Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings.

Me: I wish I did though.

Enya: You own me, and Hollin

Me: true at least I have you guys

Chapter Two: The Ford of Bruinen

Enya burst into her flat angry, alarmed, and confused and scared. Her thoughts where swirling, The Nazgul where back, and she needs to give a message to Lord Elrond. Why does she have to go, her of all the people to choose. Perhaps it has to do with her past, the way she had been there when Isildur took the ring never to destroy it, getting taken by the Nine for torture and conversion. Her being the last surviving close kin of Gil-Galad, being the keeper of the unknown 4th Elvin ring. Her having both Numenorian and The eldest of Elvin blood, or maybe it's just what she sees and what Enya doesn't.

Frustrated and still confused Enya packed light with two simple Elvin tunics, leggings, and boots, along with a simple black Elvin dress whose sleeves reached the ground and had a simple leather, violet, lace up vest.

Wearing her customary Ranger attire and carrying her saddle bags, and pack Enya walked down to the stables. She froze then continued into the stables as she saw the Marchwarden, Haldir.

"Good morning Lady Enya," Haldir said.

"Morning," Enya said walking into her horse, Hollin's, stall.

"Are you leaving us already," Haldir asked.

"Yes, upon the request of Lady Galadriel," she answered, saddling Hollin.

"May Elbereth, watch over you Lady," Haldir said walking out of the stables.

"Yes, I hope so," Enya mumbled, mounting Hollin, and checking that her bow, quiver, blades, horn, shield, and supplies where secured, they where.

"Noro lim, Noro lim, Hollin let us see if we can get to Imladris before the Nine," she said urging Hollin forward. Hollin leapt forward like an arrow from its string, and started galloping to the border.

Everything went smoothly for 23 days. At Noon on the twenty-third day of her journey, things took a turn for the worst. One mile from the Ford Enya heard yelling and the sound of horse hooves, and then the thing that she had been dreading, the shrieks and calls of the Nazgul. She finally was able to make out the shouts.

"There is only Eight where is the Ninth," a mans voice called out.

'Only eight', Enya thought her ears and eyes searching for the slightest hint of where the Ninth Nazgul would be. Suddenly behind her there erupted the sound of hooves and a piercing shriek. She looked over her shoulder and gasped in alarm. It was the leader of the Nine, the Witch King of Angmar, the one she feared the most, in whose torture chambers she had lain in, and whose fortress of Minas Morgul she had barley escaped, but lost a close friend.

Drawing her blade, she called to Hollin, "Noro lim, Noro lim, Noro lim, fly the enemy is upon us!" Hollin reared, and then sprang forward screaming his challenge to the other black horses of the Nazgul. Enya lay low on his neck letting him have his head; therefore he was able to give his full ability to getting to the Ford. Arriving at the Ford, Hollin had to jump over the swing of a blade. Looking around Enya saw four Hobbits, one Ranger, and a High Elf. Whipping around yet again, she saw the Ninth Nazgul join his fellows.

Enya glared at them with hatred so strong that the Hobbits who say her gaze quelled under it. She lightly kicked Hollin who reared immediately when she raised her blade high challenging them.

"By Elbereth and Luthien the Fair you shall have neither the Ring nor me," said a small voice that came from the Hobbit on the Elvin horse, as he raised his tiny, old, Westernesse sword.

Time seemed to freeze as the Witch King stood up in his stirrups, raised his hand, and calling out in his fell language, striking the hobbit dumb.

As Hollin's front hooves touched the ground, Enya turned him towards the Ford. And as a rumbling was heard from down the river, Hollin had leapt agley across.

Enya again raised her sword and called out in a ringing voice, in a strange mixture of Elvish, "Come no closer Nazgul, Servants of Sauron, I am she that you thought dead, go back to your Master for you have no chance of over coming me again! In the name of Elbereth may the River take you!"

As she finished challenging them, the magnifiedwaters of the River, swept the Nine away.

Startled by the sound of someone falling, Enya looked down. Seeing the hobbit unconscious on the ground she quickly dismounted, but was shoved aside by the male Ranger. Ignoring the gesture and suspicious looks from the other Hobbits, Enya knelt besides the male Ranger and asked, "What is his aliment?"

The Ranger, one of the Dunadan, didn't answer just shoved a dagger hilt at her. Inspecting it she hissed, it was one of the cursed blades, one that made the victim a wraith. She dropped it, grabbed her dagger, and slit her wrist holding elevated.

"Where was he pierced," she questioned, urgency lacing her voice.

Again the Dunadan didn't answer he just pointed to the hobbits left shoulder. Enya nodded, cutting away the clothing that obscured the wound, and she grimly noted it was closed. Thanking Elbereth that the Hobbit was unconscious, she cut open the deadly wound.

A furious hiss broke from the Dunadan, but she ignored him and grabbed a small leaf out of the pouch at her waist. Crushing the leaf she placed it into the wound, and quickly laid her wrist onto the opening of the wound.

Upon the contact she started shivering violently, and started to chant softly. Then pulling her wrist away, she sighed in exhaustion. Using a common smith's freezing spell on this kind of wound, had drained her of much of her strength. She quickly bound both his shoulder and her wrist.

Setting the hobbit onto her saddle, Enya walked back over to the Dunadan and yanked the dagger hilt from him and placed it in a pouch at her waist. Mounting Hollin behind the hobbit, she whispered, "Fly towards Imladris as if the Nine where behind us, Hollin!"

Hollin immediately sprang towards Imladris. Shouts and cries came from the lips of the hobbits companions as Hollin ran. A horse was soon following Enya's flight. She glanced back, it was the Dunadan on the High Elf's horse, and shaking her head in disdain she let Hollin have his head.

"Stop! I demand to know who you are, and what your purpose is, and why you are dressed as a Ranger," he called out.

"Ease to a walk Hollin but don't stop we must get this Hobbit to Imladris," Enya whispered, and Hollin slowed to a brisk walk. The Dunadan rode up next to her.

"Answer my questions," he asked harshly.

"I am Enya, my purpose right now is to get this Hobbit to Imladris as fast as possible, his aliment is worse than it seems, I've seen it before, and I am dressed as a Ranger and Dunadan because I am one, and I was sent to Imladris for a purpose. And so I believe that that answers your questions, Aragorn son of Arathorn," She answered, urgency, haste, frustration, and exhaustion lacing her voice.

He blinked surprised. Ignoring his reaction, Enya let Hollin's reins hang loosely letting him know to continue his sprint towards Imladris, at which he sprang forward.