"Who is she?" Pippin asked curiously, staring in awe at the angelic woman. "She's an elf." Muttered Sam. Strider seemed to have recognized her, like she was a distant friend of his. But, how could an elf and a ranger get along so well. He told her about how Frodo and I were both stabbed by Ringwraiths and that we needed aid. Arwen quickly examined Frodo and then she took a closer look at my wound. "They are fading!" She said. "They are not going to last. We must get them to my father. I've been looking for you for two days."
Strider lifted Frodo from the ground and sat him on the saddle of Arwen's horse. "What about her?!" Cried Sam. "You can't just leave her!" He pointed to me. Strider and Arwen whispered to each other for a brief moment and answered back. "She'll have to stay with us." Replied Strider. "Are you crazy?! She'll die out here!" "I have an old friend that might be able to help. He should be arriving at any moment."
There was another bright light coming from up ahead. Another elf, who was riding a tall, white horse, was clad in white and had long, flowing blonde hair. "His name is Glorfindell."
Strider greeted the elf and bowed to him. "Where is the child?" Glorfindell asked the ranger. Strider led him to me and told him who I was. When he told the elf that I was Frodo's adoptive daughter, he was surprised. "A halfling took a mortal child into his own? This is queer news. I will help you, Aragorn and make sure that she arrives in Rivendell where she will be healed by our lord Elrond." Strider and Glorfindell had lifted me off of the ground and set me down on the horse. Frodo and Arwen had vanished. I could not believe it. He was gone.
"I wish you all safe travels." The elf bid the group goodbye and we rode off into the forest.

Everything...
Everything was a blur....
I saw...Frodo with Arwen at the edge of the Ford.
He...He was...Gone..He was Fading.
So Was I.
Glorfindell....Glorfindell....was gone.
I was fading.
I
I
I saw a bright light....