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At Hope's Edge by Cairistiona	12 Review(s)
Lexilooper	Reviewed Chapter: 16 on 1/31/2026
Glorfindel gave Aragorn’s arm a squeeze that nearly crushed it, then left with the patrol to set up the defense. I love the ongoing "Glorfindel is unaware of his own strength" thing XD "I am no longer suffering from the Black Breath, Halbarad. At least no more than after one has a cold and all that remains is a bit of a sniffle." HA THAT'S A GOOD ONE "A sniffle! That you would compare...." He seemed to lose all power of speech for a moment, but he quickly regained it and the fire in his eye, if possible, grew hotter. "If you no longer suffer the Black Breath, then I have three heads and six arms! Aragorn, do not force me to do battle with you." SAKSDSHKGH THANK YOU HALBARAD FOR AGREEING WITH ME AND NOT FALLING AT LEAST IN PART TO ARAGORN'S REASSURANCES LIKE SO MANY DO "We are here to battle the Nazgûl, not each other. Battling me would be counterproductive... and highly painful." ...yes, for you, Aragorn. Then he smiled slowly. Of course, I will eventually run out of arrows.... BUDDY YOU ARE FAR TOO SNEAKY FOR YOUR OWN WELFARE "You will not fall," well...mostly THE HIE THYSELF AND HIE HIMSELF STILL MAKES ME CACKLE "Halbarad," he gasped. skasdhsk the way between the black breath rising within and pressing without he is nearly suffocated Why is the fear so much stronger this time than the last? BUDDY I THOUGHT YOU WERE SMART the way the battle-song is almost like, addicting, the only thing that gives him a sense of strength or clarity, and so he follows it against anything Halbarad or anyone else may try to do Halbarad pushed him hard against the cottage wall, holding him there with an iron-hard arm across his chest. He winced both from the pressure on his bruised chest and from the rough stones gouging into his back. "Halbarad, let me go!" he growled, trying without success to push Halbarad away. yesss thisssss angry Aragorn trying to struggle against stern and concerned Halbarad His desperate search for Halbarad is so cute <33 while part of it probably comes from genuine concern that he somehow fell in the battle, to me it feels more like a child searching for their parent or big sibling because they were feeling brave and went off on their own and are now realizing they do want their parent with them or whatever <3 his mind inundated by such a cloud of hopeless desolation that surely all that was light and good had in that moment ceased to exist. SKADHSGK <:(((( imagine He fell to one knee, his sword clattering to the stones as pain knifed into his chest. skashshssssss I love how the wound from the Nazgul works effortlessly for it and against Aragorn, far more than a wound only physical would, and more effective the closer the Nazgul is He simply leaned against the wall, trying to draw in air that seemed unable to get past the agony in his chest. Vaguely within that pain he felt another in his left arm. With another wrenching groan, he staggered back the way he came and the pain eased enough to let him draw a breath as he stopped and leaned against a giant tree that grew close to a cottage. sakjdsgh the pain in his chest still there, not able to breath for it until he gets farther awayyy Aragorn shook his head, still clutching his chest. "It... it is nothing. Just the old bruise. Somehow... proximity to the wraith is making it ache." Ache. More like burning with icy fire straight from Forochel. sakjshjsgsh and clutching his chest burning with icy fire He swallowed hard and forced his hand from his chest, struggling to project a facade that all was well when he knew it was far from that. "Where were you?" yesss he full well knows Aragorn still could not seem to catch his breath. He leaned his head against the tree and shut his eyes. His free hand strayed back to his chest. skjaddhsk the way even though others touching it is torture, it hurts so that he can't keep himself from trying to clutch at it

Lexilooper	Reviewed Chapter: 16 on 12/19/2025
