A Single Word Freezes the River! The Valiant and Majestic Elf Princess

Thanks to their easy defeat of the Nine Nazgûl beneath the beacon tower on Weathertop, Aragorn no longer felt irritated when he heard that the Nine Nazgûl had followed them again like a persistent nuisance. Though he still did not know Wang Zhen and the others' true strength, the weapons of war they possessed were enough to drive back the Nine Nazgûl once more. Thus, even with the Nazgûl following them again, he remained remarkably calm.

He guided Wang Zhen and the others toward the meeting place he had previously arranged with the elven princess Arwen. This time, he no longer urged everyone to gallop at full speed. Instead, they proceeded at a normal pace along a straight path. As for the Nazgûl slowly drawing closer behind them, he simply pretended not to see them—since Wang Zhen and the others had not acted, there was no need for him to act either.

After passing through another dense forest thick with branches and leaves, the sun had climbed overhead, marking the height of noon. At the same time, they heard the rushing roar of river water. Sure enough, after they traveled a little farther, a great river more than ten meters wide lay before them, its currents swift, its waves fierce, and its roaring waters endless...

On the opposite bank of the river, a female elf with long hair cascading over her shoulders sat quietly atop a pure white steed. Her beauty was peerless, her bearing ethereal, and her skin seemed to glow with whiteness.

She was none other than Aragorn's childhood sweetheart, Elrond's biological daughter, and Rivendell's elven princess—Arwen!

The great river before them was not only broad but also fast-flowing. More interestingly, there happened to be no bridge at their location connecting the two banks. Still, Wang Zhen and