I awake to the sound of screeching and clashing swords that I can only think as the Nazgul, coming from above. I undo my cloak to find the Nazgul. I fly upwards, all the way to the top of the watchtower, to find the hobbits scared stiff, surrounded by Nazgul. Sam gets pushed to the side and then so do Merry and Pippin. Frodo drops his sword and takes out the Ring. I advance forward. This can be bad. The one Nazgul advances of Frodo and Frodo puts on the Ring on and disappears. That is the last thing I see before I scream. I scream and then I fall. I fall and I can't do anything about it. I can see Frodo and the Nazgul. Frodo's finger with the Ring on it is outstretched. The Nazgul is reaching for it.
"No," I scream to Frodo, "don't give it to him!" Frodo pulls his hand away and I see the Nazgul stab Frodo in the shoulder. I scream. I then feel arms around me. Someone has caught me. Aragorn lays me down and runs off. I can hear swords clashing, someone yelling. Screeching from the Nazgul. Frodo has still not taken off the Ring. My body is writhing in pain as I wait for Frodo to take the Ring off. Frodo finally takes the Ring off and my body falls into a relaxed position, or, more relaxed then before. I can here Frodo screaming in pain. Someone calls Frodo's name. I can see falling Nazgul. The same voice that called for Frodo calls for Strider now. I gather my strength and stand up. I have a nosebleed that I put my hand over. Aragorn quickly looks at me to make sure I'm alright while he is carrying Frodo. I rush over to Frodo, only to find a partially conscious Hobbit.
I do not have to say a word to Aragorn to understand what we need to do. We run down the path, Aragorn leading, and I ending the group. The pain that is rushing through my body is almost unbearable, but I hurry on. Before I know it, we are all down the mountain and into the woods. I can hear the Nazgul screeching behind us.
"Hurry," Aragorn shouts to us.
"We're six days from Rivendell," Sam shouts back, leading his mule, "He'll never make it!"
"Hold on, Frodo," Aragorn whispers.
"Gandalf," Frodo shouts. I can tell we aren't going fast enough. I run up to Aragorn, grabbing Frodo from him and handing him my cloak.
"Strider, I can go faster if I fly with him," I say. Aragorn nods his head. I flap my wings and I take off, leaving the others in the dust. Frodo is weighing me down, but not too much. I finally come to a place of large rocks, where I set Frodo down, waiting for the others to catch up. I look around and gasp. I remember this place. The boulders are not boulders at all, but trolls! I was here when they were turned into stone by the first light of day. I was here with Bilbo on that fateful day. The others finally catch up to me.
"Mr. Frodo," Sam asks, running his fingers along Frodo's cheek, "he's going cold!"
"Strider," I say, "I have been here before. This is a place that Bilbo and I were. I know everything around here. I know how to get to Rivendell from here."
"Yes," Aragorn says, "but I do not want you out of my sight for too long."
"Is he going to die," Pippin asks, worried.
"He's passing into the Shadow World," Aragorn says, "He'll soon become a Wraith like them." We all here Frodo gasp and then screeching from something, not exactly like a Nazgul. It is something more.
"They're close," Merry whispers.
"Sam," Aragorn asks, "do you know the Athelas plant?"
"Athelas," Sam asks, confused.
"Kingsfoil," Aragorn explains.
"Kingsfoil," Sam says, understanding, "aye, it's a weed."
"It may help to slow the poisoning," Aragorn says, "hurry!" Both Aragorn and Sam rush off to find the plant while I stay with Merry, Pippin, and Frodo.
"It's going to be alright, Frodo," I whisper.
"Something'll happen," Merry says, "Frodo can't die."
"Right, Azov," Pippin asks, worried. I do not answer but instead I keep checking on Frodo. I squeeze my hand and I can see out of the corner of my eye, a plant withers and a ball of water forms from it. I rip off part of my sleeve from my shirt and I soak the cloth in water. I drape the wet cloth over Frodo's head, making him shudder.