You most certainly will not!" Halbarad roared. I like the sound of that :) They were alone in the small inn. Upon hearing the dread news, Aragorn and Glorfindel had conferred and it was decided that Glorfindel would be the one to organize and lead the defense. Loathe as Aragorn was to admit any sort of weakness, he knew it only made sense for Glorfindel to lead the men in battle instead of an exhausted, battered Chieftain, and one who had already managed to lose a man in battle, botch a rescue attempt, and nearly succumb to the Black Breath at that. Hardly fit qualifications compared to a mighty Elf lord who had slain a Balrog and driven the Witch-king from Angmar. As far as Aragorn knew, there was little that Glorfindel feared, and still less that he could not defeat. When a few of the less understanding townspeople grumbled about being led by a "pointy-eared elf instead of our Chieftain," Aragorn had quickly and decisively quelled the dissent by pointing out the lunacy of foregoing the leadership of one nearly as mighty as a Maia. Glorfindel had listened to the debate in silence, his arms folded and the faintest of smiles tilting the corners of his mouth. When at last he was grudgingly accepted as the leader, he had given Aragorn a surreptitious wink and a whispered promise not to completely usurp his chieftaincy. "I promise to give it back to you in one piece," he murmured as he offered his hand. Sjajdjdj how I love him Lol they have no idea who he is. I know they love Aragorn but. Imagine grumbling at Glorfindel leading if you knew what hes done. ALSO OKAY JUST WATCHING WITH THE FAINTEST SMILE WINKING AT ARAGORN I love him I also love how non-elves have decided “ah let’s insult their pointy ears whenever we want to make a point about how they’re elves” like. Whats wrong with their ears? Does pointy ears mean dumb? Certainly not lol "I will hold you to that," Aragorn said, clasping Glorfindel’s arm. Glorfindel gave Aragorn’s arm a squeeze that nearly crushed it, then left with the patrol to set up the defense. <333 XD yep trust him to nearly crush Aragorn’s arm Aragorn rubbed his arm even as he now dealt with Halbarad. "I most certainly will go forth and fight," he told Halbarad calmly. good job being calm lol "I will borrow one of Elladan’s. I have used his blade often enough." He sat down on a rudely made stool and tugged his left boot off and felt his swollen ankle. It was better for his short bit of sleep, but standing on it for all those hours in the healer’s quarters had done it no good. But if he wrapped it tightly, he supposed it would hold up. If not ... well, there was little use in speculating, just as there was little use in speculating how well his wounded left arm would hold up. He stretched his hand toward the table, waggling his fingers. Halbarad glared at him but snatched up the length of cloth laying there and handed it to him. "You dare not get close to the Nazgûl, Aragorn. Such an encounter when you are still suffering from–" Yess wrap that ankle Lol wiggles his fingers Hands it to him "I am no longer suffering from the Black Breath, Halbarad. At least no more than after one has a cold and all that remains is a bit of a sniffle." "A sniffle! That you would compare...." He seemed to lose all power of speech for a moment, but he quickly regained it and the fire in his eye, if possible, grew hotter. "If you no longer suffer the Black Breath, then I have three heads and six arms! Aragorn, do not force me to do battle with you." LOL YES THANK YOU HALBARAD That Aragorn has the audacity to pretend he believes that lie Yesss losing the power of speech XD "Of course I won’t," Aragorn assured him in the most reasonable voice he could muster considering how thin his patience was wearing. "We are here to battle the Nazgûl, not each other. Battling me would be counterproductive... and highly painful." YEAH, FOR YOU as thin as his patience is wearing he’s having too much fun pretending to be reasonable in my opinion He finished wrapping his ankle and stamped into his boot. Better. He looked up at Halbarad and a sudden reckless joy surged within him, a feeling he had not felt in weeks, or perhaps months. Whatever the outcome, this thing would end here and now and he could not hold back a feral grin. "Come, my friend, stop your mollycoddling and gnashing of teeth. Now is the time to battle our enemy!" AWWW HES SO EXCITED FOR IT TO FINALLY BE OVER THAT HE ACTUALLY FEELS A WILD MOMENT OF JOY POOR GUY <333 "I will not leave your side," Halbarad growled into Aragorn’s ear as they stood in the shadows of a small cottage to the rear of the men guarding the gate. Elladan’s extra sword hung at his belt, but Aragorn’s pride chafed as he gripped Eledh’s spare bow. An archer. He had been assigned to the shadows, to rain down arrows upon the orcs. Glorfindel knows I am far from the best archer even when I have two good arms. That and keeping Halbarad hovering over me like a nursemaid is jeopardizing the success of this battle in order to keep me ‘safe’... But he immediately chided himself. Arrogant fool. Had he not, after all, agreed to let Glorfindel lead this thing? If Glorfindel felt Aragorn would serve him better by using a bow than by wielding a sword, and felt Halbarad would be better used watching