Women in the Fellowship

Eglaneth

I race after Arwen, hoping to catch up with her quickly. I feel bad that Elemmire has to watch us both leave. I know that she thinks that she has sent us to our dooms. Even though I am a ghost, the darkness can still take me. Making my way through the woods, I soon find Arwen. She knows I am there, but does not speak. I am ahead of her and her horse, Asfaloth, and I see the young hobbit, which has the ring, lying in the ground. He is slipping into darkness. It filled my heart with sorrow to see the halfling like this. They were, unlike any other race, happy, free and innocent, with no true idea of cruelty. Yet here Frodo lay, stabbed by a creature of the darkness. I could feel him fading.

"Frodo, I am Eglaneth. Telin le thaed. Lasto beth nin, tomorrow dan nan galad." I tell him. He responds slightly. Arwen comes behind me and takes Frodo. She carefully places Frodo on Asfaloth. (I am here to help you. Hear my voice, come back to the light.)

"Dartho Guin beriain. Rych le ad tolthathon." Says Aragorn, stepping towards the horse. (Stay with the hobbits. I will send horses for you.)

"Hon mabathon. Rochon ellint I'm." Arwen argues. (I am the faster rider, I will take him.)

"And I will protect them." I added. Aragorn smiles lightly before shooting back;

"Andelu I ven. " (the road is too dangerous.)

"Frodo for. Ae athradon I hir, turn gwaith nine beriatha hon." Says Arwen. (Frodo is dying. If we can get him across the river, the power of my people will protect him.)

"As you wish." Aragorn sighs in submission.

Arwen nudges Asfaloth and he races to Rivendell, and I follow at her pace. I can feel terror, both within me and around me as the Nazguls shriek. We travel quickly, with five of the nine creatures traveling in pursuit.

We travel for a few hours, and the terror is enough to keep us going. But I can see that Arwen is exhausted and Frodo's condition is getting worse. Neither of them would last long, and the Nazguls show no sign of retreating.

But I see a silver lining, a little ray of hope. The river is in sight. I remember Arwen's words.

"Once we get across the river, the power of my people will protect him."

Arwen realizes this a second after I do, and quickens her pace. Unfortunately, the ringwraiths see this too. I just need to buy Arwen enough time to get across thee river.  

She is just entering the river. I stay behind with the ringwraiths and draw to long, curved swords. I say a quick spell that makes the blades catch fire.

The Nazguls shriek and back away. But the leader, the witch king of Agamar draws a sword and confronts me. He swings the long, black at me and I barely block it. He is as strong as Isildur himself. I grunt and swing my flaming swords at him and he uses the opening to disarm me an push me back, which is almost impossible. I look across the river. Arwen and Frodo are gone. I take one last swing at him, and rush across thee river. Then I saw that they were following me into the river. Fools.

"Waters of the Misty Mountain, listen to the great word, flow , waters of Loudwater, against the Ringwraiths!" I cried.

By the time they realized what I had done, it was too late. The river carried them away.

And I set off for Rivendell once more. I reached the gates, not even bothering to be discreet. I didn't usually go out in day, because the elves think that I have suffered a terrible fate, and it saddens them. Most of them do not realize that this is the path I chose. I followed Lord Elrond's energy, and it got stronger and stronger until I finally saw them. Elemmire, Arwen, and Lord Elrond were all over Frodo, trying their hardest to heal him. I linger in the doorway until they look up.

"Will he be okay?" I asked.

"Yes, but he will he asleep for a little while." Replies Elrond.

I let out a sigh. Not that I still needed to, but old habits die hard. I turn to Elemmire a hug. I can actually see her relief that I was okay. Arwen must have told her I was fighting the Nazguls. I then go back to the forest, and float in a tree just above the waterfall. I could still feel the ring's presence. I could always feel it, even in my life. The thought brings me inti a memory, and I suddenly have a flashback of my death.

I was woman of Gondor, a half elf, to be specific. Before he died, my father used to protect Elendil, and he taught me to fight. My mother had sailed to the Grey Havens. There was now an alliance between elves and men, and now the troops of Gondor and I, disguised as a man, was with them. We reach the battlefield. I am beside my old friend and heir to the throne of Gondor, Isildir. He knew it was me. I am here to protect him, and fight for the freedom of Middle Earth. Sauron orders his troops to attack, and all hell breaks loose.

I fight bravely, doing everything I could to defeat Sauron. I look around and see Isildur occupied with an orcs in font of him. He didnt see the one behind him, which is raising a sword and about to bring it down on him.......

"NO!" I screamed, and dove into the way of the sword. Isildur slays the orcs around him, and looks at me, clearly devastated. My helmet has come off. "Destroy the ring." I tell him. "Go! Do not waste your time on me! It would mean your death." he nods sadly and does as I ask.

I hang on as long as I can. The fighting has stopped long ago, and I wait for the destruction of the ring. But it never comes. As I feel myself slipping away, I swear not to rest in peace until I see the ring destroyed.

And since then, I have waited for the ring to show itself. For thousands of years, I searched for signs, and now the ring is here in Rivendell. To destroy it; that is my sole purpose of existence.