Be prepared for a long chapter, folks... or at least it's longer than my usual ones... 

The gentle wind swept back the wisps of hair that had fallen out of my braid and filled my lungs with the clean air. Gentle splashing filled my ears as I dipped my oar in and out of the blue water. We had left Caras Galadhon early in the morning, now it is high noon.

"I fear a storm is brewing," Boromir called out from his boat in front of me. 

I nodded, even though he can't see me, "yes, Legolas had said the same thing before we left."

I looked over at Legolas, who was sharing a boat with Gimli, and smiled, "your elf-mind seems to be one step ahead of everyone else's."

"Not all the time," he retorted. I scoffed.

"Lumornel!"

I snapped my head to where Pippin leaned precariously out of the side of the boat that he shared with Merry and Boromir.

"Pippin, don't tip the boat over. I don't think your companions would appreciate it if they had a little dip in the river."

Pippin blushed a little, but he leaned back in the boat, "can you sing?"

I was caught off guard by his question, but before I could answer, Boromir cut in with a laugh, "she's a woman! Of course, she can sing!"

I laughed with him, "As great as that would be, Boromir, being a woman doesn't mean that I can sing. I'm actually quite terrible at it."

"Oh, surely you can't be that bad Miss Lumornel," Sam cut in.

I snorted, "I sound like a dying cow!"

Legolas chuckled in the boat beside me. I prepared myself for whatever joke he would say.

"That's an insult to the cows!" I looked over at him incredulously. If I had something to throw at him I would.

"Now, now. Everyone settle down," Aragorn said, I silently thanked him, "I'm sure she sounds like a beautiful choking cat."

My mouth hung open. "What is with you men!?"

"Oh, Lumornel! Won't you sing to us a little?" Merry asked.

My eyes opened wide, "weren't you listening to our conversation at all?!"

"Frodo, Gimli. You have anything to say about my voice?"

"No. Not at all, Lassie. Your voice is like the wind blowing through the trees, clear and beautiful," Gimli stated. I blushed and looked down.

"I must agree with Gimli. I don't know how such a voice cannot sing," Frodo added in. In between strokes, I pushed a stray hair behind my ear. Stop making me all flustered.

Instead of letting myself be tortured by being embarrassed, I went to thinking. Why must I always think?

Not knowing what to think about, my mind went immediately to that dream with Sauron. Is it possible that I was dream-walking like I did with Galadriel? And what about his offer? I can have Arda if only I joined with him. To be honest, it was quite tempting. Still is tempting. Who could refuse being offered the world? Once I have the world, I could save it. Right?

It would be lonely, ruling by myself—wait, no. I wouldn't be by myself. I'd have Sauron. He said I could be with him if I wanted. How bad could that be? He sure is quite the eye candy, if you know what I mean. My breath quickened with just the thought of him. That hair, those muscles, his face. Oh, he's just so gorgeous. But then there's those eyes, the windows to his soul. His eyes are enough to give anyone nightmares, always glowing a soft orange-yellow.

The thought of his eyes made me snap out of my thoughts, what had I been thinking? All of a sudden I felt a fierce pain in my head. I stopped rowing and clutched at my skull. I clenched my teeth to keep from crying out.

"Lumornel? Are you alright?" Legolas' voice carried over to me. As soon as the pain started, it went away. I blinked a couple times, trying to clear my head.

"Yes," I lied.

•••••••••

Near dusk, it seemed that Legolas and Boromir's prediction were correct. Cold, fat, drops of water fell from the sky and soaked our clothes. It seemed that Aragorn didn't care if we got a case of the sniffles from the cold rain; he had ordered us to keep rowing.

By now my arms feel like they're about to fall off, but my arms probably feel like nothing compared to how Aragorn, Boromir, and Legolas' arms must be feeling. They have to row themselves, plus the extra weight of two hobbits, or in Legolas' case—a dwarf; whereas, I am only rowing myself and some extra supplies.