his back, so be it. The battle would likely not hinge on any single sword stroke of his own, and Valar knew the scant success he had in his last encounter with the Nazgûl. Still, it galled and there was aught he could do about the feeling save try to ignore it. Ooh yes that WOULD chafe. As much as he knows his own condition is far from ideal, it still feels like a great demotion. But yes let Glorfindel lead <3 Then he smiled slowly. Of course, I will eventually run out of arrows.... UM I DO NOT LIKE THAT SMILE OH I FEEL LIKE HALBARAD (Only I do like that smile also) He loosened Elladan’s sword in its scabbard. Halbarad nudged him to get his attention. "And if I fall, it will be on your head because I will have been too distracted protecting your stubborn hide to watch after my own." "You will not fall," Aragorn murmured. He strained to see Halbarad’s face, but the night was too dark. Still, he could almost feel Halbarad’s displeasure beating against the back of his neck. "Halbarad, we have been through much together. It will not end here." "Promise me, at the very least, that you will not go after the Nazgûl. Leave him for Glorfindel as we have planned." <333 friends togetherrr Aragorn tested the tightness of the bowstring before answering. The bow felt right enough in his hand, even though it had been made for Eledh. The greater question was whether his injured arm held enough strength for him to wield it properly. He frowned into the darkness. A borrowed blade, a borrowed bow. He longed for the comfort and familiarity of his own sword. But it lies shattered ten leagues to the north, so stop this foolish pining after what cannot be! He hefted the bow. "I promise only this: I will not seek out the Nazgûl unless I have no choice." okay fair enough (Of course I am hoping he ends up with no choice) "Just stay hidden," Halbarad persisted, as if he feared that at the first orc through the gate Aragorn would leap screaming from his post in some berserk fit of singlehanded vengeance. "We do not want the enemy to find out who you are. It would seem the wiser strategy to keep you entirely out of his sight." LOL okay that is a rather ridiculous description and entertaining idea because of the ludicrousness “He does not know who I am." "Yet," Halbarad muttered. Yes fair :) Aragorn smiled grimly. He supposed he could not blame Halbarad for his gloomy spirit. Optimism was a commodity in short supply of late. He wiped his sweating hand against his leggings and hitched the quiver to a more handy position. He drew an arrow and swiftly notched it, satisfied that although he lacked the speed with which Eledh handled his bow, he would make a fair accounting of himself when all was said and done. "I will not launch myself willy nilly at the Nazgûl, Halbarad. My post is here, and here I shall stay unless all seems lost." Lol yesss go Aragorn And yes no Willy nillying "No, if all seems lost, you will hie thyself far from here, and I shall be right behind you, guarding your back and pushing you to safety." Um He will not But you can pretend "The only one to hie himself anywhere will be that wraith, when he sees Glorfindel." “Hie thyself” is so funny to me I love it Same vibes as yeet, honestly Halbarad made a snorting noise, but if he started to reply, it was lost on Aragorn, for he suddenly felt an immense dread press upon him. "Halbarad," he gasped. "I feel it. He is here." GASPS awww immediately turns to Halbarad for support <3 and gasping Aragorn was unprepared for the fear that rose in him. For a long moment, he felt he could neither move nor speak nor even breathe as the familiar sickening blackness tried to take him. No. I will not let this defeat me. Not again. Never again. Ooooh yes which is impressive that even after all his experience hes not prepared for this level of fear but ALSO it totally makes sense that it’s worse. The Black Breath lingers in him, and the call of the Nazgûl will make it arise with fury He took a deep breath and raised his bow, notching an arrow to the string. An orc horn blew, shattering the stillness of the night, and then dark shadows poured through the gate–low, squat ugly shapes that let out keening cries and shrieks that grated on the ears. It seemed like hundreds swarmed through before he heard Glorfindel’s cry. "Fire!" Goooo Aragornnnnnn never again Aragorn felt his arm draw back the arrow, felt the tension in the bow and the soreness in his left arm but the arm was steady and then he felt the slight sting as his fingers released the arrow. He heard the swish of it leaving the bow and saw a hunched shadow fall and then he felt his hand reach back and find another arrow and