AUTHOR"S NOTE: And heres the mammoth of a chapter! Awwh yahh! XD The picture is Medlinya's twin swords...(Picture not owned by me).. Pretty epic sword if I say so myself (^~^) enjoy my lovlies!!

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~Chapter Two~

The Journey to Rivendell

The next day Strider lead the company of four hobbits and two elf women into the Chetwood Forest just north of Bree. Merry, Pippin, Frodo, and Gwiliweth marched along close to Strider ahead into the gloomy overgrown forest while Sam followed behind leading "Bill" a scrawny pony, who is burdened with supplies. Medlinya traveled along beside Sam to keep him company as well as safe from any foul creatures who may attack.

"Where are you taking us?" Frodo questioned.

"Into the wild..." Strider answered simply.

Medlinya observed Frodo watch Strider uneasily as the man moves off into the cover of trees along with Gwiliweth close behind. Merry joins Frodo at his side. "How do, we know this Strider is a friend of Gandalf; let alone these women?" Merry whispered aside to Frodo.

"We have no choice then to trust them." The hobbit answered. Medlinya pretended not to listen as she strolled by the hobbits.

Sam came up behind holding the reins of the pony. "But where is he leading us?"

Strider stops in his tracks and casts a glance back at them. "To Rivendell, Master Gamgee... to the house of Elrond."

Sam smiled brightly and peered back to the pony with excitement. "Did you heard that, Bill? Rivendell! we're going to see the Elves!"

Medlinya smiled at Sam and patted his shoulder softly. The hobbit startlingly gazes up at her and catches her smile. He smiles back and the company continued on following Strider through the gloom of the forest.

The elf gazed down at Sam along the way through the forest. 'Why are you excited to see the Elves, Master Gamgee?'

The hobbit jumped in fright and stared up at Medlinya. "H-h-how did you do that?" he asked timorously.

She quickly raised her finger to her mouth to shush him and pointed to his mind. 'Only decently powerful elves can communicate to other races besides their own kind like this. I'm dreadfully sorry to have startled you.' Medlinya apologized sincerely.

'Ah, no no it's alright, Lady Magaga. I'm just not used to someone else talking in my head.' Sam responded uneasily.

Medlinya sighed at the name. 'My name isn't Magaga, Master Gamgee. It's a fake name just how Strider is. Please call me Medlinya. But only through your mind. My name is well known in the world and not in the good way.'

Sam eyed her suspiciously. 'Did you join with that Dark Lord? Or kill someone?'

Medlinya laughed in her mind, knowing that Sam could hear her. 'No. I did no such things. I have injured people, but not on purpose. I would never kill another being unless they are Orcs, Goblins, or any being that sparks danger or threat to people close to me.'

The hobbit absently nodded his head in understatement. 'Why do you never talk or take off your cloak?'

'I haven't been in the outside world in 2,870 years. A thousand of those years, I had Gwiliweth with me. This is a first time being outside of the Old Forest.' Medlinya spoke honestly.

Sam's face seemed suddenly surprised. 'The Old Forest? That forest hates strangers, how could you live among the woods for that long?'

'The forest wanted me there and it protected me willingly for a reason I'm sure you'll find out in time. But don't worry, it's nothing bad or to fret about. I am a friend. You can trust me as I trust you with my real name.' She expressed with pure honest. Her wise sapphire blue eyes met his loyal cornflower blue ones as Medlinya smiled genuinely at him. 'Now tell me about your excitement about seeing the Elves.'

The trip through the remaining parts of Cretwood Forest were full of praise and inquiry about Elves, curiously questioned by Sam and openly answered by Medlinya. The company had reached Midgewater Moors barely 20 miles covered from Bree to this point of their journey. Strider continued to lead them across the windswept moors. The hobbits suddenly stop and began to unstrap their knapsacks.

"Gentlemen, we do not stop until nightfall." Strider announced.

"What about breakfast?" Pippin asked with look of pure innocence.

"You've already had it." Strider replied.

"We've had one, yes... but what about Second Breakfast?"

