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Chapter 10: Flight To Rivendell
Chapter 10: Flight to Rivendell
As Nianna drew closer and closer to the tower, shrieks from the Dark Nine would break the otherwise silent grassland. Occasionally, one of the frightening screams would be answered by a sharp coldness that would race up Nianna’s arm. She only grimaced at the pain but the urgency of her flight to reach the hobbits overcame the pain.
As the tower magically appeared into view, a strange disturbance filled her mind. She absently remembered the same feeling from the Prancing Pony, prior to the arrival of Frodo and Strider into the hobbits room. The presence quickly disappeared clearing her mind.
She looked to the top of the tower that was still a great distance from her position and noticed a bright light from a fire flare in the night sky. She continued to run at a fast pace but noticed one by one nine dark figures, one of them set aflame, fleeing the tower into the inky blackness away from it and her path. However, she never slowed her stride and as she reached the foot of the tower, she dropped the water bags. By her peripheral vision, she noticed that both Fir Gael and the ponymed med unharmed. She ascended the stairs, taking them two or three steps at a time. She feared that one of the hobbits might have been injured by one of the Wraiths, but hoped that Strider had arrived in time to avoid such a tragedy.
As she crested onto the manmade plateau, she paused quickly glancing around to take a quick look at its occupants. Across from her, Nianna saw three of the hobbits and Strider huddled over a fourth hobbit. One of her worst fear realized, she swiftly walked over to the small group. As she realized that the fourth hobbit was Frodo, she overheard Strider say, “He’s been stabbed by a Morgul blade.”
She looked down on the small group and watched as the human pulled a dagger from the hobbit’s shoulder. A gasp was heard as the entire blade dissolved in the wind.
She kneeled beside him as he said, “This is beyond my skill to heal. He needs Elvish medicine. Nianna, do you have anything that may help.”
Nianna carefully moved Frodo’s tunic away from the wound and for the first time saw the injury inflicted on the hobbit. The skin around the gaping hole had turned an unnatural white and the veins surrounding it had turned a startling blue. As she watched, the blue became slightly darker as the poison began to be absorbed into his little body.
“I am not a healer, but I do have some Athelas in my bags that may slow the poison down.” she rushed.
Without replying, Strider placed Frodo gently over his shoulder and following Nianna, descended the stairs with the hobbits following closely behind both of them.
Bill and Fir Gael were waiting patiently near the back of the tower. As Strider placed Frodo onto the ground gently, Nianna ran to her saddlebags and retrieved her small bag of herbs. Taking out the Athelas, she placed it in her mouth. She strode back over to the group huddled around Frodo. Chewing and moistening the herb to a thick paste, she moved between the hobbits and knelt at Frodo’s side.
Strider held back Frodo’s tunic, as Nianna lathered the now pasty substance onto the wound. Using one of her knives, she ripped the sleeve of her tunic from the elbow down and used it to wrap the shoulder, in order to keep the paste from remoistening, and sealing it to the wound.
“That is the last of my supply. We will have to find more soon.” she said, the worn hen her voice evident.
gul gul cries could still be heard in the distant.
“The Riders are regrouping. We must hurry away from here. I know a place not far, where we may gather more of the herb. Then we will continue on to Rivendell. The healers there will be able to do more for him,” said the Ranger.
Strider gently raised Frodo from the ground and placed him astride Fir Gael. As he kept the unconscious hobbit upright, Nianna followed and grabbed another hobbit. Pippin let out a slight yelp as he was unexpectedly lifted behind Frodo.
“Help Frodo stay on the saddle, Pippin.” Nianna said quickly as she walked to Fir Gael’s head and took hold of his reins.
As Strider raced up the stairs to gather the rest of their supplies, Sam and Merry went to Bill and loaded the water skins that had previously been left unattended. Strider quickly returned and loaded the rest of their possessions.
Taking the lead once again, he set a fast pace as the rest followed.
Sam worriedly said, “We are six days from Rivendell. He’ll never make it!”