Soon enough we heard thunder and saw lightning from the north-west. As the actual storm got closer, Aragorn called for us to go ashore and shelter under the trees.

We rowed ashore with little trouble, besides having the rain in our eyes and having our hair, I mean Gimli, Legolas', my hair go crazy in the wind.

"Finally," Gimli grumbled when our boats hit the shore. Despite the dreary mood, I managed a smile.

Under the safety of the heavily leafed trees, we set up a fire. I noticed Aragorn was opposed to the fire but after some discussion, he finally let it go.

"I nice good fire will do us all some good," Sam stated merrily, "don't you agree, Mr. Frodo?" I have no idea how Sam can stay so positive.

After a quick, warm meal, we all tried to get some sleep, Aragorn taking the first watch.

I laid near Legolas, only because he's the only one of the Fellowship I know.

"Lumornel?" Legolas' voice says out of the darkness.

"Yes?" I ask, resting my head on my arms.

"What was that earlier?" He didn't have to clarify what he is talking about for me to know what he meant.

"I don't know," I said truthfully. That pain in my head was totally unexpected. Came out of nowhere.

Legolas gave me that look that said, 'okay, but this isn't the end of our conversation.'

I gave him a reassuring expression and turned over to fall into a restless sleep.

•••••••••

I searched the pitch black room frantically for anything I could use. Anything would be useful right now: a glass shard, a sword, fire. But there was nothing. My fingers were warm and bloody from scraping the walls. My eyelids are wide open, trying to see something, but the darkness was engulfing, terrifying. I might as well close my eyes, there would be no difference.

My hands hit a wall just as a loud scraping sound hit the door. A whimper escaped my mouth. I was running out of time.

I kept running my hands across the wall, they came to another wall, and another, and finally the wall with the door on it. But I didn't dare open that door. The hinges on the door squeaked every time the creature threw its body upon the only exit and entryway in the small, claustrophobic room.

Adrenaline pumped through my veins, I had this terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach, my body shook in terror, and my hands and brow are clammy with sweat.

My breathing hitched and I stumbled backward to the back wall. My feet tripped over something and I fell against the wall, my head throbbed.

Tears streamed down my face, I'm going to die. I'm going to die. How could the end have snuck up on me so quickly?

Through a wave of nausea from the head wound, I crawled on my hands and knees and swept my hands over the floor, searching for the thing I tripped over. My hands hit a wooden pole, like something from an ax. My hands went over the entire pole, but it was just a wooden pole, not an ax or any other deadly weapon.

I clutched the thick stick close to my body like a lifeline. I scuttled backward until I hit the wall and my sobs were almost in sync with the crashing on the door.

The air was damp and warm, making it hard to breathe as I waited for my end. With every crash against the door a glowing red light filtered in, showing my surrounding to be a dirty, empty, concrete room.

Finally, the door completely fell off the old hinges, revealing a monster of a creature: human-like, but it crawled on all four, skin as black as night and had an odd texture to it, looking sort of like scales. Instead of fingers it had long lethal claws that clacked on the ground when it crawled, a long whip-like tail, and its head was the most terrifying: its eyes were black pits, you almost didn't see them, it's nose wasn't visible, just two snake-like slits. It's mouth opened and it had a tongue like molten lava. It had no teeth, for the tongue could burn and melt its prey.

The creature let out a roar, a cross between dragons and a Nazgul.

It raced towards me and was upon me in a second. I let out a bloodcurdling scream as it tore into my flesh.

•••••••••

I shot up from the ground with a gasp. I frantically searched around me, but instead of finding a demon-creature and a concrete room, I was back under the safety of the trees where the sun was rising.

My breathing was still quick and uneven. I am still sweaty. Still terrified. It had seemed so real.

I looked to my left and was very surprised not to see Legolas there. But then I began to panic. Where'd he go?! Was he taken? Did he leave us?

