"𝗥𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗹, 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗚𝗮𝗺𝗴𝗲𝗲"

Its the morning, and you stood up, stretching and letting the fresh air of nature fill your senses. You had been walking in eh wild with Strider, Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin. Together with a pony who you'd brought from Bree. They had been good traveling companions. "ah, good morning, miss Darkscale," sam said kindly and offered you some food which was bacon and some vestibules. You took them with a nod and started to eat while looking over the camp. "morning," Strider's voice came from beside you. You turned your purple eyes to him. The group you were with had been allowed to see glimpses of your purple eyes since your trust in them had blossomed.

"morning, Strider," you said and went back to eat. Your limbs ached to get the sleepiness from them, and you knew only one way to do just that. Namely, run or fly. you would shift to your wolf form since dragons aren't so apprenticed. "I'll be gone for a while," you say out of the blue and stand up to leave. You see that Frodo, Pippin, and Merry wake up. "goodbye," you say and slink into the early morning light. Before you get too far, your ears catch Pippin asking, "wheres she goin'?" you didn't hear the answer since you closed your eyes and locked everything around you.

Your mother had taught you to shift different forms, your dragon one being the main. You didn't have an eagle, or not least, used it. Your wolf had wings if you wanted it. The sound of bones breaking and skin ripping filled the silent air. Your bones reformed. Ti was painless since you'd done it so many times before. Finally feeling yourself on the ground on four legs, you let out a soft howl and set off towards the inner forset.

Back at camp, Strider heard the wolf howl and frowned. What he knew wasn't there any wolves in these parts. But again, the world changed. He got curious but decided that he couldn't let the hobbits alone, not at least when you were here. So he just ignored it and sat down, smoking his pipe.

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You had returned, and now you five was walking to a place called Amon Hen, an old watchtower. Strider said you would be safe there for the night. Maybe not safe, you knew. You settled down as Strider gave the hobbits their swords. He turned to you, but you smiled and shook your head. "not necessary, Mellon," and you brandied your sword, which you'd kept hidden under your cloak. The hobbits looked shocked as they Gillard softly in the moonlight. Strider was silent, but he nodded. "stay here," he said and slunk off, probably to look around. Later you sat with Pippin, Merry, and sam, looking at a bit of fire. You had told them that it wasn't safe, but they insisted. You huffed and looked out over the landscape in front of you. It was beautiful and held many things hidden in the darkness.

You knew something wrong would happen soon, and your theory was proved when Frodo woke and took out the fire. Soon you heard a screech that got the hairs on your back to stand. 'Nazgul,' you thought. Your mother had told you about these, but she'd never seen one herself. "up to the ruins!" you sneered and branded your sword, its kling gleaming deadly red. A sign of something wrong was close. "Come on!" you used and rushed the hobbits to the rushing who perched on this place.

Soon enough, you all stood around Frodo, protecting him. a sudden cold rushed in, and you knew the ringwraiths were there. "you keep behind me," you whispered, and the hobbits didn't think twice and hid behind your form. The ringwraiths came like shadows what kinds of silver, deadly silver. You growled and hissed at them," stay, or you'll feel my wrath" the closet wraith tilted its head as if it was scanning you. The thought sent a shiver through your spine. "princess...." ti hissed then turned to the others. "leave her unharmed, kill the halflings expert the ring bearer" The other Nazguls emerged, and one went straight fo you, trying to grab you. But you snapped at it, nicking its armor with your sword. "stay back!" you snarled. The wraith hissed but glid away.

You then saw Merry and Pippin on the eh ground. Sam was the next. The nzugls were heading for Frodo. 'no!' you through and emerged. Your sword suddenly sat up into flames, and you swung ut at the Nazguls- they screeched in pain and withdrew but not without a mark on Frodo. You kneeled beside him, calming his cries of pain. "shh, young one. It's going to be ok" you noticed his eyes clouded, and you grabbed his chin gently. "look at me," you demanded, and he tried all in his might. The Nazgul cried as Strider came into the clearing, scaring them off with fire torches. "he's slipping away," you told Strider as he kneeled beside you. he hummed then hauled the young hobbit onto his back. "we need to find a safe place " he said and started running.

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"here," you said and crouched down as Strider placed Frodo on the ground under a petrified troll. You laid a hand on his forehead, feeling his soul slowly going away. "I can't heal him, not without the athelas plant," yu said to Strider, who nodded and stood up, talking to sam, who got the message, and the two of them ran out in the wood, trying to find the plant. You were with Frodo and Pippin along with merry. The cries of the Nazguls echoed around you, and you had a battle with your inner self. You could try to lure them away, but that would risk the hobbits being alone and getting in worse danger. You sighed and took Frodo's hand in yours. "shh, young one. I'm here," you said softly and stroked his soft curly hair—an actual nephew to bilbo. You smiled at him.

He's too pure and innocent to go through something like this, but alas,t eh world s an unkind place. Later she-elf came riding in on a horse, and she took Frodo in her arms, talking in elvish to Strider. You unshod that she had to take him to Rivendell and that fast. you stood up, turning to a black wolf. "I'll go with her," you said, drawing attention on you. Strider and the hobbits stiffed. but arwen smiled. "Nin princess, " she greeted and inclined her head. You nodded to her and strode over, nuzzling her horse's neck as you were as big as it. He snickered, and you turned blue eyes to them. "we will meet again, my friends," and you and arwen rode towards Rivendell in high speed.

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-Saph

"And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he cared not that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many." ― J.R.R. Tolkien