Strider stares at Pippin blankly, then turns away, shaking his head. Gwiliweth smiled at the naive hobbit and giggles as she follows after Strider. Medlinya once again noticing a weird gleam in the red-headed Elf, she began to worry for her friend.

Merry glanced back to Pippin. "I don't think he knows Second Breakfast, Pip."

The news came as a shock to Pippin. "What about Elvenses, Luncheon, Afternoon Tea, dinner... supper! He knows about them, doesn't he?"

"I wouldn't count on it." Merry uttered lowly.

An apple is thrown to Merry, who sharply catches it. Another, aimed at Pippin, catches him on the forehead. Pippin naively searches in the sky wondering where that apple came from.

"Pippin!" Merry called after exasperatedly. Quickly, Pippin followed after Merry and the rest.

Medlinya grinned and almost burst out laughing after seeing the innocence of Pippin. For such a serious and grave journey, she was grateful that someone of the company was keeping some light, even if not meaning to. The hobbits trudge on through the unpredictable moors as rain pelted down. Medlinya saw how tired, hungry, and miserable the hobbits looked. With Sam at her side, she patted his shoulder comfortingly as they continued their march to Rivendell.

An hour later of maneuvering through a rugged countryside of the Midgewater Moors, Strider stops before a distant hill, topped by an Ancient Ruin. "This was once the great Watchtower of Amon Sul. We shall rest here tonight." Strider stated before continuing on the march towards the ruins.

It was dusk by the time they reached the hill and climbed halfway up Weathertop. The hobbits collapse into a small pit, all muddy and exhausted.

Medlinya was studying the hobbits' condition when Strider drops four small swords at the hobbits' feet. "They are for you. Keep them close. Gwiliweth and I going to have a look around. Stay here." Strider notified the small hobbits calmly.

Medlinya watched Gwiliweth and Strider descended down the path of Weathertop until her elf eyes couldn't see their figure no longer. Her awareness turned to the land on which they came from, her eyes scoured the forest-line in the distance. Something bad is going to happen. She could anticipate that. Although, she thought to herself as she gazed around and up to the ruins above. Although the terrible event is going to take place up there. She felt the need to go up there to investigate.

Her eyes located Sam who was speaking to Merry as Frodo was sleeping against the hobbit. 'I'm going to investigate up in the ruins. Yell for me if anything troubles you, Master Gamgee.'

The hobbit met her gaze immediately and nodded. Medlinya bowed her head and began to ascend up Weathertop with out a word.

Behind her she could hear the panicked voice of Pippin. "Where is she going?!"

"Up to the ruins, Pip." Merry answered calmly. Sam nodded in agreement towards Merry and watched the purple cloak of the mysterious she-elf disappear up the path.

Medlinya quietly walked along the weather-beaten path. Her quiet, swift elf feet never making a sound despite the vast amount of eroded debris of the once majestic, gleaming stone path. Yes, she had been here before. This very structure was her own rest spot 2,870 years ago with Gandalf, heading to the Old Forest. The watchtower was still the white stoned, essential tower it once was to the elf venturing through the past. As she reached the summit, her eyes were met with what was left of it. The weathered stone above her what would be the entrance was still an arched as a wall in the corner. The ground of the base still was tiled with some grass beginning to crumble the stone away. The arches of the eroding walls skirted around. The rising moon revealed a destroyed tower physically, but deep in the stone lived the essence of what the watchtower still was.

The she-elf spotted a high perch on one of the walls. She approached the wall and placed a hand against the stone. Medlinya felt that the stone was still strong. Agilely she climbed the wall effortlessly. Once the elf reached the perch on the wall about forty feet above the ground of the top of Weathertop. From her perch, she had an amazing 360 degree surveillance spot and there she sat until dusk turned into the deep of night.

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The moon glowed onto the Ruins of Amon Sul with it's streams of pale, shimmery light as Medlinya continued to monitor the lands surrounding the tower. A biting wind gusted by the elf making her aware of the sudden coldness. Her eyes traveled down to the land below and observed the ominous fog settled to the ground. The fog troubled her a bit. The hour was late, perhaps even just past midnight and there was no sign of Gwiliweth nor Strider. The wind again breezed by carrying a familiar smell. Why is a fire burning?! She thought, panicking a bit.

