Eight: Beckoning

Warnings: Violence.

Edited: 4/4/08 - 6:37PM

New Author's Note: I've finally reached the end of editing of CAPTURED WITH NO RETURN. It certianly was a trip down memory lane and only reminds me of how many more stories I have to edit. I hope you enjoy this chapter as well (despite its far fetched-ness.)

Day had come, Arwen's spirit carried Pippin out of Minas Morgul by transporting him through her body and changing his solid form into energy to make it easier to transport the wounded hobbit. This brought her physical body to Rohan. Arwen held Pippin close to her body wrapped in her maroon colored cloak as she raced across the plains of Rohan on her horse Asflaloth.

Pippin sat in front of the the elf holding onto Asflaloth's strong neck, with his weak arms and hands, still breathing heavily from loss of blood while held captive in Minas Morgul. He struggled in trying to breathe correctly with each stinging pain that stabbed him in the chest.

A screech from above caught Arwen's attention and looked up ahead. The small speck of witch king flew at top speed towards Edoras and the Golden Hall. From what she gathered, the Nazgul was going after the ringbearer.

"Asflaloth! Noro lim!" Arwen cried. Asflaloth dug his hooves into the ground, and picked up his speed.

Sam and Merry were in complete shock after they heard Frodo explain his side of the story (again, for Sam's sake) after they were captured by the Orc and Uruk-Hai. The three hobbit's stood outside of the stone walls of Rohan listening to Frodo tell his tale. "I'm amazed they didn't realized you had the ring!" Merry chuckled. Sam nodded, with his arms folded across his chest. "They're not very smart, those Orc's," Sam muttered.

Frodo shrugged. "Too true, I'm just glad they weren't there at the time," He sighed. "I'm still unsure where to look for Pipp--" Frodo stopped in mid-sentence, his gaze averted upward to the sky. Merry and Sam followed his line of sight, their eyes searched the skies for whatever had caught their's attention when the shrill scream echoed from above. The lord of the Nazgul! Sam felt the blood in his viens run cold at the very sight of the fell beast. "They're here," Frodo whispered.

Several soldiers rushed outside, weapons in hand. The remaining Fellowship, Aragorn, Legolas, Gandalf, and Gimli came to a halt at the stairs of the golden hall, spotting the Nazgul as well. While the warriors rushed to the aid of Rohan's men, Gandalf began to utter an incantation to ward off the witch-king.

Outside Rohan's walls, Sam and Merry looked across the plain in surprise. There was someone on horseback riding quickly toward them. It didn't take either halfling long to discover who the Nazgul was persuing. "Frodo-- !" Merry eyes shifted toward where Frodo stood, only to discover he wasn't there anymore. "Mr. Frodo?!" Sam cried running back into safety of the stone walls. His blue eyes caught sight of Frodo climbing the stairs to the watch tower. "Frodo!" Sam cried running after him.

Frodo walked up the stairs in a trance, the ring out of hiding from behind his blouse. Two guard's caught sight of Frodo and charged after the hobbit, to bring him down from the tower. Frodo put his hand forward and stared straight into their eyes. "Dhul," He spoke blackspeech. The guards fell to the ground in a heap. Frodo stood still like a statue as the Nazgul rose up like a shadow for the ring. His clawed hand reached out for Frodo, as the Hobbit leaned forward to aid him a bit. Sam came dashing in just in time and pushed them both out of the watch tower.

Suaron beckoned his the Nazgul to return to Minas Morgul, and wait for another chance. Pulling on the reins, the beast turned in the direction of Minas Morgul and took flight at top speed. He would get the ring yet.

Arwen brought her steed to a stop, mere inches away from a surprised Merry. Climbing off of her horse, she came right under the two plummeting hobbits and caught them in her arms, falling onto the ground herself with a grunt. "Frodo! Sam!" Merry cried, rushing to their aid. Frodo climbed out of Arwen's arms and pulled his sword. Brandybuck skid to a halt, reaching for his own sword. His hand grasped nothing but air, his sword wasn't on his side. Frodo chargd at Merry, knowing him down. The hobbit crashed to the ground with a cry of pain, his arm was twisted underneath him. Merry watched as Frodo pulled back his arm ready to drive sting into his chest when a voice cried out of to him.

"MERRY!"

Frodo paused in shock, coming to his senses. Merry exhaled heavily, his gaze shifting down to his chest; the tip of sting's blade only touched the fabric of his shirt. He let his head on the ground thankful as sting fell out of Frodo's hand. "Pippin?" Frodo mumbled, moving away from the horse. He looked toward the horse, the small figure on the horse with his arms around Asflaloth's neck, breathing heavily. Merry climbed to his feet, he rushed over to Asflaloth to greet Pippin. The Took's green eyes bore into Merry blue one's, Arwen aided him off the white horse. Pippin gave the woman an apprecative smile before leaning onto Merry. Frodo and Sam came over to greet the youngest Hobbit.

Arwen smiled at their reunion, when Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli came out running toward them. Arwen's blue eyes rested on Aragorn as she climbed onto Asflaloth. "Arwen?" Aragorn asked, puzzled by her presence. "Aragorn," Arwen returned with a nod of her head. She turned to Frodo and sam. "Sam, Frodo, you must come with me if you are to make it to Mordor," She said.

Frodo's blue eyes darkened, he didn't want Sam to tag along with him, he had already gotten Pippin hurt. Though knowing Sam, the gardener wasn't going to take no for answer. They both nodded and headed toward Asflaloth.

Merry grunted, struggling to keep Pippin upright. He was relieved that she found Pippin. He could almost jump for joy, but his pride forbid it. "Thank you, Arwen," Merry called as Frodo and sam climbed onto her white horse. Arwen nodded and pulled on the reins. "You are welcome," Arwen replied. "Farewell." And with that Asflaloth was racing across the plain away from Edoras. Frodo looked back at the kingdom of Rohan, as it got smaller and smaller until he could see it no more. Pippin was safe, that put some of his mind at ease. Now he was on his way to Mordor with Sam.

(END)

Author's Note: Yes, your tipical corny ending. Mind you I shall not be a victim of flaming, so don't send any reviews containing flaming. Thank you have a great day!-- Sakura123