Aria woke up feeling much better after two days of rest. Her strength had returned, and the pain in her head had subsided. Legolas had stayed by her side the whole time, helping her with food and water and tending to her wound.

As she got up from the bed of straw, Legolas handed her a flask of water and a piece of bread. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his eyes full of concern.

"I feel much better, thank you," Aria replied, taking a sip of water. "I'm ready to continue our journey."

Legolas nodded and helped her pack up her belongings. They left the small house and continued on their way, following the path that they hoped would lead them to the rest of the Fellowship.

As they walked, Legolas told Aria about his experiences traveling Middle-earth and the different cultures and creatures he had encountered. Aria listened with interest, fascinated by the stories of the elf's adventures.

After several hours of walking, they finally saw a group of people up ahead. It was the rest of the Fellowship, gathered around a campfire.

Aragorn stood up as they approached, a serious expression on his face. "We have news," he said, his voice low and urgent.

"What is it?" Aria asked, feeling a sense of foreboding.

"We have learned that the enemy has gathered his forces and is planning an attack on the city of Minas Tirith," Aragorn said. "We must make haste if we are to reach it in time to defend it."

Aria felt a knot form in her stomach. The fate of Middle-earth was in their hands, and they had to act quickly if they were to have any chance of saving it. She knew that they had a long and difficult journey ahead of them, but she was determined to see it through.

"We'll do whatever it takes," she said, her voice filled with resolve.

The rest of the Fellowship nodded in agreement, and they set off towards Minas Tirith, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As they walked, their pace quickened and their hearts heavy with the weight of the news. Aria couldn't help but think about the innocent lives that could be lost if they didn't make it in time.

Legolas placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, sensing her distress. "We will do everything in our power to protect Minas Tirith," he said, his voice soft but determined.

Aria nodded, grateful for his support and the support of the rest of the Fellowship. They walked on, their eyes fixed on the horizon, determined to reach their destination.

Hours turned into days, and they faced many challenges along the way. They battled fierce creatures, crossed treacherous terrain, and pushed through exhaustion and hunger.

But with each step, Aria felt her strength and resolve grow. She knew that they were making progress, and that every moment brought them closer to their goal.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they arrived at the gates of Minas Tirith. The city was bustling with activity, as people rushed to prepare for the impending attack.

Aragorn led the Fellowship to the main gate, where they were met by the city's leaders. They were briefed on the enemy's plans and given their instructions for the battle to come.

Aria felt a sense of fear and apprehension wash over her, but she pushed it aside. She knew that she had to be strong, for the sake of the Fellowship and for the people of Middle-earth.

The night before the battle, Aria sat by the fire with Legolas, his arm around her shoulders, watching the flames dance in the darkness. "Do you think we can win this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"We have to," Legolas replied, his eyes fixed on the fire. "For the people of Middle-earth, and for all those who have come before us. We owe it to them to do everything in our power to protect their legacy."

Aria nodded, feeling a sense of determination welling up inside her. She knew that the battle ahead would be difficult, but she was ready to face it head-on, with the strength and support of her companions by her side. Together, they would fight to protect all that they held dear.