notch it and pull it back and release it and another shadow fell and somehow it seemed it was not he who controlled his arms but someone else, some other sane and calm man who was not ready to scream in fear and who was not trembling of knee and short of breath and consumed with terror. Why is the fear so much stronger this time than the last? Is it the Nazgûl, or am I truly weaker than I thought? Mm perhaps both? GO GO GO you’re doing it still!! Some well-trained survival but is in control Vaguely he was aware of other archers loosing their arrows, that more orcs fell than could be accounted to his arrows, but as terror wrapped itself around his very bones, it was all he could do to simply draw, pull, release... draw, pull, release.... And then his hand met an empty quiver. around his very bonessss Oh dear I forgot about this part I think to stay still now would verily break him. He must fight. He dropped the bow and his left arm pained him but his right hand fell to the sword at his waist, and he drew it and something about the touch of that solid hilt under his hand steadied him. He looked at the moonlight glinting cold and savage along the steel’s length and the battle song surged and in its flood some of the terror was washed away. He lunged forward to engage the nearest enemy, but a hand fell hard upon his shoulder, and he was jerked back. Halbarad pushed him hard against the cottage wall, holding him there with an iron-hard arm across his chest. He winced both from the pressure on his bruised chest and from the rough stones gouging into his back. "Halbarad, let me go!" he growled, trying without success to push Halbarad away. "No! My orders come straight from Lord Glorfindel: I am not to let you out of my sight nor into the midst of the fight. And by the Valar, I aim to do just that!" Yesssss yes yes all of thissss :)))) THE BATTLE SONG IN HIS BLOOD and leaping to fight and Halbarad wrenching him back and pushing on his chest, his bruised chest, because Glorfindel said, Aragorn struggled again and managed to free himself from Halbarad’s arm. "The battle will come to us whether we like it or not. Far better to make an attack of our own choosing, in the open, instead of remaining trapped back in this corner!" Okay IMPRESSIVE that he freed himself Mm fair and true probably He spun away from Halbarad’s flailing arm and heard his friend utter a curse, but then he screamed out, "Elendil!" and drove his sword through the back of an orc and all thought of Halbarad and Glorfindel faded beneath the siren call of battle. “The siren calp of battle” oooh AGAIN THAT HE GOT AWAY IS IMPRESSIVE never ever ever underestimate Aragorn He heard a grunt, then the sound of a falling body and for a moment he froze. Halbarad... He leapt to his feet and spun around, heedless of any pain in his bad ankle as he ran to the dark shape lying on the ground. He reached down.... "Thank the Valar," he whispered. It was an orc, felled by his own kind. Ooooh that would be a terrifying moment Aragorn gave it no more consideration as he turned his head this way and that, trying to locate Halbarad. He saw Eledh, still launching arrows from what must surely be an inexhaustible supply. Lolllll Galadh and Denlad fought with their backs to one another, protecting each other as one after another of the enemy fell to their blades. AWWW The persistent echo of Halbarad’s voice... I will not leave your side!... refused to be ignored. "Halbarad!" Aragorn shouted, and then had to fend off an orc who answered the call instead. Aragorn grunted and slashed and the orc finally fell and then Aragorn ran stumbling down the street, where a knot of orcs was being decimated easily by a group of townsfolk armed with cudgels. They did not appear to need his help, so he kept on, trying to look everywhere at once. Halbarad, where are you? He finally spotted his brothers, both of whom seemed to be handily dispatching a pair of orcs. Aragorn was starting to feel decidedly unneeded. Which would make Halbarad happy, if he could but find him. Awwwww he wantsta find himmm Halbarad is going to be absolutely furious But yes the unneededness will make him happy He rounded a corner, then another. Windydale seemed a rat’s warren of twisting alleys and streets. He finally staggered to a halt in a darkened alley between the crumbled remains of an ancient barn and a shop of some sort. He wished he dared call out Halbarad’s name, but he had already proven that calling out only brought attention his way from the wrong quarter. And the way his head was starting to swim, he had no desire to take on a group of orcs singlehandedly. He bent over, bracing his hands on his