Arwen
Arwen meets the fellowship und rides with Frodo to Rivendell
- Gandalf is still imprisoned on top of Isengard, which is now barren, with deep holes in the ground where Orcs mine and forge weapons and armor. A moth flutters by, and Gandalf catches it, speaks to it, and lets it go. Saruman oversees his latest project - a new type of creature is being bred in pits of mud. One awakens, and immediately kills the Orc tending it. Saruman seems pleased.
Aragorn carries Frodo, they stop at the three stone trolls.
- Sam:
- Mr. Frodo? He's going cold!
- Merry:
- Is he going to die?
- Aragorn:
- He is passing into the shadow world. Soon he will become a wraith like them.
- Nazgûl:
- shriek
- Merry:
- They're close!
- Aragorn:
- Sam, do you know the Athelas plant?
- Sam:
- Athelas?
- Aragorn:
- Kingsfoil.
- Sam:
- Kingsfoil? Aye, it's a weed.
- Aragorn:
- It may help to slow the poison.
- Sam and Aragorn search for plant, Aragorn finds it.
- Arwen:
- What's this? A Ranger caught off his guard?
Frodo, Im Arwen. Telin le thaed. Lasto beth nîn, tolo dan nan galad.
- Merry:
- Who is she?
- Sam:
- She's an elf!
- Arwen:
- He's fading. He's not going to last. We have to get him to my father.
Aragorn:
- chews up some of the Kingsfoil and presses it into the wound
- Arwen:
- I've been looking for you for two days. There are five wraiths behind you. Where the other four are I do not know.
- Aragorn:
- (lifts Frodo onto Arwen's horse) Dartho guin Berian. Rych le ad tolthaton.
- Arwen:
- Hon mabathon. Rochon ellint im.
- Aragorn:
- Andelu i ven.
- Arwen:
- Frodo fîr. Ae athradon i hir, tûr gwaith nî beriatha hon. I do not fear them. (gets on her horse, behind Frodo)
- Aragorn:
- Be iest lin. Arwen. Ride hard and don't look back.
- Arwen:
- Noro lim Asfaloth, noro lim!
- Sam:
- What are you doing? Those wraiths are still out there!
- Arwen and Frodo ride, chased by some Ringwraiths.
- Arwen:
- No! Frodo, you must not! Noro lim Asfaloth!
- They reach the river, Arwen stops partway across
- Nazgûl:
- Give up the halfling, she-elf!
- Arwen:
- (draws her sword) If you want him, come and claim him!
- Riders:
- start to cross the river
- Arwen:
- Nin o Chithaeglir, lasto beth daer. Rimmo nin Bruinen, dan in Ulaer.
- A flood of water washes down the riverbed, led by white horse-shapes. Wraiths are washed away. Frodo is losing his battle. Arwen gets off her horse, lays him on the ground.
- Arwen:
- No, Frodo! Don't give in! Not now!
Let what grace is given me be passed to him. Let him be spared. Save him.
- Elrond:
- Lasto beth nîn, tolo dan nan galad.
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