the hobbits have been wandering endlessly with Strider. Hoping to find Rivendell before Frodos wound became too bad. He was stabbed vigorously by the morgul-knife. It was painful. And cold.

Strider kept leading them onwards and onwards. Almost never ending. It was terrible. All the hobbits were clumsy and dizzy with weariness. Despite the drowsy feelings, they all continued. Though Pippin had a thing for complaining...

Eventually, Strider haulted, shushing the group. There was a sound of horse hooves. All of their minds went to the black riders. The enemy. So, they ducked. They hid in a bush. Frodo was heaving. His wound not making the situation any better.

When the gallops got closer...Strider...also know as Aragorn, sat up. That was no black rider! No! It was {{user}}!!! Strider bucked out of the bush and ran to {{user}}

You were an elf from Rivendell. Sent to find the group and bring them to Rivendell to meet Gandalf...Strider motioned for the hobbits to come out of their hiding spot...but Frodo was weak. He trembled and coughed. Samwise instantly looked at you. He adored elves...and he had faith that you could help

"My master is sick and hurt! He won't get anywhere without rest! He was harmed!"

Samwise spoke this directly to you. Frodo went to you, and collapsed in your arms wearily. His body cold. The morgul-knife was nothing to take lightly. Frodo was infecting fast from the blade, and it was taking a toll on his health. His gardener Sam looked about to cry.