(Track 04-Flight To The Ford)
"Frodo....Frodo...Frodo..." I gasped. Merry and Pippin were sitting next to me, trying to comfort me. "Frodo...Frodo...Frodo..." I repeated. "Shhh." Merry soothed. "Is she going to be alright, Merry?" Asked Pippin, who leaned over his shoulder, watching me suffer. "I don't know, Pippin. I don't know." "But, you said she was going to be alright! You lied to me!" "Pippin, I had know idea that this was going to happen. You should get some rest. You look awfully tired." "I don't want to rest! I want Brianna! I just want to hold her...one last time....before she passes." The young hobbit sniffled. Pippin shuffled closer to me. "Don't leave me. I love you. I love you. Please, don't leave me." He said, as he stroked my hair back with the palm of his hand. Merry placed a hand on his shoulder, telling him that he should give me some space. "I'm not leaving her!" Pippin snapped at him. "Fine then. Have it your way, Pip." Said Merry, in a frustrated tone.
"I wanted to tell you...that...I loved you. Pippin confessed to me. I couldn't understand what he was trying to tell me because I my ears were ringing uncontrollably. "Ahh!!!" I groaned.
"Shh, don't worry. It's me, Pippin. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not going to hurt you. Shh." The young hobbit reached for my hand and held it close to his heart. He leaned forward and kissed me gently the lips. "This will probably be the first and last kiss that I will ever get to give Brianna." Pippin thought.
Frodo, on the other hand, grew very sick and the life was being sucked out of him. He let out a loud screech that sounded almost like the Ringwraiths. His eyes were a pale blue. Sam was sitting beside him, wiping the sweat from his forehead and was trying to calm him down. "Mr. Frodo, it's me! It's your Sam!" He said cheerfully. "It's Sam!" Frodo let out another loud screech and he gasped for air. "Ms. Brianna is over there! Don't you remember? Your beautiful adoptive daughter? Don't you remember her?" Frodo shook his head. He couldn't remember a thing. His life flashed before his eyes. Sam gazed over at me, watching me struggle. Then, he looked back at Frodo with tearful eyes. "How can you not remember her? You loved her." He whispered. Frodo pointed his finger at me and whimpered in pain. "Yes, that's your little lamb. Your little lamb."
Frodo whimpered even more, his black lips quivered, and tears flowed out of his pale blue eyes like a waterfall. "Your little lamb." Sam repeated in his master's ear.
"What's going to happen to them? Are they going to die?" Pippin had asked Strider. The ranger looked down on me and stroked my cheek. "They are passing to the shadow realm. They will become like them." Several loud screeches were heard in the forest. Frodo and I screeched as well. "You have to help them!" Reminded Sam, who could bear to see the both of us suffer. "Sam, do you know what the Athelas plant is?" Strider asked the fearful hobbit. "Athelas?" "Kingsfoil." "Kingsfoil, that's a weed!" "Sam, will you help me search for it?" "Of course, Mr. Strider, sir."
After the two came back with the Athelas, Strider boiled it in some hot water and smeared it over the wound that was underneath Frodo's shoulder and he smeared some of the herb on the wound on my abdomen. "This should heal them." Strider told the hobbits.
I saw a bright light up ahead and a woman with long black hair, clad in a white dress approached Frodo.

"Frodo." She whispered to him. Who was she?