knees. Oooooh swimmy headdd Valar, but his stamina was not what it should be. Yep yep yep yep truth He took in several deep breaths, fighting to calm his wildly beating heart and find some way to block the cursed terror of the Nazgûl that surged against his spirit in ever-strengthening waves. Glorfindel, I hope you drive that wretched beast away, and soon, or I will have to find a hole somewhere to crawl into and hide... Yesss his racing heart againnnn He shook himself in disgust. He would not flee. "Valar speed your fight, Glorfindel," Yayy <3 master the fear he murmured and shoved himself upright and started jogging down the street again, stumbling a bit over the broken and uneven paving stones. His ankle twinged in warning, but he dared not stop. Another corner, another pause to check that the way was clear of orcs but there was still no sign of his comrade. Halbarad, please ... show yourself! okay Halbarad has got to be absolutely panicking He ran again, more slowly, barely managing a limping shuffle as he carefully crossed the yawning mouths of two more dark alleyways. He rounded the edge of the apothecary shop and even as he caught a glimpse of a tall, robed figure, wreathed in shadows, the Nazgûl’s black miasma consumed him as if he had dashed straight into the billowing smoke from a fire. He staggered backward, blinded, his mind inundated by such a cloud of hopeless desolation that surely all that was light and good had in that moment ceased to exist. He fell to one knee, his sword clattering to the stones as pain knifed into his chest. SKAJDJFJ INUNDATED BY HOPELESS DESPARATION picturing Aragorn slow collapse bit by bit <3 A very small voice screamed at him to pick up his sword... pick up the sword!... but he could only kneel as the nightmare that had been confined to the boundaries of sleep surged into his waking thoughts. He fell heavily onto his side as all his strength drained utterly away. "Valar, no ..." he whispered, trying without success to hold to the vestiges of coherent thought, but the black voice pressed on his mind and again he was lost in that forsaken sea where he was alone and no one could reach him. Not Halbarad. Not Denlad or Elrond or his brothers or Arwen... YES SLOW COLLAPSE CONTINUES WAKING NIGHTMARES There was only himself. No one else. "No," he groaned, and suddenly anger surged hot within him. "No!" It will not end this way! YESSSS GO ARAGORN Summoning strength from some deep well that he did not realize was within him, he grasped his sword and put his hand to the building beside him and hauled himself to his feet. His sword scraped against the rocky ground with the ugly sound of its edge chipping, but he paid it no mind. He simply leaned against the wall, trying to draw in air that seemed unable to get past the agony in his chest. Vaguely within that pain he felt another in his left arm. With another wrenching groan, he staggered back the way he came and the pain eased enough to let him draw a breath as he stopped and leaned against a giant tree that grew close to a cottage. YESSSS wrenching groans Grabbing sword struggling to feet That is a deep well indeed <33 for Aragorn scrapes the bottom of his regular and extra strength reserves often And “but he paid it no mind”, good, I don’t think Elladan will mind either, at all. A chipped sword is nothing compared to your life As he stood trying to organize his muddled thoughts, he heard footsteps pounding toward him. He swept his blade upward and nearly skewered Halbarad as he ran up to him. Halbarad blocked Aragorn’s blade easily with his own. "Easy, Aragorn! Mind where you swing that," he cried, then broke into a laugh. "I know it feels as though Morgoth himself has descended on us, but truly we are about to win, my friend. Glorfindel is just round that corner yonder, and he has the Nazgûl retreating even as we speak." HALBARAD <333 HE IS LAUGHING <3 relief When Aragorn failed to reply and simply let his sword arm fall limply to his side, Halbarad’s mirth faded. "Aragorn! Are you wounded?" Aragorn shook his head, still clutching his chest. "It... it is nothing. Just the old bruise. Somehow... proximity to the wraith is making it ache." Ache. More like burning with icy fire straight from Forochel. He swallowed hard and forced his hand from his chest, struggling to project a facade that all was well when he knew it was far from that. "Where were you?" Skajdjf oh yes he did not see this time Not that there was a fight, really. But one within. Also. “Somehow”?? “SOMEHOW”???? Are you surprised?? Aragorn still could not seem to catch his breath. He leaned his head against the tree and shut his eyes. His free hand