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Summary: Arwen and Aragorn have never met, and Arwen is the 10th member of the Fellowship. Destiny has brought them on this journey, but can they survive the obstacles on this journey?
A/N Tinuniel Undomiel: This story is written by Tinuviel Undomiel and Nerwen Aldarion. I have read the books and know all about how Asfaloth is Glorfindel's horse ect. We wrote this story based on the movies not the books. We developed this fanfic from Invalid's story Nine Companions, One Evenstar. I hope you all like it, I know I sure do.
A/N Nerwen Aldarion: This Chapter was my sisters baby, not mine, my chapter will be coming next so be on awares. This story may sound similar to The Last Seer and my sister came up with many ideas to add to this story that are in The Last Seer, ironically, she has never read the story. Hope ya like this story.
10 Left Rivendell
Arwen weaved her horse Asfaloth through the brush of the Trollshaws. The forest was bursting with dark green leaves, and the bushes were thick with growth. The moonlight glimmered upon the plants, casting a dreary glow to her surroundings. Danger lurked in this forest, waiting to send her to death. The Nazgul were somewhere out there. She shivered at the thought of battling a Ringwraith. She knew that five were following the four hobbits that were slowly making their way to her home, Rivendell. She had to stop them, or, at the very least, distract them. Gandalf was counting on her to fulfill this mission.
"Your father wants to send Glorfindel," The wizard said with deep concerned etched on his wrinkled face, "but I only trust you to complete this task."
Gandalf and her father Elrond had argued for hours about who should go after the hobbits, but in the end Gandalf won. She remembered that this mission was very important; all of Middle Earth was at stake. For one of the hobbits, Frodo Baggins, carried the One Ring of Sauron. Arwen remembered when Gandalf came flying into Rivendell on Gwaihir the eagle. He had told them all of the finding of the ring, it was the magic ring that Bilbo Baggins, Frodo's uncle, had found in Gollum's cave. It was then decided that some one should escort the hobbits to safety, and Arwen was allowed to endure this task. Gandalf had been her friend and mentor for years; she could not fail him now.
Her Elven senses detected a presence up ahead of her. She dismounted from Asfaloth and unsheathed her sword. She silently crept through the woods, looking for the person she had detected. Arwen saw the pale glow of a torch moving through the brush. She walked after the flame as swiftly and stealthily as she could. She saw a man pushing aside bushes, searching the ground for something. Arwen snuck silently behind him, watching as he bent down and took out a small knife. She edged her sword under his throat, feeling him tense at the coldness of her blade.
"What's this?" She said, slightly amused, "A Ranger, caught of his guard?" The man was clearly a Dunedain Ranger, who were known for their awareness. "Stand up," she ordered him.
The Ranger obeyed her, knowing of his disadvantage. He turned to face her; amazed to see before him was a beautiful Elf maiden. "My lady," he said to her in Elvish, "I mean you no harm,"
Arwen's eyes widened when she heard him speak perfect Elvish. "Who are you?" She asked suspiciously. Although she sensed that he was no threat, she knew not be caught unawares.
"I'm Aragorn, one of the Dunedain," the man answered.
"You are a friend to Elves, aren't you?" She asked.
"Yes, my lady, I am."
Arwen withdrew her sword and sheathed it. "I am Arwen, daughter of Elrond." Arwen said. "I am sorry, but I had to be sure that you were not an enemy."
"I understand," Aragorn said, nodding in understanding. Then he tilted his head, "Why is an Elf maiden traveling alone beyond the Ford?"
"I am searching for four hobbits. I am to escort them safely to Rivendell."
Aragorn's eyes hardened. "Are you looking for Frodo Baggins who bears the Ring of Power?"
"Yes," she said, puzzled about how he knew that.
"Then it is good that I found you," he said.
"I believe that it is I who found you."
Aragorn was unamused. "Frodo has been stabbed by a Morgul Blade."
Arwen felt alarm in her heart at this, "I am a skilled healer," she replied, "How long ago was he stabbed?"
"Five days."
"Then here isn't much time." Arwen ran to Asfaloth and climbed into his saddle, "Where are they?" She asked.
Aragorn pointed towards left, "I was looking for the athelas plant. Do you think it will help?"
"I am not sure," She looked through the trees in the direction ranger had pointed, "But we must try." With that said she left to find the hobbits.
Arwen could hear them talking as she rode towards them: all four of them waited around the campside. A horrible cry filled the air, and she knew that it was Frodo suffering from the poison of the Nazgul's blade. She could hear Aragorn as he ran not far behind her. She got off Asfaloth and walked towards the ill hobbit.
"Frodo, im Arwen telin le thaed. Lasto beth nîn, tolo dan na ngalad." Arwen came and knelt before Frodo.1
"Who is she?" one of them asked as Aragorn came and knelt beside her.
