels gestured to the sword at her side and the staff strapped across her back. Aragorn gave a firm nod and pulled up his hood.
"I'm going to take a look around. Stay here." He turned and left, leaving me with an icy feeling of dread. The nazgul were close, I was certain of it. Wrapping my cloak further around myself I muttered that i would stand watch by the door. I walked through and sat myself on a large boulder, staring out across the dark landscape around us. We were completely isolated and there was no one that would hear us.

It was silent around except for the faint whispers of the hobbits through the doorway. The icy wind bit at my cheek and I gently rubbed my hands together, thankful for the faint warmth that the friction created.
"What are you doing?" I heard Frodo say and leapt up, cursing silently. I burst through the doorway and was horrified to see the fire that they had created. Kels sat up straight, plait slightly messed from sleep and gasped.
"Put it out you fools, put it out!" Frodo yelled and I leapt up beside him, stamping it out with one booted foot.
"Well that's nice!" yelled Pippin loudly, his voice echoing across the landscape. "Ash on my tomatoes."
Suddenly, a terrible screech filled the air and I grabbed Pip and Merry, dragging them behind me as I rushed up the steps. Kels ran past me after seeing the shapes of five nazgul making their way towards us through the thick mist the lay on the ground. We reached the platform at the top and the hobbits pulled out their small swords. Kels quickly pulled her sword from its scabbard and I grabbed my twin knives, spinning them in my hands. We all stood back to back, each facing the archways that surrounded us. Suddenly, out of the darkness appeared the figures of the ringwraiths, their black cloaks merging with the fog around us. THey each stepped through an arch and I bit my lip so hard that I felt a trickle of blood seep from the cut and dribble down my chin. They slowly made their way forwards simultaneously, the sound of their metal boots like the crashing of thunder. As they advanced we pushed the hobbits behind us, slowly backing away as we did so.
"Back you devils!" yelled Sam, bravely hitting at the closest nazgul with the knife. The ringwraith whacked him across the head and he fell to the side, only partially conscious. Another wraith grabbed Pippin and Merry, throwing them roughly to the side. With a yell of anger I leapt forward, engaging the wraith in battle. His sword clashed down against my shining silver knives. I twisted quickly and lunged at him, cutting across his stomach. The nazgul screeched in pain and I slammed my sword down over its arm. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Kels desperately battling a second nazgul. A piercing scream of pain filled the air around me and I turned to see a knife hovering in mid air. Frodo.

I heard a thump and turned to see Kels being thrown up against the wall. Her head cracked against it and she dropped to the ground, blood running down her face. Yelling in anger I sliced at the nazgul around me and was stunned as the light of fire covered the platform. Aragorn leapt down, swinging the torch and sword at the nazgul near him. He caught one with the torch and its cloak burst into flames. He dropped the torch as he went and I rolled, quickly picking it up before it went out and hitting the head of another wraith with one of my knives, the other dropped on the other side of the platform. The wraith I was fighting fled, running after the one that had been on fire. Another that Aragorn was against turned and ran towards me and I swung my knife at it, my limited knowledge with the weapon finally showing. As I fought, I caught a glimpse of the last of the nazgul coming up behind Aragorn with it's sword raised. Turning quickly I flung the torch. It flew through the air and embedded itself in the nazgul's head. It screamed and Aragorn turned, surprised that it was there and threw a questioning look at me.
"Watch your own back Gorny!" I yelled as I parried the ringwraith and stabbed it in the chest. It turned and fled, closely followed by the one that Aragorn had been fighting. Turning slowly I saw the hobbits crowded around Frodo. Knowing in my heart that he was alright I let Aragorn tend to him and hurried over to where Kelly lay, unmoving.

