Filius' POV

We left at first light and are heading for the wild. Strider leading the way. "Where are you taking us?" Frodo asks him.

"Into the wild" he answers.

"Don't worry Frodo, mum told me all about the wild and how to survive it" I assure my cousin. As Merry, Pippin and Sam talk amongst themselves. "So where are we going?" I ask Strider.

"To Rivendell, Master Gamgee. To the House of Elrond" he answers.

"Did you hear that? Rivendell! We're going to see the Elves!" Sam says excitedly. We continue on until the others stop. I groan in annoyance as I look back at them with Strider.

"Gentlemen, we do not stop 'till nightfall" he tells them.

"What about breakfast?" Pippin asks.

"We've already had it" Strider tells him.

"He means second breakfast, it's a hobbit thing" I tell him sheepishly. He nods in understand and sets off again. Tossing the others each an apple. Handing me one. "Thanks" I say. We slowly make ourr way through increasingly rough country. It becomes darker and the forest gives way to flat marshland. All go up to our knees in the sludgy mire.

We got through it though and set up camp for the night. The Moon rises as the hobbits fall asleep. Strider keeps watch by the fire. I smoke my pipe.

"Tinúviel elvanui,
Elleth alfirin ethelhael
O hon ring finnil fuinui
A renc gelebrin thiliol" he sings softly. (Translation: Tinúviel the elven-fair, Immortal maiden elven-wise, About him cast her night-dark hair, And arms like silver glimmering ).

"Who is she? This woman you sing of?" I ask curious.

"'Tis the Lay of Lúthien. The Elf-maiden who gave her love to Beren, a mortal" he tells me.

"What happened to her?" I ask him.

"She died" he answers soberly as he looks away. "Get some sleep, Filius" he tells me. I nod my head putting out my pipe. I go lay beside Frodo and soon fall into a light sleep.

(Next day)

It was another long day of walking. We had left the marshland behind and are now crossing rough rocky country. Strider stops and looks at the ruins atop a tall hill. "This was the great watchtower of Amon Sûl. We shall rest here tonight" he tells us.

We continue on for it. The other four weary from the long travel, fling off their packs and settle down in an overhang near the hill's summit. Strider opens a bundle, revealing four short swords. He hands them to the others. "These are for you. Keep them close. I'm going to have a look around. Stay here" he tells them. "Filius with me" he says.

I agree reluctantly. Besides the others know how to fight a little. Well Frodo and Pippin do. "So how much farther?" I ask him.

"Six days, three if we travel at night" he answers. I nod my head. I notice smoke.

"Those idiots" I say and take off running for the hill. Strider follow me. As we passed the campsite Strider grabbed a flaming branch. We find the others at the top surrendered by ring wraith. One standing over Frodo. "Get away from my cousin!" I roar and ram him away. I stand over Frodo wielding my axe. "You want him, you'll have to go through me" I sneer.

Strider and I managed to drive them away. "Strider! Filius!" Sam shouts. "Help him!" he shouts and I notice Frodo had been stabbed.

"No, Frodo!" I shout and rush to his side. "Mum and Bilbo are going to kill me" I state.

"He's been stabbed by a Morgul blade" Strider states.

"Can you heal him?" I ask him.

"This is beyond my skill to heal. He needs Elvish medicine" he states. Strider carries Frodo over his shoulder and proceeds to leave Amon Sûl.

"But you said we're six days away" I remind him as we all follow.

"He'll never make it" Sam adds.

"Gandalf" Frodo groans in pain.

"Hold on, Frodo" Strider tells him.

"Be strong cousin, you have to live" I tell him.

(Time skip)

It's been a couple of days and Frodo is getting worse. We have reached the spot of the three cave trolls mum and Bilbo had encountered. "Look, Mister Frodo! It's Mister Bilbo's and Miss Astrid's trolls!" Sam tells him.

