Last Act of Love (Sequel to The Last One)

Chapter 2

Hadron had taken the northern side of Weather Top, while Strider took the southern. So far there was no sign of an dangers, but the night was eerily quiet, far too quiet.

Screech!

Hadron's head snapped in the direction of the Hobbits where she saw a light dim. 

"Haaku!" (Idiot) She cursed.

Whether it was to herself or to the Hobbits, she wasn't quite sure. All she knew was that she had to get to them fast. She bolted up the stairs to the look out, holding her sword in one hand and a flaming torch in the other, and came upon five Nazgul advancing toward something. She assumed it was Frodo wearing the Ring as there was no sign of him, nor was there any sign of Strider yet.

Hadron launched into an attack, drawing the Nazgul away from Frodo by waving the torch. Not long after Strider jumped through the pillars, he too holding a torch and his sword. The two Rangers fought against the Nazgul, scaring them with fire. Hadron drove one of them to the edge with her sword who screeched and retreated. Strider set the cloak of one alight causing it to wail and run away. Hadron took on one of the remaining three setting it alight much as Strider just had, then threw her torch at another where it's face would be sending it up in flames. Strider did the same with the last of the Nazgul, before their attention turned to a writhing Frodo.  

"Strider! Hadron!" Sam cried.

Hadron slid to Frodo's side, pulling his clothes away from his should to inspect the wound. 

"Help him, Hadron." Sam whimpered.

She grimaced as she inspected the black poisonous veins that stretched from the wound, they reminded her of the wound she acquired in Mrikwood some time ago. She looked down to her left and picked up a broken sword. 

"He's been stabbed by a Morgul blade." She spoke gravely tossing the hilt aside as the blade dissipated into ash.

"This is beyond my skill to heal. He needs elvish medicine." She said looking at Strider who nodded and lifted the moaning Hobbit into his arms.

They ran through the woodlands, mindful of the screams of the Nazgul behind them. Hadron ran behind Strider who carried Frodo on his shoulder, softly she whispered healing songs and prayers in Elvish in hopes they would ease his pain.

"Hurry!" Strider called to the Hobbits as he picked up his pace.

"We're six days from Rivendell! He'll never make it!" Sam cried.

"Hold on, Frodo." Strider whispered.

The Hobbit moaned and murmured on his shoulder.

"GANDALF!"

"Strider, we cannot continue like this. He will not make it." Hadron whispered, cautious of the worrying Hobbits behind her.

Strider nodded and gently laid Frodo on the ground. Sam was instantly by his side.

"Look Frodo. It's Mr Bilbo's trolls." Sam said looking above them.

Truth be told above them were three large, stone trolls. Hadron's eyes clouded with memory as she remembered the journey she took with 13 dwarves, a wizard, and a Hobbit. She closed her eyes and held back the grief and sorrow that now flooded her mind. She had to let it go, but she could not stop blaming herself.

"He's going cold!" Sam said, feeling Frodo's forehead.

Strider held a torch as he looked around, while Hadron continued to whisper prayers. 

"Is he going to die?" Pippin choked.

"He's passing into the Shadow world. He'll soon become a wraith like them." Strider spoke gravely.