"We need to focus all our power on one thing. Getting into her mind." Bryan answered.
"Who are you?" Arla asked.
Frodo & Pippin-
Frodo looked down at Pippin, his friend seemed to slowly be regaining his consciousness. Pippin's left arm moved ever so slightly and not long after this his eyes fluttered open. He looked around, still somewhat in a daze,
"Wh..what happened? Frodo?"
Frodo gazed thoughtfully down at Pippin, slowly helping him up to his feet,
"How are you feeling, Pippin?"
Pippin shook his head, trying to gain a clear perseption of the reality around him,
"Fine.. I'm fine. What is going on?"
Frodo took a deep breath, then explained,
"You ran into the caves by yourself, in search of Merry."
Frodo was interupted by Pippin,
"What kind of a foolish errand was that?"
Frodo cut back into the conversation, continuing to explain,
"But you were struck by one of the Orc's arrows. I ran after you. But I was not hasty enough. There was poison on the edge of the arrow. I was afraid I was going to lose you."
Pippin turned his head to the side, taking in his surroundings,
"And why is it that I feel no pain whatsoever now?"
Frodo cast his eyes upon Arla who stood nearby,
"You must thank Arla for that. Her power saved your very life."
Pippin bowed respectfully to Arla,
"I am sorry I put you all in such a dreadful position. What are we to do now?"
Frodo shrugged, his shoulders. The dim light of Sam's latern, spread across Frodo's once spotless cloak. It now hung across his back, completely bloodstained and holding cakes of dirt upon it. Frodo now replied, in answer to Pippin's question,
"The answer to this I'm afraid I do not know yet, for it is still being debated."