Mo Ghile Mear

Heiress of Mordor

*Athena's POV***

*Flashback*

"If I can get past the river, I know the power of my people can protect him," I objected to Aragorn as I argued with him and Arwen that I would be the faster rider. Frodo would be safe with me, and I knew that Sera, Daisy, Merry, Pippin, and Sam all trusted me to keep their friend safe from the Black Riders. I paused, a determined look in my eyes. "I do not fear them."

"Alright," said Aragorn at last.

I gave him a small smile before he gave me a leg-up. I grasped onto the reigns of Asfaloth, one arm protective around Frodo's torso to keep him from sliding off. I was about to take off whenever Aragorn stopped me again.

"Athena?" I turned to face him, clutching Frodo tight to my chest. "Ride hard, don't look back."

I nodded and encouraged Asfaloth to go at a great speed. I knew that the Ringwraiths would be on our tails soon, and we needed to get away from here, fast. Frodo needed to get to Lord Elrond. He was the only one who can fix this.

"What are you doing?!" Daisy cried out in horror after me. "Those Wraiths are still out there!"

But I ignored her. I knew exactly what I was doing.

By the time the sun had really risen to the sky, we were out of the forest, galloping towards the river that was the barrier to Rivendell, a place where the Nazguls couldn't set foot. They also fear the water. Weird, since horses can swim easily.

An ear-splitting shriek shattered through the air, making me jump. I casually looked to my left and saw a Black Rider closely at my heels on his black horse. There was another one on my right, and I was sure that the other Ringwraiths were also behind me, but I followed Aragorn's instructions and didn't look back.

We raced for the barrier, not even stopping once. I knew they'd get us if we did stop, so I urged Asfaloth to go faster. Finally, I skidded Asfaloth to a halt when we had crossed the barrier. I was panting now. We'd basically charged our way towards Rivendell without a break.

One of the Ringwraiths snarled at me, drawing their long sword. I clutched Frodo tightly to me. He had now gone limp, but he was not dead. I could faintly feel his heart fluttering weakly against my arm that was wrapped around his chest to prevent him from sliding off.

"Give up the Halfling, Traitor!" the leader growled threateningly.

I only rolled my eyes in return, whipping out my long knife, gripping the hilt tightly, raising it above my head. I held Frodo protectively to my chest.

"If you want him, come and claim him!" I snarled, getting a spell ready in my mind.

They charged without hesitation and I began to chant the spell that would drown them. There was a rumbling noise and water horses charged at the Nazguls, who tried to escape them, but to no avail. They were gone.

Feeling prideful, I'd almost forgotten why I was headed for Rivendell until I heard Frodo's faint whimpering. I gasped, jumping down from Asfaloth, setting Frodo gently on the ground on his back.

"Frodo, no!" I pleaded desperately, trying to shake his shoulder, hoping beyond hope that he would not die. Sera wouldn't want this. His blue eyes were dull and clouded over. "Please don't give in! Sera wouldn't want you to! Not now!" I paused, watching as he took his last few strangled breaths. "Oh!" I whimpered faintly, setting my dagger down. I pulled Frodo to me, holding him to my chest. Tears came to my eyes. Frodo had been so strong for the last three days, willing himself to stay conscious.