Frodo's heart pounded in rythm with the thundering of the horses' hooves. He sat in front of Glorfindel who had his arm wrapped protectively around him. Elrohir rode on their right, holding onto and unconcious Merry. On their left was Elladan who had Legolas' back leaning against his chest. Frodo couldn't help looking back and forth between them, both had played a part in saving him and the others from the Nazgul. What struck him was that he hadn't even met Legolas, yet he had been willing to give his life in order to keep him safe. All of them were willing to die for me. The thought sent a chill down his spine. What if Merry died because of this? What if Sam and Pippin were killed too? And even though he barely knew them, he didn't want the other four to die either. A shriek pierced the air and Frodo stiffened on the horse's back. Glorfindel looked over his shoulder and narrowed his eyes. "There are five coming after us!" he alerted the twins, "One of their horses is wounded but it will not slow the others down, we must hurry!"

The twins nodded and urges their mounts to go faster. Frodo gripped the sides of the horse, fearful that he would fall off as the animal gained speed. "Noro lim Asfaloth! Noro lim!" Glorfindel commanded. Frodo risked a glance behind him and saw the Black Riders closing in. The Ring seemed to grow heavier and he forced himself to look away. A scream on his left caused him to whip his head to the side. Merry was writhing in pain on the horse, Elrohir was doing his best to keep him from falling off. Frodo stared horrified at his cousin. His skin and eyes were pale, ghostlike. Glorfindel spurred his horse onward, he and Frodo were in front with Elladan and Elrohir on either side. Riding alongside the twins were two of the Nazgul, and behind them rode two more, there was nowhere for them to run but forward. "Noro Lim!" Glorfindel shouted, his eyes blazing with white fire as he glared at the Nazgul. One of the wraiths was closing in on Elladan, the elf pushed his horse and was trying desperately to get away from it. The Nazgul reached out its hand towards Legolas who remained oblivious to the world around him. A voice came from the wraith, dark and full of malice. "Give up halfling, or they die." The Nazgul hissed.
Frodo's eyes widened in terror. Merry continued to writh in pain and Elladan was desperately trying to keep Legolas out of the Nazgul's clutches. "Àva quetë!" Glorfindel shouted and the Nazgul recoiled with a shriek.

He urged his horse onward, driving him harder than before. Elrohir's eyes were filled with fear as he looked down at Merry, the hobbit's writhing had stopped, but the screams of pain hadn't. And now Legolas was showing signs of movement. His body trembled and sweat drenched his brow.
"Daro..." he moaned. "Glorfindel?" Elladan called worriedly. "Keep riding!" Glorfindel commanded, "We are almost to the ford and when we cross do not stop until you reach Rivendell!"
Legolas' moans became louder. "Daro, saes daro."
"Glorfindel!"
Elrohir's frantic voice turned Frodo's attention back to Merry, his cousin's eyes were wide open in pain. He was screaming even louder, and Elrohir was struggling to keep a hold on him. "Keep going!" Was all Glorfindel said.
They will die.
The voice caught Frodo off guard. The Nazgul had caught up with them again, time was running out. "Man cerig?!" Legolas shouted, his eyes remained closed as he trembled and shook. He lashed out and his hand nearly caught Elladan on the side of his face. "Ego! Leithio nin!" The elf was screaming now, his voice strained as he fought to get free himself from Elladan's grasp. "Av-osto Legolas." Elladan said calmly, despite the immediate damger they were all in. Yet the elf would not heed his words and continued to scream. "Leithio nin! Saes leithio nin!"
Frodo could see tears falling from his closed his eyes and could feel his heart breaking as Merry's cries of pain mixed with Legolas' desperate screams. "The fords!" Glorfindel shouted. Frodo could have fell off the horse in relief as they neared the river, but his joy quickly vanished as the Nazgul closed in.

Strangely, the wraiths slowed their mounts as they neared the water. The three elves drove their horses through the water and across to the other side. Instead of following the twins Glorfindel turned back around to face the Nazgul. As ordered Elladan and Elrohir rode on, the cries and screams of Merry and Legolas faded in the distance. Frodo turned his attention on the four Nazgul that sat mounted on their horses in the middle of the river. "Give us the halfling." They demanded. Frodo, now angered at what the wraiths had done to Merry, lifted his voice and boldly called out, "You shall have neither the ring or me!"
The Nazgul shrieked and began to move forward. Glorfindel began to chant in elvish, his strong voice echoed in the air around them. "Nîn o Chithlaeglir
lasto beth daer; Rimmo nîn Bruinen dan in Ulaer!"
To Frodo it seemed as though another voice answered him. Suddenly a loud roaring filled his ears, and he watched in bewilderment as a massive wave rolled and thundered towards the Ringwraiths. The water appeared to take the shapes of white horses, the Nazgul shrieked and tried to ride out of the way but it was too late. The water crashed into them and they disappeared from sight. Glorfindel turned his horse from the river and they rode away from the river and towards the safety of Rivendell.

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Elvish

Noro lim: Run fast

Àva quetë: Be silent

Daro: Stop

Saes: Please

Man cerig: What are you doing?

Ego: Go away

Leithio nin: Release me

Av-osto: Don't be afraid