Taking her wrist I could feel a strong pulse and heaved a sigh before ripping part of my undershirt and tying it around the cut on her head.
"He has been stabbed by a Morgul blade." I heard Aragorn say. "This is beyond my skill to heal, he needs elvish medicine."
I carefully wrapped my arms around Kels and lifted her up, bridal style. I quickly picked up my other knife and slid it into the other scabbard before hurrying down the steps. Aragorn was placing Frodo on Thor and the hobbits were all looking up at him sadly. I bit back the tears as I looked at Frodo's ghostly skin and heard him groaning. They had noticed neither Kels nor myself and I walked forward, past them all and towards Bill. Their eyes all snapped to Kels' limp form as I shifted my position to be more comfortable.
"They will return, we must go now." I stated sullenly, all of my usual happiness drained. Aragorn looked up into my emotionless eyes as I turned and walked ahead.
"Is she alright?" I heard Pippin ask, coming up beside me. Looking down I managed a small smile for his benefit. I truly did not know how she was but I assumed that she would wake up soon.
"She just hit her head a bit too hard Pip." I whispered gently, my arms straining slightly against the weight of the taller and slightly heavier elleth.
"I will carry her." I turned to see Aragorn next to me, the reigns for Thor in his right hand.
"No." I whispered. "I will." I moved away from him to get away from his protests about my own health and kept walking. I had to be strong for the hobbits.

We travelled for several days, I know not how many for I did not have it in me to count but Kels had woken up on the second day and Frodo had grown steadily worse. I had not let Aragorn carry Kels at any point and my harshness clearly hurt him. We had arrived in the troll glade and Sam was talking to a very ill Frodo. Kels was keeping the other two company and I sat, facing away from camp and let my pain and anguish consume me.
"Little one." My head snapped up and I glanced at Aragorn before staring back into the trees. He knelt beside me and took my chin in his hand.
"It is not your fault."
"Yes it is." I sniffled, a tear escaping my eye. "If I had just paid more attention..."
"No." He stated simply, his grey eyes boring into mine. "You kept the nazgul at bay, you fought bravely despite your lack of knowledge with the weapon."
"But..."
"Don't interrupt. You saved my life, you carried your sister for two days straight and you stayed strong for the hobbits despite everything you were feeling. You are a very brave and talented young elleth, don't forget that." I gave him a small smile and threw my arms around his neck.
"Thank you." I muttered into his shoulder. He nodded and pulled back, giving me a small smile. Looking past him I saw Kels grin at me.