This time the wind carried a similar panicked voice. "Put it out, you fools! Put it out!"

Instantly recognizing the voice, she stood up on her perch on the wall. Frodo!?

A sudden shriek echoed throughout the land. Medlinya's heart dropped as she witnessed not four but five Ringwraiths on foot, running towards the steep slope unnaturally fast.

'MEDLINYA!', Sam screamed in his thoughts. Immediately, the elf jumped off the wall down with her twin elvish swords in her hands and landed simply onto her two feet.

As she turned to the entrance, the hobbits were racing to the top of the hill frightened behind measure. The hobbits joined her in front of her, back to back to in the center of the ruin, waiting for the Ringwraiths to come. One by one, the Ringwraiths appear from the darkness of the night. The wraiths flourished their glinting swords as they inched closer and closer towards the hobbits and Medlinya.

Her eyes size up the wraiths as she assumes en garde poisition. When her eyes spot the wraith in the middle, she instantly recognized him. "The Witch-king," she muttered under her breath. The Witch-king, once a Great King of Old, was leading the rest of the old cursed kings of men with vengeful rage.

"Back, you devils!" Sam hollered. The hobbit bravely rushes forward with a cry and swings his sword at the Witch King, who blocks the blow with his own sword. The contact shattered Sam's sword.

Before Medlinya could stop the Witch King, he lashes out on Sam with a fist, sending Sam flying. Medlinya growled annoyed and charges forward as Merry and Pippin throw themselves to the ground frightened. With a flick of her wrists, her swords shone brightly as she thrusts towards the Witch King. Immediately, he caught her blow but her special sword did not shatter.

"Lle naa haran e' nausalle." Medlinya snarled distastefully. [You are a king in your imagination]

Another wraith in retaliation tried to swing their sword at Medlinya but quickly she feigns and viciously thrusts back at her opponents. CLANG! Her focus was on the Witch-King but she couldn't reach him now that two wraiths began to keep her occupied. Both wraiths swung their dark swords toward the elf. quickly the elf ducks and rolls away causing the wraiths to clash into each other. Turning heavily around towards her opponents, her boots grind into the dirt for traction. Once the metallic clanging of the evil swords clashed, the dark wraiths screeched in anger. Medlinya dove back into the fight between the two wraiths with flourishes of her swords, breathing heavily from the intensity. A gush of wind of as the wraith's blade narrowly missed her face. Getting annoyed by the wraiths relentless assaults, she flicks her wrist again this time the swords blazed into fire. The two Nazgul screeched again at the sight of the fire. In mid swing, one of the ring wraiths got a flaming torch to the face. Her eyes flickered over to see Gwiliweth and Strider wielding a torch in one hand and their weapon in the other.

The pain filled scream echoed followed by a horrified voice of Sam. "Frodo!"

Medlinya turned her eyes to Frodo laying against a pillar in the middle of the ruin with a blade sunk into his shoulder. Anger furled in her very being for her friend was injured. Her eyes caught the sight of the Witch-King heading towards the slope of Weathertop and started to run towards it. "Yallume!" Medlinya snarled wrathfully. [At last!]

The anger-driven she-elf launched herself into the air, her swords consumed in a golden red brilliance of an inferno. In mid air, she sweeps the sword horizontally sending a burning blazing fireball soaring through the air like a comet; Striking the Witch-King in the back immediately combusting into flames, leaving it shrieking in anger and pain

A few feet behind the Witch-King, Medlinya landed on the ground on her two feet easily and stormed onward to finish what she started. "Calea ie 'lle!", Medlinya snarled savagely. [Have at thee!]

When the dark creature turned around to defend himself, Medlinya lashed another fire wave at it, making it scream more. The wraith stumbled back to the edge of the slope. Medlinya again thwacked her sword again, this time a strong gush of wind propelled the Witch-King of the edge.

A victorious grin formed from her pink lips as she watched her component plunge down to the ground below. Her thoughts turned to her injured companion. Frodo. Without hesitation, Medlinya sprinted over to the moaning little hobbit with Strider and Sam already at his side. Swiftly she slid her swords back to her sides as she approached the company.

