Chapter 15 - Lost in Middle-Earth
They galloped along just after
the last of the Nazgul disappeared. Elijah tried to manage the pain, but
not being the "strong, determined hobbit named Frodo" everyone thought he
was, only his willpower made him stronger. A couple days down the road, he
lay in a glade with the others, barely living, when he heard the quiet canter
of an elven horse. He regained strength knowing that Liv, someone he knew
and trusted would lead him to safety. A jingle of bells on the rein confirmed
it, yes, Strider's beloved Arwen Evenstar was here to rescue him. Two feet
in boots hopped from the pure white horse and strode over to them. Viggo
smiled, "Good day."
"Good day to you also, my lord."
Elijah leapt up. He wasn't expecting a male voice. Slowly, he turned
around. There, standing before him, was a long, golden-haired elf smiling
a very masculine smile.
"Way-wait, you're not Arwen!"
The elf threw back his head and laughed. "Of course I am not." He smiled.
"The very thought! I'm Glorfindel and I reside in the house of Elrond Half-elven
"Don't listen to Master Frodo, Glorfindel." Sean spoke up. "He's a bit delirious."
"Delirious? Why?" Glorfindel smiled again as if life was some gigantic game.
Viggo launched into the story of Weathertop and how the Nazgul attacked them.
Glorfindel's happy face became distraught. "Then you must come with me
at once, my young halfling." He said.
"No. No." Elijah grimaced. His shoulder hurt again. "I won't leave my friends."
"You should, master." The worried Sam in Sean said. "What if you become
Elijah smiled. "Good old Sam, always looking out for me." He said. "I shall
go. Let me get a few supplies." The others loaded one-fifth of their supplies
onto Asfaloth (come now, you couldn't forget the steed's name), and soon
the elf and the hobbit were off. The others disappeared as little black specks.
The two befriended each other and talked much on the road. One day, Glorfindel
became quiet. Maybe it was the pine needle coated ground, but Asfaloth's
trot also seemed softer. Elijah grimly remembered the answer to the quietness.
A darkness settled on the bright day. Nine pairs of clomping hooves sounded
Lij looked. Just the sight made his wound freeze again. "Noro lim, noro lim,
Asfaloth!" Glorfindel cried. The Riders approached very closely. But the
wonderful steed ran further ahead. Elijah was blind from the terror. He felt
cool water, and knew they were at the Ford. Glorfindel set Elijah on the
bank. Elijah breathed a sigh of relief, and then everything went black.