"Vous êtes tellement chanceux! (You are so lucky!)" she yelled and I laughed.
"Demandez-lui un câlin. Je suis sûr qu'il aimerait. (ask him for a hug. I am sure he would love to.)" She stuck her tongue out at me and I winked at Aragorn who stood with a confused expression on his face.
"He's going cold!" exclaimed Sam and my head snapped up to where Frodo lay, dying. The call of a ringwraith filled my ears and I stood up, looking around. Frodo's strangled breathing grew labored and I looked up at Aragorn in desperation. I knew he would survive but... well there was always a chance something might go wrong. Sam and aragorn began to look around for athelas in the undergrowth that surrounded us and I knelt down by Frodo who stared back at me with blank eyes, the pupil all but gone.
"Stay with me Frodo." I whispered, stroking a hand through his hair.
"What's this?" came a low, velvety masculine voice. "A ranger caught off his guard?" Instead on the raven haired woman I had expected to see, a man with golden blond hair and pointed elven ears stood by Aragorn, his knife at his throat and a grin on his face. A snowy white horse stood at his side.
"Glorfindel." Aragorn smiled.
"Estel." The two hugged and I raised an eyebrow.
"There is enough time for bromance later. There are more important matters at the moment." I stated and their heads snapped to looked me.
"Lady Seph!" Glorfindel stated in surprise.
"Since when did I know you bozo?" I asked and he smiled.
"Worry not, you will find out in good time."
"That is all I bloody hear these days, you are destined but I cannot tell you, you are special but I cannot tell you. And their bloody excuse is always 'you will find out in good time'" I snapped, turning back to Frodo.
"He is fading, he is not going to last. We must get him to Elrond." Stated Glorfindel, kneeling beside me and lifting the hobbit up onto the horse.
"I've been looking for you for two days." he stated, "There are five wraiths behind you."
"We are already aware of that." stated Kels, coming up beside me. Glorfindel made to get on the horse but I stopped him.
"I am lighter than the both of you. I will be able to ride faster." I whispered, low enough for the hobbits not to hear. Glorfindel looked me in the eye curiously. Aragorn grabbed my arm and turned me around.
"You do not need to prove yourself to anyone."
"No I do not, if they don't like the way I am then they will just have to deal with it. But if I ride then there will be more chance that he can be saved, though I must admit that I am terrified right now." He stared me straight in the eye and nodded, giving me a leg up onto the horse. Glorfindel came up beside me and whispered the words that would release the river.
"It is straight East. When you get there, send horse and remember to get medical attention for yourself, you are almost dead on your feet." said Kels, coming up beside me. "Stay safe."
"Always." I squeezed her hand when Aragorn grabbed my arm.
"I will always consider you a friend." he said with a smile and I smiled back with a nod.
"And I, you." I kicked Asfaloth into life and galloped off into the trees.
"What are you doing?" I heard Sam yell after me. "Those riders are still out there." my stomach churned slightly as I watched the trees rush past. I burst from the treeline and shot off over the grassy slopes before me, Frodo lay, head lolling against my chest with constant groans of pain coming from him. I kept my breathing in time with the pounding of the horses hooves on the dry terrain. I recognised this place from when we had first headed headed from the woods of Rivendell to Bree. Fir trees slowly appeared around me and the forest began to thicken. I looked quickly to my side and saw one of the riders. I faced forward again and struggled to keep my breathing even. I rode quickly along the worn path, the five riders all behind me, screaming at my to give Frodo to them.
"Never." I hissed. "As long as I draw breath I will protect you Frodo." I vowed. Quickly glancing over my shoulder as I spotted all nine of the nazgul on my tail, not just the five that I had anticipated. In the distance I saw the river, appearing through a gap between two large boulders, glistening in the sunlight. I felt rather like Arwen, a feeling I would rather never repeat.
"Faster Asfaloth! Faster!" I yelled as the nazgul began to gain on me. Our pace quickened slightly and I watched as the glistening water came ever closer. I dodged around the trees and grinned as Asfaloth ran into the shallow water of the river. We quickly cantered across and I stopped, turning to look at the nazgul which had stopped by the opposite shore.
"Give up the halfling, she elf." the nazgul rasped. Flashing him a fake smile I pulled out one of my knives, my other hand keeping Frodo steady.
"Nope, sorry. You'll just have to come and get him bub." The nazgul gave a shriek of rage and they rode slowly into the water. I gently whispered the words that Glorfindel had told to me, my elvish slightly cracked as I struggled to remember the exact words. The water level rose slightly and a roaring sound could be heard. I turned and watching in amazement as a tsunami of white foamy water came rushing towards them. I could see horses and their riders in the water, slamming into the ringwraiths and sweeping them away.

Frodo gave a pained gasp and I slid my knife back into the scabbard, turning and shooting off into the forest. I rode until the forest began to open up into a large valley. Waterfalls fell down the edges and the most beautiful place I had ever set eyes on lay before me. I galloped over the bridge and the guards at the gate saw me coming. They swung open the large doors and I rode straight into a large and beautiful courtyard. The sight was lost on me as my heart beat only in fear for Frodo.
"Elrond!" I yelled and the man came around the corner. I quickly dismounted and lifted Frodo down and placed him into the ebony haired ellon's arms.
"We will save him." he assured me before running off and into the building. I began to breathe heavily and I stared around myself, too tired to see any of it. There were not many elves around but the few that were stared at me in amazement. Up under the balcony of the walk way stood two elves. One was female and the other was male. They both had midnight black hair and the male was talking quickly to the elleth. She, however, was staring straight at me, frozen in place. Her eyes were an unusual shade of gold that was all too familiar. But it was impossible... they had left.
"Di?" I asked in shock. She placed a hand over her mouth in surprise and the ellon next to her turned to see what the problem was.
"Seph!" she cried, lifting her skirts and running down the steps, throwing her arms around me. I returned the gesture and we stood there in the others embrace.
"I thought you had left," I whimpered. She smiled and me and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. She simply smiled and I smiled back, no words were needed.
"I should send horses for the others," I whispered.
"I will do that sister, you look exhausted and ready to pass out. It is so good to see you again, I missed you every day. Finn did as well but I doubt that she will be as welcoming." She lead me up to where the ellon stood.
"Elrohir, would you mind leading Seph to a room?" He stared at me in shock before grinning.
"It would be my pleasure."

A/N: Yay! Our Rivendell friends are back! Please review it would mean the world.

And just a reminder, the artist name is 'Seph-the-Awesome' (who is Maddie btw)