"Help him, Strider!" Sam pleaded with his eyes full of fear.

"He's been stabbed by a Morgul blade." Strider replied as the Morgul Bade melts in Strider's hands, vanishing into air like smoke. The ranger throws the hilt down in disgust. Medlinya joined the side of Strider and studied Frodo's wound.

'Strider, Myself nor Gwiliweth won't be able to heal such a thing. Not in this maximally of darkness involved. I'm not familiar with Morgul Blades.' Medlinya sadly admitted to the ranger.

"Do something." Sam begged desperately.

"This is beyond my skill to heal." Strider replied urgently. "He needs Elvish medicine." Strider lifts Frodo onto his shoulder.

The company followed after Strider down the path of Weathertop and headed east along the chain of the Weatherhills. Strider jogged quickly with an diseased Frodo on his back. Gwiliweth and Medlinya had no problem keeping up with hasty man and were jogging beside Strider. The rest of the company, the hobbits, had to run to keep up, each were carrying a flaming torch for protection from the Ringwraiths.

"Hurry!" Strider pressed towards the hobbits.

"We are six days from Rivendell!" Sam hollered.

Strider's grip on Frodo tightened, "Hold on, Frodo." he whispered gently.

"He'll never make it!" Sam continued to holler.

"Gandalf... Gandalf?!" Frodo feverishly bagan to call out.

The company continued to run until they reached a clearing of Trollshaw Forest. Gently, Strider laid Frodo down on the mossy grass. Medlinya observed the little hobbit quietly.

Noticing that he wasn't on Strider anymore, his eyes flickered open, showing a clouded, red-rimmed orbs. Medlinya's shock of what has become of the hobbit's condition overwhelmed her, causing a gasp to be made.

"Is he going to die?" Pippin questioned, tears welling up in his sad eyes.

Frodo's breathing became shallower as Strider looks out into the darkness. "No. he is passing into the shadow world, he will soon become a wraith like them."

A distant cry of a Ringwraith carries through the thick, cold air.

"They're close." Merry nervously voiced out. Frodo gasps in sudden pain, heaving his chest to get a breath of air. Gwiliweth set a hand on his head, worriedly.

"Sam, do you know the Athelas plant?" Strider asked thinking hard to find a way to help Frodo.

Sam looks blank. "Athelas?"

"Kingsfoil." Strider added quickly.

"Kingsfoil. Aye. It's a weed."

"It may help to slow the poison. Hurry!" Strider coaxed Sam.

Medlinya watched as the two disappear into the forest for the weed. Gwiliweth begun to stroke Frodo's hair repeatedly trying to do anything to soothe the pain. Merry and Pippin look on to their sickly friend in sorrow as Sam joins with a similar expression when he came up empty handed with no Kingsfoil.

A pair of hooves thundered against the forest floor. Medlinya gazed up from watching Frodo to see a young Elven woman approaching the company on her steed.

"Who is she?" Pippin whispered.

"Frodo?" she murmured worriedly as she halts.

Sam was in complete awe. "She's an elf."

The woman quickly dismounted her horse and dashed to Frodo's side, quickly kneeling beside. Her hair was tousled from riding, as her riding clothes were mud splattered and ruined. Her pale hands cupped Frodo's face. "He's fading... he's not going to last. We must get him to my father. "

Strider quickly lifts Frodo and places him on the horse upright. The stranger woman right beside Strider. "I have been looking for you for two days." the young Elven woman replied.

"Where are you taking him?" the confused Pippin asked.

Ignoring the question, the woman continued. "There are five Wraiths behind you, where the other four are, I do not know."

"Dartho guin Berian... rych le ad tolthathon." Strider repiled in elvish. [Stay with the hobbits... I'll send horses for you.]

Fiercely, the woman grabbed the reins of the horse. "Hon mabathon. Rochoh ellint im." she pointed out. [I'll take him. I'm the faster rider.]

Strider looked at the elven woman worriedly. "Andelu I ven." [The road is too dangerous.]