Nianna glanced back as she heard Frodo whisper Mithrandir’s name. She turned back to Sam, who was walking beside Fir Gael, rested one of his hands on Frodo’s leg, while the other hand held Bill’s reins.
“We will make it, Sam. Frodo is counting on us to do so,” she said. She looked up at the wounded hobbit and whispered, “Hold on, Frodo.”
His reply was a desperate cry that seemed strangled from his rapidly breathing lungs, “GANDALF!”
*****
The group moved swiftly in the night and soon reached a dark forest. Strider led them to a small clearing as the rest of the group looked around at the strange stone creatures that encompassed theariearing. Strider walked over to Fir Gael and removed Frodo from the horse’s back.
Sam walked over to where Strider had placed the injured hobbit and crouched down to his friend. He placed a hand on his friend’s uninjured shoulder, and with false enthusiasm said, “Look Frodo, Mr. Bilbo’s trolls!” Sam received no response from his friend, “ Mr. Frodo?”
Sam glanced over at Strider, who was removing the make shift bandage. Strider pushed aside Frodo’s tunic to take a closer look at the wound.
“He’s going cold,” the hobbit said, near tears.
Absently, Strider replied, “He’s passing into the shadow world. He will soon become a wraith like them.”
Sam’s eyes widened with this news. Nianna stood behind the hobbit and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder; her eyes never left Strider as he examined the wound once more.
As if they were eavesdropping, a Nazgul cry swept through the forest. Frodo gasps as the sound reached his ears.
Merry and Pippin stood huddled together in the middle of the clearing. They looked into the dark recesses of the trees, watching for the danger. Merry worriedly said, “They’re close.”
riderider turned toward the hobbit that stood nearby, “Sam, do you know the Athelas plant?”
Sam shook his head slightly, “Athela
Strider quickly replied, “Kingsfoil.”
Sam’s eyes lit up with understanding, “Kingsfoil. Aye, that’s a weed.”
Strider looked intently into Sam’s eyes, “Find as much as you can.” He looked up at Nianna, “Stay here with Frodo, I’ll go with Sam to find some more.”
Nianna nodded and took Strider’s position as he and Sam disappeared into the surrounding forest.
She stroked the sweat soaked hair of the little hobbit, feeling the heat that radiated from his body. She heard Merry and Pippin slowly approach behind her.
She turned slightly toward the two that were huddled together. She smiled gently at them, attempting to alleviate some of the worry they felt for their friend, “He’ll make it. He…” Before she could finish, Frodo’s tiny body began to shake violently.
Nianna turned back towards Frodo and gently wrapped her arms around him, holding him still while caressing his sweat-drenched brow. She began to sing her lullaby softly to the trembling hobbit in her arms. The tune was gentle, in hope that the little hobbit would fight against the darkness sweeping through his mind and body, and come back to the light.
Tintila, tintila, tithen elen,
Manen inye intyale ya lle nar.
Am or i ardhon sie taur,
Ve khemir ned i menel.
Tintila, tintila, tithen elen,
Manen inye intyale ya lle nar!
Ir i urya anor na wanwa,
Ir e kai sila am,
San lle tana lya tithen calad,
Tintila, tintila, pan i daw.
Tintila, tintila, tithen elen,
Manen inye intyale ya lle nar!
As Frodo’s convulsing body began to still, Merry and Pippin knelt on the ground near by. They watched as the previous mask of pain slowly release its hold and Frodo’s face turned to one of calm. Nianna continued to sing soothingly as they waited for the return of their companion
N
No more than an hour passed when Strider and Sam returned with their precious medicine. As Sam wrapped up the bulk of their findings, Strider came over to the group and with rapid precision, redressed the wound. He lifted Frodo and carried him back to Nianna’s horse and as he placed Frodo astride Fir Gael, he spoke to Nianna, “[Stay with the hobbits. I will send horses for you.”]
Nianna who had followed closely behind, grabbed Strider’s arm lightly, [“I will take him. I am the swifter rider.”]
