A shocking adventure (LOTR Fanfic)

Morgel Blade

     "I've actually never been to any of the elven territories before." Aragorn looks confusingly at Maeve. An elf that had never been in an elven territory before? Now that made no sense.

"How is that possible?" Maeve sighs and unclips her cloak. Taking it off and setting it to the side.

   Aragorn stared wide eyed at Maeve. She was simply stunning. Her golden hair shimmered in contrast to the lantern near her on the table. Her grey eyes were lit up with intelligence. Her outfit however was a little strange to him. At least for an elf.

"I'm a Ranger like you. However I really haven't done much with the title besides using it." Now her clothes made just a bit more sense to him.

"An elven Ranger, can't say I've met any."

"That's cause they're really aren't any. Elves don't particularly like being away from their homes. I however really like to wander." Aragorn sits fascinated as Maeve speaks to him. Her voice was so melodic and he felt he could listen to her all night.

"Do you miss it? Your home that is." Maeve shrugs her shoulders and rests her head on her hand.

"Not really." She sighs and closes her eyes briefly.

"If you are tired you should get some rest before we leave." Maeve nods her head and stands up from her chair. She unclips her chest plate and softly places it down on the table.
 
   Maeve stretched quickly and lays curled up at the end of the bed on top of the covers.

   She fell asleep quite quickly. Maeve herself could tell she was rather stressed about this new development. So she did what she always did to tame it. Sleep.

Aragorn feels the smallest hint of red climb up his cheeks. He knew elves weren't exactly shy but he didn't think one would simply be half naked in front of him. He shakes his head and continues keeping watch for anything outside. This Elleth was a strange one indeed.

   Sunrise came swiftly and the group of now six was making their way through the woods towards Rivendell.

"Where are you taking us?" Samwise bravely asks the Ranger.

"Into the wild." Was his only response. Which in Maeves opinion was kinda weird.

   They traveled for a few days barely stopping to rest. It seemed that everyday the Nazgûl were getting closer and closer. Maeve felt it in the back of her mind. A tugging feeling she connected to danger.

"We must keep moving." Aragorn spoke back to the group who took a quick break.

"But what about breakfast?!"

"You've already had it." Before Pippin could continue Aragorn swiftly starts on again.

    Maeve laughs as the two Hobbits speak back and forth about their different breakfasts. She drops back to behind everyone and urges them to move forward. The darkness, she can feel it getting closer.

   Few hours later near dusk they reach an abandoned watchtower.

"We rest here tonight."

   They make quick camp of the top and Aragorn disappears to scout.

"Everyone try and get some sleep. I'll be keeping watch." Though Maeve really has no clue what type of damage she could do to a Nazgûl. At this point she doubted any.

    While the Hobbits all slept, Maeve made a make shift torch. She however, waiting for the right moment did not light it yet.

   It was pitch black out when she heard it. The shriek of the Nazgûl. The Hobbits jumped awake and readied themselves. In fear they all huddled together behind Maeve.

   Maeve quickly drew her sword and lit the torch. The flame lighting up the top of the watchtower. Allowing her to see as five Nazgûl March through the stone pillars. She hears the Hobbits behind her whispering their fears to each other.

"Do not worry. Stay behind me, I will protect you." Maeve shouts and rushes towards the closest rider, swinging her sword towards him. The rider easily blocked her strike and pushed her back, allowing her to focus on the next one who got too close.

   This went on for some time. Maeve would swipe at one with her sword and shove her torch in the faces of the others. The Nazgûl were not friends of fire.

   Maeve's sharp ears pick up the sound of Aragorns running feet. She quickly ducks right and starts engaging with the two that way. Leaving Aragorn to jump out to the left and take on the other three.

   Aragorn takes the chance that Maeve had given him. Jumping out with his own sword and torch in his hands.

   Together the two quickly fought the five black riders off. Though as they ran one turned back and threw a small dagger like blade straight for Frodo.

   Maeve being an elf sees this all going down much slower. Her heightened senses allowing her to quickly put herself in front of the blade.

   Time seemed to speed up as the dagger pushed itself into Maeve's shoulder. She shouts in pain as Aragorn throws his torch into the riders face. It runs away in pain with the rest of the riders.

   Aragorn turns around quickly and kneels by Maeve's side. He pulls the dagger out and curses.

"Morgel blade. She doesn't have long now." He sighs and watches the blade turn to dust in his hands.

"There must be something we can do?! She did this to save me, she cannot die Strider!"

"Then we must get her to her people."