strayed back to his chest. "You say Glorfindel is defeating the wraith?" "Aye," Halbarad answered. He pried Aragorn’s hand away and with one swift movement jerked Aragorn’s tunic up. He ran his hands across Aragorn’s chest and ribs. Aragorn shoved his hand away. "Stop. The pain is... is manageable." As the fear will be, soon. He dredged up a smile. "We seem to have succeeded this time." yes, uh, “more manageable when you don’t touch it”, I think you meant to say Dredging up a smile once again <:( As if he could put it away when such terrible dread still coursed through his veins. Still, the menace was weakening, if only slightly. He took a deep breath and some of the fire in his chest cooled. Relief made his hands and voice shake. "Halbarad, I am sorry." "For what?" Another steadying breath, and his voice strengthened. "For preventing you from performing your sworn duties. I am a man used to giving orders but it seems I have trouble following them. Forgive me. I should never have fought you off and run into the battle. It was the act of a foolish child, not a seasoned warrior, and I have no excuse to offer." Halbarad waited a moment. "Is that all?" "Yes." "So be it, then, I forgive you," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Now mind we still our tongues lest our idle chatter draw the last remnants of orcs down on our heads." <33333 thanks Halbarad “And feeble it just may be, from the looks of you. But your stubbornness knows no such weakness, I fear. So come, and at least walk behind me. How’s your arm? YESS that’s so true. It does not. "Hurting. But there is strength in it yet." "And your ankle?" Thanks for asking about the things <3 Aragorn merely grunted. That it was holding up was about the only thing he could say about it. "That bad, eh?" "Fear not, it will hold. Now move." Mm wow yeah that is bad And Halbarad knows, thankfully It would seem that all was well, but for the pain in his chest that would not ease and the fear that trailed cold fingers along his spine, both of which told him that Glorfindel had not yet succeeded in overcoming the wraith. In the near distance, Aragorn heard the clang of swords. Without thinking, he quickened his pace and started to move past Halbarad. Okay “it would seem” is scaring me Also I kind of love that Aragorn has like a whumpy extra-attuned tell of this hehe "Aragorn." He slowed down, giving Halbarad a rueful smile that he could not see in the darkness. "Perhaps you should put rein and bridle on me." "Do not tempt me." Skajdjdj <333 I love Aragorn being the one to suggest this Hes like Sorry I know I’m unmanageable They carefully rounded a corner and Aragorn nearly bumped into Halbarad when he suddenly stopped. He followed Halbarad’s speechless gaze. They had found Glorfindel. oh? Oh???? What is happening????? HALBARAD’S SPEECHLESS GAZE like!!!!

Dreamdeer	Reviewed Chapter: 16 on 8/10/2009
The interplay of cotrasts in this piece weave a tapestry of dark and bright, fear and courage, pain and determination, battle-lust and friendship. It's hard to stop long enough to review it, the momentum of the story tugs so insistently. Author Reply: It may have been hard, but I'm very thankful you paused a moment to leave a kind review! (And I see you've hurried on to more chapters...!) Thank you, always, for your encouraging comments.

Linda Hoyland	Reviewed Chapter: 16 on 3/31/2009
A very exciting chapter.At one point I could have shaken Aragorn,but he had the grace to say sorry.You had me worried about Halbarad.I'm hopingI'll catch up soon,but am still dreadfully behind with everything! Author Reply: Thank you, Linda! No worries about falling behind... I'm just grateful you're putting this story on your to-do list when you're already so busy. I'm glad that you liked this chapter... yes, Aragorn really did need someone like Halbarad to give him a good shake. Unfortunately, our Ranger knows too well how to slip away before anyone can, doesn't he? Read when you can, and thanks for taking time to review!

Larner	Reviewed Chapter: 16 on 3/20/2009
Ah--found Glorfindel, have they? And what is he doing that they are so amazed? It sounds very much as if Aragorn NEEDS to get to Rivendell and Elrond's care--VERY soon! No wonder he turned grey when discussing the Wraiths with Frodo in the Prancing Pony! Author Reply: Thank you, Larner! And yes, that is exactly what I'm aiming for with this entire tale... why so many years later Aragorn still breaks into a cold sweat when he thinks about the Nazgul. As for Glorfindel... I could get all fangirly and say they're amazed just because he's Glorfindel, but I'll spare everyone that. LOL Thanks again for the review!