"Hush," I whisper. I rub his forehead with the cloth to try to keep him awake. There is a bright light from behind us and I pull out my twin blades, turning around to see a pure white horse with a woman dismounting from it. The woman looks familiar. "Arwen," I whisper. I smile at her and she gives me a quick smile. Aragorn's lover. If only she was with us always, I would never see Aragorn sad. She is beautiful, and I can see why Aragorn loves her so. She has beautiful blue eyes with long, dark brown hair, not as dark as mine, but dark. She is wearing a simple gray dress but is still very graceful.
"Frodo," Arwen whispers in elven, "I am Arwen, I've come to help you. Hear my voice, come back to the light." Frodo is gasping and choking.
"Who is she," Merry asks, whispering.
"Frodo," Arwen whispers again. Aragorn comes up behind her and chews on the plant.
"She's an Elf," Sam whispers.
"He's fading," Arwen whispers. She pulls up Frodo's shirt to see the wound. It is deep and I can see the veins popping. "He's not going to last." Aragorn puts the chewed plant on Frodo's wound. "We must get him to my father. I've been looking for you for two days." They take Frodo and put him on Arwen's horse.
"Where are you taking him," Merry asks.
"There are five Wraiths behind you," Arwen states, "where the other four are, I do not know."
Aragorn speaks in Elvish to Arwen, "Stay with the Hobbits, I'll send horses for you."
Arwen answers in Elvish, "I'm the faster rider, I'll take him."
"The road is too dangerous," Aragorn says in Elvish.
"What're they saying," Pippin asks.
"If I can get across the river," Arwen tells Aragorn in Elvish, "the power of my people will protect him." My head rises at the word 'river'. I can help. I can fly, I don't need a horse. I. Can. Help. Arwen speaks in native tong again. "I do not fear them." Aragorn takes her hand lovingly.
"Go," Aragorn smiles. He helps Arwen onto the horse.
"I am coming with you," I say in Elvish, "I can help with the river. You both know of my power over water, let me come. I will fly. I do not need a horse."
"Yes," Aragorn answers in Elvish, "help." I take off my cloak and spread my wings, handing my cloak to Merry. "Arwen." Aragorn says. "Ride hard. Don't look back." Arwen whispers to her horse in Elvish and they take off. I flap my wings and follow them. We are going as fast as we can. I can hear Sam shout from behind us.
"What're you doin'," Sam shouts, "those Wraiths are still out there!" Arwen holds onto Frodo even tighter as I fly ahead. I need to keep a lookout for the Nazgul. I can hear the Nazgul behind us so I lower my speed to fall behind. I take out my twin blades. This will be interesting. The Nazgul are closing in on us. I get ready to swing my blades.
I feel them come closer and I look to see them all not a few strides behind Arwen. I close in on one of them. I move my blade towards them, it screeches. My blade must have hit it. Arwen shouts something that sounds like river. I turn to see us coming closer to the river. I beat my wings as fast as I can and I pass the horse Arwen is on easily. I fly through the trees with ease, leaving Arwen behind. I need to get across that river. A branch flies at me at I twist to miss it, but I can feel cuts along my arms. I finally reach the river and I set myself down on the opposite side. Not soon after, Arwen comes riding through the river with Frodo sitting in front of her. The Nazgul are not far behind. She turns, facing the wall of Nazgul that stands at the other side of the river. She starts to chant something in Elvish and I raise all of my power in order to do this.
I can feel other powers, people at work, helping us to make a wall of water. The Nazgul start to cross when I raise my hands, and I can hear the rush of water. The Nazgul look to the side to find a storm of water, that look to be like horses, rushing towards them. They are washed out and I almost collapse in exhaustion. I feel weak, but with my first glance, I can see Rivendell. I sigh with relief, and we make our way to the enchanted elf city that I have missed so very much.