"Frodo Fir. Ae anthradon I hir, tur gwaith nin beriatha hon." she remarked. [if I can cross the river, the power of my people can protect him.]

"What are they saying?" Pippin inquired looking between Strider and the Elven woman.

The elf woman reaches for Strider's hand and squeezes it, looking deep into his eyes. " I do not fear them."

The moment that their hands touched, Gwiliweth winced, the gleam in her silver eyes brightening. Her self-moving hand covered over her heart to try to recover, her confused eyes gazed down to her chest. It felt like a sword, slowly piercing through her smooth, pale skin.. Deeper and deeper to the pumping muscle inside. Numbness filled her as she stared at Strider and the beautiful stranger. 'What is going on?', she quietly questioned her sanity.

Medlinya not noticing the strange behavior of her friend was distracted with the two in front of her. Strider hesitates not wanting to let the Elf woman go. She must be very important, Medlinya thought as she strides up beside the two. "Amin nauva auta yassen he, manka lle merna" the elf offer. [I will go with her, if you wish.]

The young Elf woman's soft Caribbean eyes sought out the lavender cloaked figure than to Strider. His eyes were also on Medlinya, studying her.

'Strider, you saw what I can do earlier right? I can protect her and Frodo. I want to lift the burden of worry off you.'

Silence followed after as he stared Medlinya with a blank expression. Gwiliweth whistled loudly to the forest. Everyone gazed back questioning her actions except for Medlinya. A few seconds later, a whinny of a horse in the distance echoed.

Escaping the forest, a beautiful light grey mare strode towards Medlinya. "She may use my horse, Eruanna. Who has been a loyal companion to both myself and my friend for many years," Gwiliweth spoke out loudly and clearly.

Medlinya's and the unknown elf woman's eyes fixed on Strider. He steps back with a slow nod. Immediately, both women mounted their own horse.

"Arwen. Ride hard, don't look back." Strider insisted.

Arwen looks down at Strider as she supports Frodo with one hand. "Noro Lim, Asfaloth, Noro Lim!" [Go ahead, Asfaloth, Go ahead]

"What are you doing!? Those Wraiths are still out there!" Sam protested.

"Yah!", Medlinya patted Eruanna's side.

Asfaloth, Arwen's horse, and Eruanna spring off simultaneously into the night, leaving behind the rest of the company. The horses swiftly galloped through the Trollshaw Forest as trees slid by and the moonlight flickered through the trees. The two elven women silently continued on side by side heading eastward without no delay.

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The sun was rising as Arwens's white horse and Medlinya's grey horse emerged from the Forest of Trollshaw and galloping across the open land of Ettenmoors. The horses charge through a pine forest. Suddenly, two galloping Ringwraiths emerge from the trees behind the horses. Medlinya glanced around and saw two more Ringwraiths sliding in from different directions to join the chase. Both elven women urge their horses to gain more speed.

Both horses speed out of the pine trees, still behind them the four Ringwraiths follow in pursuit. Two more Ringwraiths gallop down the hillside to their right while the final three Wraiths enter from different directions. Both horses began to pant from the outburst of energy.

"Noro lim, Asfaloth!" The elven woman encouraged her tired horse.

Medlinya gazed back to the nine Ringwraiths pursuing the them. Medlinya quickly whisked her wrist downward. A series of spikes of earth sprung from the ground right in front of Ringwraiths, causing them to suddenly stop and maneuver, buying time for Arwen and Medlinya.

The two horses rushed down a dirt path carved on a cliff to the wide river of Bruinen just below. Without hesitation, the white horse leaped into the shallow water and thunder across the Ford, followed by Eruanna carrying Medlinya. The nine Ringwraiths pull up short of the Ford, nervous of the water. Both horses reach the other side of the river to face the Wraiths from across the Ford.

"Give up the Halfling, she-elf!" The raspy voice of the Witch-King demanded.

Arwen drew her curved Elvish sword. "If you want him, come and claim him." the young elf yelled over to the Witch-King. Medlinya held up her hand steadily at the Wraiths, ready for anything.