He turned and stared intently at the she-elf, [“The road is very dangerous.”]
[“If I get across the river, the power of the elves will protect him.”], Nianna returned Strider’s intense look with one of her own, [“I do not fear them.”]
Strider simply nodded and held Frodo still as Nianna mounted Fir Gael behind the bundled hobbit. Sam approached them with the wrapped bundle of herbs and a water skin. He said nothing as he handed these items to Strider who fastened them Fir Gael’s saddle.
Nianna looked at him and then glanced at the other two hobbits that also stood nearby. She smiled calmly at them attempting to calm their fears, but before she could speak, she was distracted by Strider’s next words, “Ride hard. Don’t look back!”
She nodded her ascent and staring keenly at the path before her, began a three-day flight in order to save her new friend.
*****
Nianna was able to stay ahead of the Ring Wraiths for most of the journey. She only stopped briefly during the next two days, in order for Fir Gael to have a brief respite from the galloping pace. During that time, she would change Frodo’s bandage and attempt to give the ill hobbit some food and water. At most, Frodo was only able to drink some water to sooth his parch throat, but remained too disoriented to actually eat anything Nianna tried to give him.
The skin around the wound had turned white, like the snow seen topping the Misty Mountains. Dark navy lines, that showed where the poison had traveled into the hobbit, only offset the pastiness of Frodo’s skin. His breathing had become harsh and wheezing. His insipid face displayed a mixture of dirt and sweat that Nianna strived to wash off unsuccessfully; it seemed as if the mixture of the two had stained the ashen skin.
Nianna was most worried during the brief periods that Frodo would actually open his eyes. Thertlirtling bright blue that previously had shown ranges of emotion now contained a glassy look in which the hobbit no longer saw the outside world, but a hellish existence that awaited him in his own mind. The beautiful cerulean of his eyes seemed to gradually drain away until only the blackness of his contracted pupil, and the pitch-black outer rim of the iris, contrasted against the milky background.
Nianna always spoke gently to him in elven, giving Frodo a brief respite from the pain and darkness. And whenever the darkness closed in and caused him to shake uncontrollably, Nianna’s voice would always guide him back to the light and infuse him with a little more strength to keep the darkness at bay.
Nianna simply prayed. She prayed to the Valar that they would spare the poor hobbit’s life and prevent his soul from entering into the shadows. He didn’t deserve such a fate but instead deserved to have remained in his little home, drinking, eating and laughing with his three dearest friends.
During the times where her voice was drowned out by the Ring Wraiscrescreeches that echoed all around them, signaling the worst was beginning to occur, she would gather the little hobbit close to her and simple begin to entreat the Valar, [“What grace is given to me, let it pass to him. Let him be spared. Save him.”]
This seemed to help and give the hobbit the will power and strength to continue his fight, to stay in the icalical realm. Nianna bundled Frodo securely and moved him back atop Fir Gael. With the Nazgul attempting to locate them, she would set off again in the hopes of reaching safety and aid for Frodo.
AN: Sorry it took so long for me to update. Real life sometimes keeps me really busy lol.
I know I will probably get flamed for not bringing in Arwen or Glorfindel into this but they both will be showing up in the next chapter.
I also didn't expect it to take over 10 chapters for them to reach Rivendell and even more for the "BIG" reunion. No worries, Nianna will finally get to Rivendell in the next chapter but as for the "BIG" reunion...ummm, well, you'll just have to wait and see.
A BIG BIG THANK YOU to ElfMaiden25, who continues to do such an awesome job on being the beta on this story. An amazing beta as well as an amazing author, so be sure to check out her stories at Mystifying Dreams ( www.mystifyingdreams.com ... if you are reading this at ff.net, the link can be found on my author page).
Also, a BIG THANK YOU for all the reviewers. I'm sorry I didn't keep track this time of everyone who reviewed, please forgive me and know that I appreciate each and every one. I'll try to keep better notes for the next chapters. THANK YOU AGAIN.
