LotR: Pippin's Point of View

VI: The Elf

We stopped in a clearing surrounded by massive stone trolls. They were clearly arguing.

I tapped Merry on the shoulder and pointed at them, lifting my torch so we could see the three statues better.

"Look! The trolls from Mr. Bilbo's stories!" Merry nodded, smiling despite the situation.

I remembered when Merry and I were younger, we would visit Bag End each summer to hear Mr. Bilbo's story. That is in fact how we Frodo.

It was a warm summer, and Merry an I were racing up to Bag End. I knocked and the round, green door swung open to reveal a young hobbit in brown trousers and a green shirt. He had a half eaten apple in his hand.

"Hello," he said. "I'm Frodo Baggins."

A groan from Frodo returned me to the grim present.

Merry and I kneeled next to Sam.

"Mr. Frodo?" Sam felt Frodo's face. "He's going cold!" He cried.

"Is he going to die?" I asked him.

"He's passing into the Shadow World. He will soon become a Wraith like them." Strider answered.

Frodo gasped as broken conch shell screams pierced the cold air.

"They're close," Merry said.

Strider bent down to Sam. "Sam, do you know the Athelas plant?"

"Athelas?" Sam asked.

"Kingsfoil."

Sam recognized that. "Kingsfoil, aye, that's a weed."

Strider nodded. "It may help slow the poisoning. Hurry!" He handed Sam his torch and they rushed into the forest.

Merry and I looked helplessly at each other, and then to Frodo. I knelt down and shrugged, shaking my head in confusion.

I was about to try the Hemlock when a white light shone. Frodo turned his head and his glassy blue eyes widened at the sight.

A figure, obscured by the light, trotted up on a beautiful white horse.

As she dismounted, she walked closer and I saw her.

An Elf.

She had long, wavy brown hair and a flowing white dress. She had some sort of pendant around her neck.

Part of me wanted to draw my sword, to protect Frodo, but the other part of me knew that she was t here to hurt us.

The light faded as she above Frodo and breathed his name.

Se began speaking to him in some Elvish speak.

I wrinkled my eyebrows and frowned uncertainly. I had no idea what was going on here.

I understood only bits and prices of this Elvish talk.

Something about helping us, hearing a voice, and something about walking into light or whatever.

Yeah, my Elvish is rusty.

She knelt and I saw her dress was brown.

Sam ran back into the clearing as Merry asked, "Who is she?"

"Frodo," she said. Strider came up with some Kingsfoil. He put it in his mouth.

"She's an Elf," Sam told Merry.

"He's fading," said the Elf. Strider pushed away Frodo's cloak to see the wound.

"He's not going to last." She said.

Well, she was a real ray of sunshine, huh?

Strider placed the chewed weed into his cut and Frodo began gasping again.

"We must get him to my father." The Elf women said. She looked at Strider and they hoisted him up onto the horse.

"I've been looking for you for two days." She said.

"Where are you taking him?" Merry asked, but they didn't hear him. Sam stepped forward nervously.

"They are five Wraiths behind you." The Elf lady continued. "Where the other four are, I do not know."

Strider and this Elf lady resumed the conversation in Elvish. Darn it.

I strained to understand.

Strider : stay with the hobbits - I'll send sources for the shoe.

Elf : I'm the one to make him smile, so sell ham.

Strider : the road has two pots.

"What are they saying?" I asked desperately.

Elf : if I can crunch the deliverer; the lower peasants can defect them.

The Elf FINALLY returned to English.

"I do not fear them."

Okay, that wasn't helpful at all. Fear who?!

Strider and the woman held hands and them the Elf leaped up on the horse, with Frodo in front of her, and looked down at Strider.

"Arwen," THAT was her name! Arwen! "Ride hard. Don't look back."

Arwen chanted to her horse in Elvish and it galloped away.

Strider watched it disappear wistfully.

"What are you doing?!" Sam shouted at him. "Those Wraiths are still out there!"

Strider set off at a run, and we had to hustle to keep up. We ran all night. It was about mid-morning when we reached the river.

I noticed a lot of hoof prints in the dirt around us.

I deciphered ten sets of them.

I shuddered to think of Arwen, pursued by all nine Wraiths at once. We splashed through the river and stumbled along into Rivendell.

I blinked to stay awake as I marveled at the beautiful buildings.

Strider spoke quickly to a few Elves. Rey nodded.

Strider pointed to me to follow one of the servants.

The Elf marched through the city until he found me a vacant room.

Without even undressing, I collapsed on my bed, my hand still clenched to the hilt of my sword, for I have learned before-hand that beauty be very deceiving.

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Hi! Sorry for the slow update, but I think the chapter was longer than usual, so yay for that!

Okay, not much for an A/N, but, what do the kids say these days? whatever.

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