<Back in the forest, the Hobbits and Strider rest beneath a gathering of huge stone trolls. Sam tries to keep Frodo conscious.>
<<Sam: Look, Mr Frodo! It's Mr. Bilbo's trolls!>>
<Frodo is becoming more delirious and weak. Strange sounds come from him, like the faint screeches of Wraiths. Sam feels Frodo's forehead.>
<<Sam: Mr. Frodo? <to Strider> He’s going cold!>>
<<Pippin: Is he going to die?>>
<<Strider: He’s passing into the shadow world. He will soon become a wraith like them.>>
<Frodo gasps. The Nazgûl cry is heard from a distance. Frodo cries out as if in answer to them.>
<<Merry: They’re close.>>
<<Strider: Sam, do you know Athelas plant?>>
<<Sam: Athelas?>>
<<Strider: Kingsfoil.>>
<<Sam: Kingsfoil - aye, it's a weed.>>
<<Strider: It may help to slow the poison. Hurry!>>
<They search for the plant in the nearby undergrowth. Strider finds a small patch and proceeds to collect it. Suddenly a sword is at his throat.>
<<Female voice: What’s this? A ranger caught off his guard?>>
<Frodo, lying on the ground, senses a white light nearing him. He turns towards it, and like a vision, sees a beautiful Elf-lady approaching on a white horse. She dismounts and comes close to him.>
<<Female: Frodo.... Im Arwen. Telin le thaed (I am Arwen. I have come to help you.)>>
Lasto beth nîn. Tolo dan na ngalad (Hear my voice. Come back to the light.)>>
<<Merry (in awe): Who is she?>>
<<Arwen: <kneels> Frodo!>>
<<Sam: She's an Elf.>>
<Strider chews a portion of the athelas and applies it to Frodo's wound. The Hobbit is sinking fast.>
<<Arwen (to Strider): He's fading!>>
<Frodo gasps.>
<<Arwen: He's not going to last. We must get him to my father. I’ve been looking for you for 2 days.>>
<<Merry: Where are you taking him?>>
<<Arwen: <gets up as Strider lifts Frodo up in his arms> There are 5 wraiths behind you. Where the other 4 are, I do not know.>>
<Strider mounts Frodo onto Arwen's horse.>
<<Strider: Dartho guin perian. Rych le ad tolthathon. (Stay with the Hobbits. I will send horses back for you.)>>
<<Arwen: Hon mabathon. Rochon ellint im. (I’m the faster rider. I’ll take him.)>>
<<Strider: Andelu i ven. (The road is too dangerous.)>>
<<Pippin: What are they saying?>>
<<Arwen: Frodo fîr. Ae athradon i hir, tur gwaith nin beriatha hon. (Frodo's dying. If I can get across the river, the power of my people will protect him.)>>
<<Arwen (reassuringly): I do not fear them.>>
<<Strider: Be iest lîn. (As you wish.)>>
<Their hands clasp tenderly. Arwen mounts her horse. Frodo is seated in front of her.>
<<Strider: Arwen, ride hard. Don’t look back!>>
<<Arwen (to horse): Noro lim, Asfaloth, noro lim! (Ride fast, Asfaloth, ride fast!)>>
<Asfaloth gallops away>
Sam (to Strider): What are you doing?! Those wraiths are still out there!>>
<Strider stares after Arwen, well aware of the dangers she faces.>
<Arwen rides on as the Nazgûl give chase. Night gives way to day as they pursue her, from forest to open plain, sometimes closing, sometimes falling behind. Frodo, half-unconscious, senses their presence. One of the Wraiths closes on him, reaching out as if to snatch the Ring from him. Arwen spurs Asfaloth on to an even greater effort.>
<<Arwen: Noro lim, Asfaloth!!! (Ride faster, Asfaloth!)>>
<Arwen reaches the river, and splashes across the ford. She pauses and looks back. The Nazgûl have stopped at the edge of the water. Their mounts rear up, screaming, seemingly terrified of entering the river.>
<<Nazgûl: Give up the halfling, she-Elf!>>
<<Arwen: <draws her sword in challenge> If you want him, come and claim him!>>
<The Nazgûl draw their swords and urge their reluctant horses across the ford. Arwen begins to chant to the river.>
<<Arwen:
Nin o Chithaeglir, lasto beth daer,
Rimmo nin Bruinen, dan in Ulair!
Nin o Chithaeglir, lasto beth daer,
Rimmo nin Bruinen, dan in Ulair!
(Waters of the Misty Mountains
listen to the great word;
flow waters of Loudwater
against the Ringwraiths!)>>
<Gradually, the water level rises. A great flood comes around the bend, with peaks like white horses. The Nazgûl are cast from their mounts and washed away down the river as Arwen watches.>
<Frodo starts to slip from the horse. Arwen lays him on the ground.>
<<Arwen: No! Frodo...No! Frodo, don’t give in! Not now!>>
<Arwen cries and embraces Frodo.>
<<Arwen (voice over): What grace is given me, let it pass to him, let him be spared - save him.>>
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