Liz
As Nianna drew closer and closer to the tower, shrieks from the Dark Nine would break the otherwise silent grassland. Occasionally, one of the frightening screams would be answered by a sharp coldness that would race up Nianna’s arm. She only grimaced at the pain but the urgency of her flight to reach the hobbits overcame the pain.
As the tower magically appeared into view, a strange disturbance filled her mind. She absently remembered the same feeling from the Prancing Pony, prior to the arrival of Frodo and Strider into the hobbits room. The presence quickly disappeared clearing her mind.
She looked to the top of the tower that was still a great distance from her position and noticed a bright light from a fire flare in the night sky. She continued to run at a fast pace but noticed one by one nine dark figures, one of them set aflame, fleeing the tower into the inky blackness away from it and her path. However, she never slowed her stride and as she reached the foot of the tower, she dropped the water bags. By her peripheral vision, she noticed that both Fir Gael and the ponymed med unharmed. She ascended the stairs, taking them two or three steps at a time. She feared that one of the hobbits might have been injured by one of the Wraiths, but hoped that Strider had arrived in time to avoid such a tragedy.
As she crested onto the manmade plateau, she paused quickly glancing around to take a quick look at its occupants. Across from her, Nianna saw three of the hobbits and Strider huddled over a fourth hobbit. One of her worst fear realized, she swiftly walked over to the small group. As she realized that the fourth hobbit was Frodo, she overheard Strider say, “He’s been stabbed by a Morgul blade.”
She looked down on the small group and watched as the human pulled a dagger from the hobbit’s shoulder. A gasp was heard as the entire blade dissolved in the wind.
She kneeled beside him as he said, “This is beyond my skill to heal. He needs Elvish medicine. Nianna, do you have anything that may help.”
Nianna carefully moved Frodo’s tunic away from the wound and for the first time saw the injury inflicted on the hobbit. The skin around the gaping hole had turned an unnatural white and the veins surrounding it had turned a startling blue. As she watched, the blue became slightly darker as the poison began to be absorbed into his little body.
“I am not a healer, but I do have some Athelas in my bags that may slow the poison down.” she rushed.
Without replying, Strider placed Frodo gently over his shoulder and following Nianna, descended the stairs with the hobbits following closely behind both of them.
Bill and Fir Gael were waiting patiently near the back of the tower. As Strider placed Frodo onto the ground gently, Nianna ran to her saddlebags and retrieved her small bag of herbs. Taking out the Athelas, she placed it in her mouth. She strode back over to the group huddled around Frodo. Chewing and moistening the herb to a thick paste, she moved between the hobbits and knelt at Frodo’s side.
Strider held back Frodo’s tunic, as Nianna lathered the now pasty substance onto the wound. Using one of her knives, she ripped the sleeve of her tunic from the elbow down and used it to wrap the shoulder, in order to keep the paste from remoistening, and sealing it to the wound.
“That is the last of my supply. We will have to find more soon.” she said, the worn hen her voice evident.
gul gul cries could still be heard in the distant.
“The Riders are regrouping. We must hurry away from here. I know a place not far, where we may gather more of the herb. Then we will continue on to Rivendell. The healers there will be able to do more for him,” said the Ranger.
Strider gently raised Frodo from the ground and placed him astride Fir Gael. As he kept the unconscious hobbit upright, Nianna followed and grabbed another hobbit. Pippin let out a slight yelp as he was unexpectedly lifted behind Frodo.
“Help Frodo stay on the saddle, Pippin.” Nianna said quickly as she walked to Fir Gael’s head and took hold of his reins.
As Strider raced up the stairs to gather the rest of their supplies, Sam and Merry went to Bill and loaded the water skins that had previously been left unattended. Strider quickly returned and loaded the rest of their possessions.
Taking the lead once again, he set a fast pace as the rest followed.
Sam worriedly said, “We are six days from Rivendell. He’ll never make it!”