The Witch-King screeches angrily, drawing his sword and leads the Ringwraiths across the Ford. The water flowing faster, a distant rumble can be heard. Medlinya glances over to Arwen then back to the Wraiths. The young elf beside Medlinya waited until the Wraiths were halfway across; her eyes look to the water of the Bruinen.

"Non o Chithaeglir, lasto Beth daer: Rimmo nin Briunene Dan in Ulaer." Arwen closed her eyes tightly as her voice got louder and louder, "Non o Chithaeglir, lasto Beth daer: Rimmo nin Briunene Dan in Ulaer"

The ground suddenly trembles and mighty roar fills the air. Around the bend of the river, a vast torrent of water flooding down the river towards the Ford as if a dam had been broken. The foaming water seemed to form the shape of galloping white horses with foamy manes. The Ringwraiths scream in terror as they are swallowed up into the water. Their piercing cries are drowned into the roaring of the river as they get swept away.

Medlinya's ears picked up a thud. Medlinya glanced over to see Frodo had lost consciousness and had fallen off the horse. "No, no... Frodo, no!" Arwen's voice shrieked as she quickly dismounted Asfaloth. "Frodo, don't give in... not now!" Medlinya followed in pursuit and got down off Eruanna and knelt beside Frodo.

Arwen gathered the small hobbit into her arms, feeling his life slipping away. "What grace is given me, let it pass to him. Let him be spared. Save him." the elf whispered softly.

Medlinya gazed up at Arwen, amazed by the younger she-elf in front of her. "Rivendell isn't too far off. Let us ride." Medlinya stated calmly. Not looking for any response, Medlinya hopped onto Eruanna and watched Arwen mount Asfaloth.

The two horses sprung off again hastily towards the east toward Rivendell. Medlinya watched interested, as they rounded the corner down a set path, there stood the beautiful Elvish outpost she only read about in books she kept back in the Old Forest. The grand estate built on the edge of a narrow gorge of the river of Bruinen, but well hidden from moorlands and hill lands of the Hithaegir and the Misty Mountains. Medlinya couldn't pick the right words to describe just how breathtaking Rivendell really was.

As Arwen lead Medlinya across the stone bridge and under a arch of trees above her, Medlinya turned her attention to Frodo. Elves that live at the outpost watched curiously as the two horses dashed by towards the House of Elrond. The hooves of the horses met stone as they strode closer to the grand house. Asfaloth slowed down when they reached a grassy courtyard, as Eruanna followed in pursuit.

An elven man with long dark hair and blue eyes strode out from the open room into the courtyard. "Arwen, quickly hand him over." he ordered.

Arwen did as she was told and Frodo was passed off to the elven man. Immediately, the dark haired man carried Frodo off into the House of Elrond. The two women took the time to relax after such a journey. Medlinya closed her eyes, resting her head against Eruanna's mane.

When she opened her eyes, she was met with the soft blue eyes of Arwen. "Diola lle, mellonamin." she blessed thoughtfully. [Thank you, my friend.]

Medlinya bowed her head respectfully. "Seasamin, Arwenamin." she replied sweetly and dismounted Eruanna. [My pleasure, My Lady]

Arwen continued to look at Medlinya with a hint of curiousty, "Mani naa essa en lle?" Medlinya turned quietly under Arwen's peaceful gaze. [What is your name].

"Amin essa naa Medlinya." the cautious elf answered, carefully studying Arwen's expression. [My name is Medlinya.]

To Medlinya's surprise, Arwen smiled brightly. "I have been waiting to meet you, Lady Medlinya. My father recently had a vision of you coming to Rivendell."

"Your father is a Elear? A visionary?" Medlinya questioned with an unseen eyebrow rising.

Arwen smiled brighter and bowed her head. "Please come. I'm sure you need some rest from your travels."

Rest. The word Medlinya had been waiting to hear for the past week. "My heart sings to hear the word rest." Medlinya expressed wearily, Arwen laughed as she guided Medlinya into the House of Elrond.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: That took me forevvverrrr to write. (o.o) my hands are cramping up. Only for you guys! <3 Only for you guys I will drive myself to type! ONWARD I SHALL!!