Lord of the rings story

The Alternate

Summary:

What if Arwen joined the fellowship? How would her and Aragorn's relationship hold out? Would it take the pressure of travelling in close proximity?

I know a lot of people have written these kind of stories before but I would like to have a go at it.

Chapter One- The Race To Rivendell

"Faster Asoloth," she cried aloud as her hair whipped round her pale face that had been marred by a scratch from a nearby branch. She had hissed in pain as it shredded across her skin but she did not have time to tend to the wound. They were close behind and soon they would be upon her, she had to get him to safety, the future lay with the small being in her arms.

She could tell that he was slipping fast, if only he would hold on for just a few moments longer.

As Arwen glanced over her shoulder she caught sight of the wraiths, all nine of them surrounding her in a last charge to acquire the halfing that she held tightly to her.

"Faster Asoloth," she called again spurring the beast on, the white stallion managing to give her a burst of energy even though he was all but spent. It was enough however to keep them in front of the encroaching evil behind.

For a moment she wondered if it would be enough as when she surveyed them again they had somehow advanced so that they almost rode along side. Metallic hands outstretched to claim their prize.

But they would not get it, not why she could still fight them. It was not long now to they would reach the ford, there she would be able to handle herself against them, there the power from the elves, her people, would protect her.

As Asoloth made the descent down the stony hill with grace, kicking up a spray of the loose shingle, it was not as simple for the Black Riders behind them. Whose mounts seemed to stumble and almost topple down the ridge towards the water below.

Asoloth trotted through the water, his breath coming in thick laboured pants but as they rounded to look back on their pursuers, it was clear that the riders would not follow, it was if an invisible wall had been positioned in front of them.

"Give up the Halfling," the lead Ring wraith hissed at her.

Drawing her elven blade Hadafang from it's sheath, she raised it high into the air, she did not feel particularly strong at this point but the adrenaline was pumping through her veins.

"If you want him, come and claim him," she snarled back with venom. These monsters should know better than to step foot in her domain.

They began to move forward, gingerly at first but then with more momentum as they all began their charge. It was then that Arwen began to recite the elvish chant that would protect her.

The waters began to rise at a dramatic rate, the current shifting so that it was like an entity in itself. The sound of the water dragging the stony riverbed over itself was almost deafening.

The wraiths stopped, looking further up the river to a sight that they surely did not expect to see.

Several stallions came racing around the corner, yet they were not made from flesh and blood.

Towering walls of water crashing and spraying about, they flowed so fast that the Black Riders did not have time to retreat, they including their steeds were swept away down the river. Tumbling backward and forward, trying to fight against the mighty current.

It may have seemed that the danger was over, yet that was not the case.

The Halflings' coughing sound brought Arwen back to reality, for a moment she had forgotten about the emergency at hand.

"Frodo?" she asked, dismounting Asaloth and placing him down on the ground rocky ground in front of her. The sleeves of her riding jacket billowing in the breeze.

He was too far gone to recognise the sound of her voice, instead he trailed off into some dark place that she feared may have been his death.

Arwen held him close "What grace has given me, let it pass too him," she sobbed, but help was at hand.

From behind her in the brush their was sudden movement, Arwen feared that it may have been the wraiths returning and so she was relieved when she saw the familiar faces of her kind.

She had made it safely to Rivendell. She only hoped that her father would know what to do with the Hobbit and that he could still be saved.