Nianna glanced back as she heard Frodo whisper Mithrandir’s name. She turned back to Sam, who was walking beside Fir Gael, rested one of his hands on Frodo’s leg, while the other hand held Bill’s reins.
“We will make it, Sam. Frodo is counting on us to do so,” she said. She looked up at the wounded hobbit and whispered, “Hold on, Frodo.”
His reply was a desperate cry that seemed strangled from his rapidly breathing lungs, “GANDALF!”
*****
The group moved swiftly in the night and soon reached a dark forest. Strider led them to a small clearing as the rest of the group looked around at the strange stone creatures that encompassed theariearing. Strider walked over to Fir Gael and removed Frodo from the horse’s back.
Sam walked over to where Strider had placed the injured hobbit and crouched down to his friend. He placed a hand on his friend’s uninjured shoulder, and with false enthusiasm said, “Look Frodo, Mr. Bilbo’s trolls!” Sam received no response from his friend, “ Mr. Frodo?”
Sam glanced over at Strider, who was removing the make shift bandage. Strider pushed aside Frodo’s tunic to take a closer look at the wound.
“He’s going cold,” the hobbit said, near tears.
Absently, Strider replied, “He’s passing into the shadow world. He will soon become a wraith like them.”
Sam’s eyes widened with this news. Nianna stood behind the hobbit and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder; her eyes never left Strider as he examined the wound once more.
As if they were eavesdropping, a Nazgul cry swept through the forest. Frodo gasps as the sound reached his ears.
Merry and Pippin stood huddled together in the middle of the clearing. They looked into the dark recesses of the trees, watching for the danger. Merry worriedly said, “They’re close.”
riderider turned toward the hobbit that stood nearby, “Sam, do you know the Athelas plant?”
Sam shook his head slightly, “Athela
Strider quickly replied, “Kingsfoil.”
Sam’s eyes lit up with understanding, “Kingsfoil. Aye, that’s a weed.”
Strider looked intently into Sam’s eyes, “Find as much as you can.” He looked up at Nianna, “Stay here with Frodo, I’ll go with Sam to find some more.”
Nianna nodded and took Strider’s position as he and Sam disappeared into the surrounding forest.
She stroked the sweat soaked hair of the little hobbit, feeling the heat that radiated from his body. She heard Merry and Pippin slowly approach behind her.
She turned slightly toward the two that were huddled together. She smiled gently at them, attempting to alleviate some of the worry they felt for their friend, “He’ll make it. He…” Before she could finish, Frodo’s tiny body began to shake violently.
Nianna turned back towards Frodo and gently wrapped her arms around him, holding him still while caressing his sweat-drenched brow. She began to sing her lullaby softly to the trembling hobbit in her arms. The tune was gentle, in hope that the little hobbit would fight against the darkness sweeping through his mind and body, and come back to the light.
Tintila, tintila, tithen elen,
Manen inye intyale ya lle nar.
Am or i ardhon sie taur,
Ve khemir ned i menel.
Tintila, tintila, tithen elen,
Manen inye intyale ya lle nar!
Ir i urya anor na wanwa,
Ir e kai sila am,
San lle tana lya tithen calad,
Tintila, tintila, pan i daw.
Tintila, tintila, tithen elen,
Manen inye intyale ya lle nar!
As Frodo’s convulsing body began to still, Merry and Pippin knelt on the ground near by. They watched as the previous mask of pain slowly release its hold and Frodo’s face turned to one of calm. Nianna continued to sing soothingly as they waited for the return of their companion
N
No more than an hour passed when Strider and Sam returned with their precious medicine. As Sam wrapped up the bulk of their findings, Strider came over to the group and with rapid precision, redressed the wound. He lifted Frodo and carried him back to Nianna’s horse and as he placed Frodo astride Fir Gael, he spoke to Nianna, “[Stay with the hobbits. I will send horses for you.”]
Nianna who had followed closely behind, grabbed Strider’s arm lightly, [“I will take him. I am the swifter rider.”]