Estelcontar	Reviewed Chapter: 16 on 3/19/2009
This chapter made me really, really tense and afraid for Aragorn. I was on the edge of my chair praying Aragorn didn't do something foolish, which, thank the Valar, he didn't. I really, really love it that you are giving us a very strong Aragorn. Your description of the fight is very vivid and life like, and Aragorn's fear for Halbarad is very palpable and very moving, and the numbing effect the Nazgûl has on him had me on tenterhooks. I'm glad he managed to overcome it, though just barely. I loved to see both him and Halbarad going in search of Glorfindel to help him. Author Reply: Thank you, Estelcontar! Yes, a strong Aragorn is really the only kind I know how to write... Tolkien made him that way, after all. :) And I did wrestle a bit with how Aragorn would react to a second "dousing" of the BB... seems to me he might have a bit of an edge, with his innate healing abilities, that would give him that well of strength--a strength that he perhaps doesn't realize he has at this point in his life. It's interesting to think about Aragorn's healing abilities and how they might manifest themselves when it comes to "physician, heal thyself". Thanks again for the review!

Silivren Tinu	Reviewed Chapter: 16 on 3/19/2009
What a mean way to end this chapter! g Now my mind is swarming with hundreds of ugly possibilities what might have happened to Glorfindel, though I don't put it beyond you to resolve this in a completely harmless way. I still hope Aragorn won't have to face that Nazgul again, which is why I'm quite sure he will end up having to do just that. ;-) I loved the way you started this chapter - poor frustrated Halbarad, lol. At least he got to roar at Aragorn, for all the good it did. //"A sniffle! That you would compare...." He seemed to lose all power of speech for a moment, but he quickly regained it and the fire in his eye, if possible, grew hotter. "If you no longer suffer the Black Breath, then I have three heads and six arms!"// My sentiment exactly! :D I was so glad Glorfindel had chosen to position Aragorn with the archers and had given Halbarad orders to stay with him and keep him away from the fight (though I don't think that worked quite the way Halbarad and Glorfindel would have liked, lol shakes head at stubborn chieftain). Aragorn's "You will not fall" painfully reminded me of the battle where Halbarad will fall in the end... and made me wonder if he died protecting Aragorn's life. When the two of them lost sight of each other I wasn't really sure for a while whom to be worried more about. I settled for Aragorn, as soon as he spotted that wraith. shudders I'm really glad he found some strength inside of him to resist the darkness emanating from that wraith, though. Whatever will happen now, I'm quite relieved Aragorn will face it with Halbarad at his side. Loved it, in case you couldn't tell. g Almut Author Reply: LOL! Thank you, Almut, and yes, I admit it was evil of me to end the chapter that way but it seemed to work the best. grin I'm glad you liked the chapter, and thank you for the extensive review of it. I always like to hear what readers liked and why. Yes, Halbarad finally had to just let fly at Aragorn, didn't he? Poor man has had to put up with a lot. And yes, the plan to keep Aragorn out of harm's way didn't exactly pan out, did it? I'm glad too that I had you worried about Aragorn and Halbarad both... in the confusion of battle, especially at night, I imagine it's easy to get separated. I hadn't consciously planned on any sort of foreshadowing with Aragorn's "You will not fall" line, but after I'd written it, I realized it does indeed harken to that day when we all know Halbarad will. I like the idea of him dying protecting Aragorn's life. Thanks again for the lovely review!

Ainu Laire	Reviewed Chapter: 16 on 3/19/2009
GAH! What an evil cliffhanger! Evil, evil cliffhanger! I don't think I can wait a whole week for the next installment >< Give me the rest of the story, precious :P Author Reply: LOL ... sorry, Laire! But if it's any consolation, the next chapter will come earlier next week instead of later in the week. Thanks for hanging in there with the story!

Fantasia	Reviewed Chapter: 16 on 3/19/2009
They had found Glorfindel....And???!!! Great chapter, at least he admited that he wasn't taking care of himself and not following orders...A little worry for Glorfindel, but if he made the Witch King run away before, I don't think that a lesser Nazgul will be a problem, but you can never know...Thanks fopr the update, waiting for more... Author Reply: Thank you, Fantasia... yeah, I pretty much left everyone hanging, didn't I! I'm evil, what can I say. But yes, Glorfindel is definitely the one you want around when there's a Nazgul to deal with. We'll see how he manages next week (gee, that sounds like an old-time radio serial announcer...) Thanks for the review!

Elflingimp	Reviewed Chapter: 16 on 3/19/2009
Well all I have to say is Glorfindel better be okay!! LOL! Halbarad is such a loyal friend to Aragorn. Hugs The Imp Author Reply: Thanks, Elflingimp! Glad you liked this chapter... we'll see how Glorfindel fares in the next one. ;)

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