The Elfling || A Frodo Baggins Love Story

Stabbed In the Dark

The next morning, we made our way out of Bree and to the countryside.

"Where are you taking us?" Frodo demanded.

"Into the Wild," Strider answered. We had to walk quickly to catch up with him.

"How do we know if this "Strider" is a friend of Gandalf's?" Merry growled under his breath.

"I think that the Enemy would be fairer, but more fouler," Frodo answered.

"He's foul enough," Merry growled under his breath.

"Merry!" I hissed, slapping him in the shoulder to get him to shut up. He just glowered at me.

"But where is he leading us?" Sam asked desperately.

"To Rivendell, Master Gamgee," Strider replied. "To the House of Elrond."

Sam immediately sounded excited. I smiled slightly at his reaction. I, myself, have travelled to Rivendell on my own, on a few occasions. The Elves always treated me with respect, despite my height.

"Did you hear that?!" said Sam, who sounded giddy with excitement. "Rivendell! We're going to see the Elves!"

We soon came across some marshes. Flies were everywhere, buzzing and trying to get on us. We slapped them away from our face, keeping them off as much as possible.

"What can they eat, when they can't get a Hobbit?" Merry grunted.

When we settled down for the night in the marshes, it was hard to sleep. But at least the flies were getting less. There were no longer any flies who were trying to gnaw at your face. I could hear Strider singing softly as we tried to sleep. I felt Frodo shifting around, telling me clearly that he was awake too.

"Who is she?" Frodo asked in a soft voice. Strider stopped singing. "This woman you sing of?"

"'Tis the Lady Tinùviel, princess of Luthièn," he answered.

"What happened to her?"

Strider took a moment to answer.

"She died." He turned to look at Frodo with tears in eyes. "Get some sleep Frodo."

Frodo nodded and got himself settled down again, snuggling into my side, his head resting softly on my chest. I kept a protective arm around his torso, keeping him close to me, making sure that he knew that he had someone who could protect him. He nuzzled himself further into me.

A few days later, we came across the once-great watchtower of Amon Sûl. "This was once the great watch-tower of Amon-Sûl," Strider announced. He turned to face us. "We shall rest here tonight."

Once we reached our resting place for the night, we sat down on the floor, immediately relieved. Frodo immediately sat down next to me and rested his head on my shoulder out of exhaustion.

"These are for you," Strider announced as he tossed my friends some short swords. "Keep them close. I'm going to have a look around." He then turned to face me. "I suppose that you have weapons of your own, Eirina?" I nodded, unsure of what to say. "Good. Stay here, and protect the Hobbits while I'm gone."

And with that, he left, leaving us there in the dust. And as he said, we refused to go anywhere outside of our comfort zone. Dusk soon fell quickly, and Frodo had taken a nap on my legs, curled naturally against me. I had an arm wrapped protectively around his waist, bringing him closer to me. I began to doze off as well. But that was soon interrupted when I heard Frodo's frantic voice.

"What are you doing?!"

"Tomatoes, sausages, and nice, crispy bacon," Merry immediately answered. He had a hint of relish in his voice.