He turned and stared intently at the she-elf, [“The road is very dangerous.”]
[“If I get across the river, the power of the elves will protect him.”], Nianna returned Strider’s intense look with one of her own, [“I do not fear them.”]
Strider simply nodded and held Frodo still as Nianna mounted Fir Gael behind the bundled hobbit. Sam approached them with the wrapped bundle of herbs and a water skin. He said nothing as he handed these items to Strider who fastened them Fir Gael’s saddle.
Nianna looked at him and then glanced at the other two hobbits that also stood nearby. She smiled calmly at them attempting to calm their fears, but before she could speak, she was distracted by Strider’s next words, “Ride hard. Don’t look back!”
She nodded her ascent and staring keenly at the path before her, began a three-day flight in order to save her new friend.
*****
Nianna was able to stay ahead of the Ring Wraiths for most of the journey. She only stopped briefly during the next two days, in order for Fir Gael to have a brief respite from the galloping pace. During that time, she would change Frodo’s bandage and attempt to give the ill hobbit some food and water. At most, Frodo was only able to drink some water to sooth his parch throat, but remained too disoriented to actually eat anything Nianna tried to give him.
The skin around the wound had turned white, like the snow seen topping the Misty Mountains. Dark navy lines, that showed where the poison had traveled into the hobbit, only offset the pastiness of Frodo’s skin. His breathing had become harsh and wheezing. His insipid face displayed a mixture of dirt and sweat that Nianna strived to wash off unsuccessfully; it seemed as if the mixture of the two had stained the ashen skin.
Nianna was most worried during the brief periods that Frodo would actually open his eyes. Thertlirtling bright blue that previously had shown ranges of emotion now contained a glassy look in which the hobbit no longer saw the outside world, but a hellish existence that awaited him in his own mind. The beautiful cerulean of his eyes seemed to gradually drain away until only the blackness of his contracted pupil, and the pitch-black outer rim of the iris, contrasted against the milky background.
Nianna always spoke gently to him in elven, giving Frodo a brief respite from the pain and darkness. And whenever the darkness closed in and caused him to shake uncontrollably, Nianna’s voice would always guide him back to the light and infuse him with a little more strength to keep the darkness at bay.
Nianna simply prayed. She prayed to the Valar that they would spare the poor hobbit’s life and prevent his soul from entering into the shadows. He didn’t deserve such a fate but instead deserved to have remained in his little home, drinking, eating and laughing with his three dearest friends.
During the times where her voice was drowned out by the Ring Wraiscrescreeches that echoed all around them, signaling the worst was beginning to occur, she would gather the little hobbit close to her and simple begin to entreat the Valar, [“What grace is given to me, let it pass to him. Let him be spared. Save him.”]
This seemed to help and give the hobbit the will power and strength to continue his fight, to stay in the icalical realm. Nianna bundled Frodo securely and moved him back atop Fir Gael. With the Nazgul attempting to locate them, she would set off again in the hopes of reaching safety and aid for Frodo.
AN: Sorry it took so long for me to update. Real life sometimes keeps me really busy lol.
I know I will probably get flamed for not bringing in Arwen or Glorfindel into this but they both will be showing up in the next chapter.
I also didn't expect it to take over 10 chapters for them to reach Rivendell and even more for the "BIG" reunion. No worries, Nianna will finally get to Rivendell in the next chapter but as for the "BIG" reunion...ummm, well, you'll just have to wait and see.
A BIG BIG THANK YOU to ElfMaiden25, who continues to do such an awesome job on being the beta on this story. An amazing beta as well as an amazing author, so be sure to check out her stories at Mystifying Dreams ( www.mystifyingdreams.com ... if you are reading this at ff.net, the link can be found on my author page).
Also, a BIG THANK YOU for all the reviewers. I'm sorry I didn't keep track this time of everyone who reviewed, please forgive me and know that I appreciate each and every one. I'll try to keep better notes for the next chapters. THANK YOU AGAIN.
Liz