The rhythmic sound of hooves echoed through the quiet forest, the urgency of their mission pressing down on them. (Y/n) and Arwen rode side by side, their pace relentless, as they searched for Aragorn and the hobbits. Two days had passed, and though neither spoke much, the weight of what was coming hung in the air.
Breaking the silence, Arwen's voice came soft but concerned. "Do you think we will find them in time?"
(Y/n) kept her sharp eyes ahead, her senses tuned to the growing darkness that seemed to press in from all sides. "I have faith," she replied, though her voice held a note of tension. "But the shadow grows faster than I expected. The Nine are hunting, and Frodo's life is slipping away. We must hurry."
Arwen nodded but cast a sidelong glance at (Y/n). "There is something else troubling you, isn't there? You've been quiet... even for you."
(Y/n) hesitated, gripping the reins tighter. "This darkness... it's the same evil that I fought long ago, the same one that never truly died." Her voice grew soft but resolute. "I fear what lies ahead, for all of us."
"And yet you continue to fight it," Arwen observed, admiration lacing her words.
"Because I must," (Y/n) answered, her tone carrying the weight of centuries. She looked over at Arwen with a mix of protectiveness and worry. "That's why I wanted you to stay behind, Arwen. This path is dangerous, and you know what they will do if they catch us. I don't want to see you harmed."
Arwen met (Y/n)'s gaze, unwavering in her determination. "You cannot shield me from what is to come, (Y/n). We both have our roles to play. I am not a child, and this is a choice I made."
(Y/n) allowed a small smile to touch her lips, knowing that Arwen was right. "Very well. But stay close to me. The Nine are ruthless, and Frodo's life hangs by a thread. We cannot fail."
Arwen's expression softened, but her resolve remained. "I do not fear them," she said quietly, and (Y/n) knew she meant every word.
Together, they pressed on, their horses galloping through the night as they followed the trail of Aragorn and the hobbits, knowing time was running out.
As the first light of the moon broke on the second night, the two women finally spotted movement up ahead. Arwen's sharp eyes caught sight of Aragorn and the hobbits huddled together near a rocky outcrop, and without hesitation, she urged her horse faster.
Frodo lay on the ground, pale and barely breathing, his face twisted in pain. His body trembled with fever, and a cold sweat coated his skin. He was slipping away.
Pippin's voice trembled with fear as he asked, "Is he going to die?"
(Y/n)'s sharp eyes took in the scene from a distance, the sight of Frodo so close to death stirring something deep within her. She had never met him before, but she knew him from Bilbo's stories. Seeing him now, lying on the brink of the shadow world, she felt a familiar dread gnawing at her heart.
Strider, crouched next to Frodo. "He's passing into the shadow world. Soon, he will become a wraith like them."
In the distance, the eerie cry of a Ringwraith echoed through the forest, sending chills through everyone.
"They're close," Merry said nervously.
Frodo gasped in pain, his body convulsing slightly.
"Sam," Strider said quickly, "do you know the Athelas plant?"
Sam blinked, confused. "Athelas?"
"Kingsfoil," Strider clarified.
Sam's face lit up in recognition. "Aye, it's a weed."
"It may help slow the poison. Hurry!" Strider ordered, turning to search the dark forest floor for the plant.
As Strider knelt to gather Athelas, a sword was suddenly at his throat.
"What is this?" came a smooth voice, full of amusement. "A Ranger caught off his guard?"
Strider slowly turned his head, his eyes locking onto Arwen, who stood poised with her sword drawn. Behind her, (Y/n) stood tall, her own weapons ready, scanning the surrounding forest for danger.
Arwen's expression softened as she lowered her sword, but her attention quickly shifted to Frodo, her face filled with worry. "He's fading," she said, her voice trembling. "He's not going to last. We have to get him to my father—now."
(Y/n) knelt next to Frodo, placing a hand gently on his forehead. The poison had nearly overtaken him. "We cannot delay," she said firmly, looking up at Aragorn. "If we do not get him to Rivendell soon, he will be lost to the shadow forever."
Aragorn nodded grimly, lifting Frodo carefully into his arms and placing him on the back of Arwen's horse, Asfaloth.
Arwen swung up onto her horse, positioning Frodo securely in front of her. "I'll take him," she said with determination. "I'm the faster rider."
Aragorn reached for her reins, his expression pained. "The road is too dangerous."
(Y/n) stepped forward, her voice cutting through the tension. "She knows the danger, Aragorn. But the Nazgûl are closing in, and we have no other choice."
Aragorn hesitated, his hand lingering on Arwen's reins for a moment longer before finally releasing them. "Then ride hard, Arwen," he said, his voice heavy with emotion. "And don't look back."
Arwen met his gaze, her eyes filled with resolve. "I won't."
(Y/n) mounted Hades, her black unicorn, quickly pulling the reins as she prepared to follow Arwen. She glanced at Aragorn one last time. "Stay here. Protect the hobbits. We will see you in Rivendell."
Arwen whispered a command to her horse in Elvish. "Noro lim, Asfaloth!"
The two women rode off together, Frodo held tightly in Arwen's arms as they sped through the forest. Behind them, the screeches of the Nazgûl echoed through the night.
The forest blurred around them as they raced toward the safety of Rivendell, the cold wind biting at their faces. (Y/n) kept close to Arwen, her eyes scanning the trees for any sign of danger. She knew the Nine were close, their malevolent presence like a shadow pressing down on her mind.
Frodo's breathing was shallow, his face ashen. His time was running out.
Suddenly, a bone-chilling screech rang out from the trees behind them. (Y/n) turned sharply, her heart racing. Through the dark trees, she could see them—five dark figures on horseback, their black cloaks billowing in the wind as they pursued them with relentless speed.
"They're coming," (Y/n) called out, her voice steady despite the fear coursing through her veins.
Arwen glanced back, her face set with determination. "We must make it to the river. The power of my people will protect us there."
(Y/n) nodded, urging Hades to keep pace with Asfaloth. The Nazgûl were gaining ground, their dark forms like specters in the night. But (Y/n) would not let them have Frodo. Not while she still had breath in her body.
"Stay close, Arwen," (Y/n) shouted over the wind. "We are not out of this yet."
Arwen's eyes flashed with determination as the two elves pushed their horses harder, racing toward the Bruinen River and the safety that lay beyond.
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Lonely Dragon {Legolas x Reader}
Fanfiction(Y/n) or The Lonely Dragon, a name that was known across Middle Earth. Feared....admired.....worshipped All she wanted was to be normal, but that wasn't the case. She was made to be a weapon of war, the spawn of Sauron himself. His plan B if the Rin...
