Night had finally fallen and EveningStar still ran ahead at full gallop but stopped abruptly once Lothaelin screamed, a massive pain started in her left shoulder before it quickly spread throughout her entire body. Lothaelin fell off EveningStar and held her left shoulder with her right hand. "Go Sila, find Arwen...anyone..." EveningStar recognized her Elvish name at once and knew that this was an emergency. He reared and neighed before running as quick as he could towards Rivendell.

The light seemed to lift up; at first her vision was blurry but became clearer after she blinked a few times at the small figure that was curled up beside her body. Another figure was sitting beside her bed. Bilbo Baggins held onto her hand as her vision cleared.

"You're a determined young one." Bilbo gave her hand a light squeeze.
"Hullo! Nice to see you again, Lothaelin." He smiled brightly, his curly hair had become white; his face showed definite signs of aging, and his grip wasn't like it used to be.

Lothaelin closed her eyes; she felt something in her heart, her soul. A bright light flashed before her eyes, she saw the Ringwraiths running beside her, the larger (leader) of them reached out to her and she reached out to them; but someone behind yelled "No Frodo!" The voice was very familiar. The bright light faded, she was back in the room again listening to Bilbo's light chatter of his new book, and adventures before he rested in Rivendell.

"I was able to see the Mountains, again!" He exclaimed joyfully, his blue eyes sparkling at the mention of the longed journey towards the mountains before he left Bag End. Bilbo laughed heartily as he remembered his adventure with Smaug The Dragon in the Gray Mountains that had guarded a fortune.

"Ah, Frodo loved that story when I returned-" At the mention of Frodo's name Lothaelin bolted up in bed, the thing that was curled up beside her body raised its head in alarm.
"Easy, easy now." Bilbo tried to get her to lie back down, unsuccessfully. She stared at the wall that before her, she could feel something wasn't right, something was terribly wrong.

There was a sharp pain in her left shoulder, it wasn't as noticeable as the dark feeling she had crawling throughout her body, almost seeping through her bones.
A new feeling suddenly surged throughout her body, almost as if something had been lifted or taken away, like her soul. For a moment she stared at the wall blankly trying to figure out what was going on; then she realized.

"NO!" She screamed as loud as she could, tears streamed down her face; she wrapped her arms around herself as trying to hold onto it.
"Frodo, No! You must come back!" Her eyes grew wide with fear,
"FRODO!" She screamed again, her sobbing nearly choked her as she called out Frodo's name. Bilbo wrapped his arms around the Elven maiden, trying to soothe her and calm her down. The small thing beside her sat in her lap and whined, pawing gently at her chest. Lothaelin buried her face in Bilbo's chest, crying of pain and sorrow.

Lothaelin gently pushed Bilbo away, knocking the poor little thing off her lap rolling into Bilbo's arms. She threw the silky silver sheets back and ran out the door onto the balcony, racing down the stone steps and past the gate. She didn't stop until she reached the Ford; there she collapsed. Arwen was leading Asfaloth with a body wrapped in a green cloak; at once Lothaelin knew who it was. Her heart felt as though it had shattered into a million pieces and would never be whole.

Elrond raced towards them on his horse, he carried Frodo into Rivendell while Arwen and Lothaelin shared a horse. Elrond rushed into the room across from Lothaelin's, he set Frodo down and ordered some Elves to bring him some medicine from his cabinet. When they arrived, he immediately began to work on healing Frodo, Arwen stood at the door with her hands resting on Lothaelin's shoulders.
"Lothaelin, come." Elrond motioned her, she walked towards the bed and listened to Elrond speak. She nodded and sat down beside Frodo, she held his hand in hers and began to chant in the Elven language.

"I am surprised to hear that you watched over the hobbits until they reached Rivendell." He started gently. Lothaelin looked up at him but did not answer right away.
"I followed them until Bree, during the night I left early to make sure that the Nazgūl were not anywhere near Weathertop. But I was attacked, I arrived in Rivendell on the eighteenth as I am told."
Gandalf nodded solemnly.

"I see that you are well, I can only hope that Frodo will wake up soon." Lothaelin smiled.
"Indeed.” Lothaelin stood up and led Gandalf to the Hall of Fire where they continued to talk. Gandalf explained to her why he did not meet them in Bree like he had planned, and what had happened afterward. Lothaelin explained what happened during the seventeen years that she had watched over Frodo and what had happened to the hobbits on their way to Bree.
"The others will arrive soon, I expect." Gandalf told her at nightfall.
Lothaelin nodded her head in agreement. She left Gandalf in the Hall of Fire as soon as Elrond entered to talk to him. Lothaelin went back into her room to figure out what the thing curled up beside her was.

A little black thing was curled up on her bed beside her bag. She cautiously approached it and started to run her hand over it's soft fur. The little black thing looked up at her then put its head back down before falling asleep. Lothaelin smiled at the furry little thing, she wondered how a wolf pup got over the Misty Mountains and found his way into Rivendell. She grabbed her bag and took out her parchment so that she could write.

October 18th, 3018

Sam and Frodo made it safely to Bree, encountering Merry and Pippin along the way. Black Riders were everywhere at night, one had almost been successful at capturing Frodo but he made it onto the dock on time. I had led the Wraiths past Bree so that they would not go to Bree first.

Strider was waiting in Bree like Gandalf had told me, what we did not expect was that Frodo would disappear in front of everyone, it had been an accident of course. I had stayed in the hobbits room for they were in Striders room and I was not to reveal myself unless needed (which it was before Frodo reached the Brandywine River).

The Wraiths did break into Bree and they came into the hobbits room thinking that they were in the room. They left Bree in search of the Ring and soon after I left Bree as well to find Weather top. The hobbits and Strider arrived at Weather top as I am told, for Frodo had been stabbed by a Morgul blade, the pain I also felt after my side had been slashed by the Morgul sword. The Wraiths had trapped me and wanted to me join Sauron...after the pain that I felt from Frodo's wound, I blacked out and EveningStar ran to find someone from Rivendell.
I do not know who came to get me, nor do I know how this wolf pup ended up in Rivendell...

The others should arrive soon, I would very much like to speak with Strider for Elrond has summoned a secret council to which I am invited, yet I do not chose to show myself in front of the hobbits (just a feeling that lurks within me). I will show myself, depending on the outcome of the council. For I do not know what the Council is about.

I do know that a man from Gondor is supposed to arrive, as well as Elves from Mirkwood (I do hope that Legolas is one of them for I have not seen him in a long time), and I believe Gimli son of Gloin shall be amongst the Dwarves. Though, Elves and Dwarves do not have a friendly history...some may get along, hopefully the lot of Dwarves and Elves from Mirkwood will get along.

I do feel that the council has to do with the Ring that Frodo possesses, although I do not know what is to be done with it. Mithrandir has not told me much about this Ring, but I do know that Sauron forged it. And that is how he managed to steal my mother. This Ring has brought long life to whoever possesses it, almost like the Elves immortality but not quite close. For it is pure evil. I shall attend the Council of Elrond, which shall take place on the Twenty Fifth as I am told. I do believe that most of whom are attending are males...I must ask Elrond if this is true.

Frodo seems to be doing well, though it is too soon to judge. I do hope that he wakes up soon and that I do not have to go through the pain of losing him once again. I do not know what has become of me, for I feel what Frodo is going through at times. I do not know why I feel the need to continue to watch over him even after seventeen years, is it because I have grown accustomed to watching over him? Or is it for some other reason that I cannot tell? I shall ask Arwen before Strider and the others arrive. I must prepare the hobbits rooms first, and check on Frodo once again.