Chapter 9
Aragorn's POV :
My love I cannot begin to tell you what had happened to me whilst I was in Bree. The most peculiar sight caught my eyes as four little Hobbits entered the pub. I watched them, hidden under my cloak. There were rumours of a ring. You know of the ring, my love. Isildur's bane had resurfaced. The rumour was that a little Hobbit carried this great evil with him. Gandalf had mentioned his friend Frodo who was to arrive in Bree. Could this be him, I thought to myself? I watched them, my dear, as they sat and rested their weary bodies.
Then something extraordinary happened. One of the young Hobbits accidentally wore the ring and vanished. I knew then that they were in danger; the forces of evil will search them out and kill them. I hid them Arwen, and tried my best to protect them. We watched and heard the Nazguls tore the room apart but they did not find the Hobbits. I then took them into the wild; the only place I knew I could try my level best to keep them safe.
We travelled days on, wandering the marshes. It was not until we reached the old watch tower of Amon Sul, they found us. They came, the nine, with swords of Morgul blade with one intention; retrieve the ring and kill those who bear it. I was nearly too late when I arrived at the top. Frodo was stabbed by the retched blade and was passing slowly to the world of shadows. I knew this was beyond me. I needed your father, Lord Elrond, my love to help me cure this little being. I carried him, Arwen, through the forest disregarding day or night to try and get him to your father.
But the ring wraiths followed us and it seemed bleak and all hope was lost. I was losing him fast and we stopped to find Athelas, the only plant I knew to work best to help slow the poison of the Morgul blade. I had never felt fear in my life and tonight I did. Frodo was the only one who could carry the ring. If he passed to the Shadow World, all will be lost.
My mind was preoccupied. I thought of you and your elven kind. How I wished you were here with me. For the first time in many days, I truly missed you. It never ceased to amaze me how your presence calmed my soul and eased my mind as it had so many times before. I felt your spirit emanating through my being and for one fleeting moment I thought you were standing behind me.
My reveries came to an end when I felt a blade under my neck. But when you spoke, my heart soared. Never would I think I would see you in front of me here, in the wilderness. Your radiance shone the dark gloomy forest. You even mesmerised the little Hobbits. But there are more pressing matters at hand than my aching heart. Frodo was fading and I knew you were the only one who could lead him to safety. I let him go with you. I fear for you my love. The ring wraiths were near and though you are strong and sure, it did not lessen my fear for your safety. I could not have lived with myself if any harm should befall you. Ride hard Arwen and do not look back. I pray to the Valar to keep you safe from harm.