"Which means we're nearly there" I tell him. As I touch his hand. "Oh no" I say and touch his forehead.  "He's going cold" I announce.

"Is he going to die?" Pippin asks.

"He's passing into the shadow world. He will soon become a wraith like them" Strider states.

"No, there has to be something we can do" I state. The Nazgûl cry is heard from a distance. Frodo cries out as if in answer to them. "Shush" I say gently.

"They're close" Merry states.

"Filius, Sam, do you know Athelas plant?" Strider asks us.

"Athelas?" Sam asks confused.

"You mean Kingsfoil?" I ask and Strider nods his head.

"The weed?" Sam asks me.

"It's no weed, it's a herb elves and dwarves use. It saved my uncles life sixty years ago" I tell him.

"It may help to slow the poison. Hurry!" Strider tells us. We fan out to search for the weed. However, I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings and a familiar axe appears at my through.

"What's this? A Shire protector caught off his guard?" mum asks teasingly.

"Mum!" I cheer and hug her tightly. "We have to find Kingsfoil, Frodo is very sick" I tell her.

"Lucky for you, I always carry some" she states holding up a pouch. I smile and lead her back. To see a she elf with Strider. "Use this, quickly" mum tells the she elf handing her the herb.

"Frodo.... Im Arwen. Telin le thaed" she says in elvish. (Translation: I am Arwen. I have come to help you). "Lasto beth nîn. Tolo dan na ngalad" she says. (Translation: Hear my voice. Come back to the light). As Strider applies the herb to Frodo's wound.

Some colour returns to Frodo's skin. ""He's not going to last. We must get him to my father" Arwen states. "We've been looking for you for two days" she states as Strider places Frodo on a horse. "There are five wraiths behind you. Where the other four are, I do not know" she explains.

"Dartho guin perian. Rych le ad tolthathon" Strider tells her in elvish. (Translation: Stay with the Hobbits. I will send horses back for you).

"Hon mabathon. Rochon ellint im" she tells him. (Translation: I'm the faster rider. I'll take him).

"Andelu i ven" Strider tells her. (Translation: the road is too dangerous).

"Guys he doesn't have time for you to argue!" mum snaps.

"What are they saying?" Pippin asks me.

"No idea" I tell him.

"Frodo fîr. Ae athradon i hir, tur gwaith nin beriatha hon" Arwen tells Strider. (Translation: Frodo's dying. If I can get across the river, the power of my people will protect him). "I do not fear them" she says in the common tongue.

"Be iest lîn" Strider tells her. (Translation: as you wish). Their hands clasp tenderly. Arwen mounts her horse, with Frodo seated in front of her. "Arwen, ride hard. Don't look back!" he tells her. She nods her head.

"Noro lim, Asfaloth, noro lim!" she tells her horse. (Translation: Ride fast, Asfaloth, ride fast!) Asfaloth gallops away as Strider stares after them.

"Do you think they'll make it Miss Astrid?" Sam asks my mother.

"Arwen is a fast rider, I'm sure Frodo will be healed by the time we arrive" she says confidently. "Now you all look dead on your feet, off to bed" she states.

"But..." Pippin goes to protest.

"No arguments, bed now" she says firmly. They set up camp. "Thank you for protecting them" she tells Strider.

"It hasn't been easy" he tells her. "Your son is good with that axe of his" he states. Mum gives me a proud smile.

"How's Bilbo?" I ask.

"Old, nearly finished our book" she states. "Members of every race are on their way to Rivendell for a meeting. You'll finally get to meet some dwarves and I'll get to see an old friend" she says with a smile.

"Oh, who?" I ask curious.

"Gloin" she says.

"Really? I can't wait to meet him" I say excitedly. She chuckles. "I'm sorry Frodo got hurt" I tell her.

"It wasn't your fault my son" she assures me. "Now tell me about your adventure so far" she says. That's what I did until we fell asleep.

A/N

Gif above of Strider and Weathertop. Picture on the external link of the stone trolls.