"She's an Elf," another hobbit answered in a slightly awed voice.
"Frodo?" She asked, concern in her voice. The hobbit did not respond to her voice. "He is fading." She turned to Aragorn, who knelt beside her. The hobbit started groaning as Aragorn placed some athelas plant in his wound. "He is not going to last." Aragorn glanced at her, wanting hope. "We must take him to my father." She said. Aragorn nodded, and lifted the hobbit of the ground in his arms.
"Where are you taking him?" a hobbit called out, but both of them ignored him.
"I have been looking for them for two days," Arwen told Aragorn, "They are five wraiths behind you, where the other four are... I do not know."
Aragorn placed Frodo on Asfaloth then turned to Arwen, "Stay with the hobbits I will send horses for you."
Arwen frowned at him, "I am a fast rider, and this forest is my home, I will take him."
"The road is too dangerous." Aragorn argued.
"What are they saying?" a hobbit asked his companions.
"Frodo is dying. If I can get past the river the power of my people will protect him." She replied. "I do not fear them," She referred to the Nazgul.
Aragorn sighed and grudgingly handed Arwen the reins. She climbed on behind Frodo and then turned back to Aragorn.
"Ride hard, and don't look back." He advised her.
She nodded then whispered to her horse, "Norolim, Asfaloth, norolim."2
"What are you doing?" Arwen heard a hobbit cry, "Those wraiths are still out there!" She did not hear what Aragorn said, as she raced towards the direction of her home. There wasn't time to waste.
Sunlight streamed through the forest as Arwen continued on her journey to bring Frodo to Rivendell. The poor hobbit was getting worse, as the Nazgul's poison was slowly sinking him into shadow. A shrill cry echoed through the air as she saw all nine Nazgul riding up beside her. Arwen kicked Asfaloth faster as the race for Frodo began. Arwen weaved through the trees as she tried desperately to out run them. She was still ahead of them, but they were catching up beside her. The trees thickened as they made there way deeper into the forest. A branch scratched her cheek, leaving a small cut on her face. A Nazgul was neck to neck with Asfaloth, its armored hand outstretched as it tried to steal Frodo.
"Norolim Asfaloth!" She cried as she kicked her horse again. Asfaloth whinnyied and galloped forward, out of the wraith's reach.2
The wraiths were catching up and Arwen was afraid that she may fail to succeed this task, when the trees parted and revealed the river. Asfaloth burst forward at the sight of the river, putting more space between Arwen and the Nazgul. Asfaloth galloped across the river, and reached the other bank. Arwen turned Asfaloth to face the Nazgul. The Black Riders stopped their horses on the opposite side of the river bank.
One of them rasped in a voice that sent chills down her spine. "Give up the Halfling, She-Elf."
Arwen unsheathed her sword and held it high in the air. "If you want him, come and claim him!" she challenged them, defiantly. The Nazgul began to strut across the river in a confident matter. Arwen still held her sword high, and hid a smile. Softly, then louder, she began to chant, "Nîn o Chithaeglir, lasto beth daer, Rimmo nîn Bruinen dan in Ulaer. Nîn o Chithaeglir, lasto beth daer, Rimmo nîn Bruinen dan in Ulaer!"3
The water began to race faster and faster. Suddenly a wall of water with the heads and power of horses came crashing down upon the Nazgul. The River sent them tumbling down the forest, leaving Arwen and Frodo alone on the riverbank. Arwen nearly laughed, but then the hobbit began to groan and sink from Arwen's grasp.
"No, no! Frodo no!" She cried as she felt the hobbits spirit begin to fade. She lifted him off the horse and cradled him on the ground in her arms.
"Frodo do not give in, not now!" She cried as tears formed in her eyes. "Please Frodo, look inside yourself and find your strength!"
She could see now that he was listening to her words, as she felt his spirit fight against the shadow. She gently rocked him back in forth as she prayed that he would be able to survive the rest of the journey.
She placed Frodo back in front of her as she climbed on back on Asfaloth. She kicked Asfaloth and the cantered onto the road to Rivendell. After riding for what seemed an eternity, she saw the Elven city of Rivendell through the trees.
"Please, Frodo! Hold on!" She pleaded again.
When they reached the gate, they opened and let her pass. She climbed off Asfaloth and picked up Frodo. Elrond ran towards his daughter.
"Arwen," He said in a grave voice when he saw the hobbits condition.
"What grace has given me let it be passed to him. Let him be spared," she cried to Elrond, "Save him!"
1 Frodo, I am Arwen, I have come to help you. Hear my voice, come back to the light.
2 Ride fast, Asfaloth, ride fast!
3Waters of the Misty Mountains, listen to the great word. Flow waters of Loudwater against the Ringwraiths. Waters of the Misty Mountains listen to the great word! Flow waters of Loudwater against the Ringwraiths!
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