I desperately tried to calm myself. Maybe he went for a midnight stroll? Or maybe he had to relieve himself?

I looked around at the sleeping fellowship—only to find that they weren't there.

By the Valar...

Adrenaline pumping through my veins again, I jumped up and searched for any sign of them. All of their stuff was gone: remnants of the fire, bed rolls, packs.

They couldn't have just gotten up and left, could they? But... Could they have been taken? No, there would've been a sign of struggle. My gut kept telling me that there's nothing to worry about but obviously there is.

I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration and I felt tears prick my eyes. This cannot be happening.

Emotions swirled around inside me; mixing together like the waves in the sea or possibly the emotions are just one big emotion, complex like a ball of twine, never finding the ending or the beginning.

I don't know what to do now that I'm all alone. Yes, I love being alone, but I'm in an unknown place. I admit I need help, for once I actually need people. And not just because I'm lost in the wilderness, I just had a nightmare. I need a good company to chase away the darkness before it consumes me.

Darkness doesn't always have to come in the night or in evil creatures. It can come in thoughts. Thoughts can torture you.

These realizations (that I already knew) tortured me and, again, I ponder 'why must I always think?!'

I looked up from my own personal war to find that I had sunk to my knees. The only thing that surrounded me was the trees, big lonely creatures. But in a way they aren't really lonely, they have friends surrounding them.

Unlike me, I thought.

My friends have deserted me

Maybe they left because I didn't fit in; they don't understand me, so they deem me dangerous. Or maybe... No, there isn't another 'maybe', I'm just not understood. I'm a freak. I'm unnatural. I don't fit in anywhere.

I gripped my head between my hands and bent over my knees, letting out a strangled scream through clenched teeth.

I felt a hand on my back and at the same time I heard a voice, "Lumornel?"

I startled cry got stuck in my throat as I leap to my feet and away.

I could only imagine my face as it crumbled when I saw Legolas standing several feet away, bow in hand. A whimper, caused by who-knows-what emotion, leaped from me and I ran to him, only to fall into a heap at his feet.

My shoulders shook, but I didn't cry.

"W-why did you leave me?" My voice was barely a whisper.

Legolas bent down beside me, placing a hand on my back, "I didn't leave you, Lum."

I looked up at him. "Then where did you go? I needed you and you weren't here," I said almost angrily.

His face turned in a pitying expression, "I and the Fellowship were only beyond those trees over there. You were sleeping and would not wake. We decided it was best to let you get a couple extra minutes of sleep while we prepared food." He moved into a position so that we were knee-to-knee.

I mentally berated myself for not thinking about that option.

I looked up under my lashes, "please don't leave me."

I felt his warm hand cup my cheek, making me look up at him. "Never would I do such a thing," he promised.

Time and spaced seemed to drop away and suddenly I was in his shoes, as well as mine. I could feel his adoration for me in that moment and it was almost overwhelming.

He leaned in, I leaned in. Our breaths mingled as we slowly got closer—

"Fuel for the day is ready! Dried meat and Lembas bread it is! Of course, I would rather have fresh meat, but such luxuries aren't for such a journey," Gimli belted. He didn't seem to notice how close Legolas and I were, he just went on and on about meat, meat, meat.

I quickly pulled away from Legolas and stood up and hid my face under a curtain of wavy white hair. Hopefully, Legolas can't see my ferocious blush that covered my face and ears.

Legolas cleared his throat, "Gimli?" He sounded a bit annoyed.

Gimli suddenly stopped in his ranting, "yes lad?"

"Instead of us talking about food, why don't we go eat some?" If I wasn't so embarrassed I might've actually laughed.

Gimli, slightly flustered, agreed and promptly made his way back to where the fellowship sat.

Legolas sat with his legs crossed near Aragorn, I sat a little distance away from the rest of the Fellowship.

I was concentrating hard on not concentrating on the moment that had just happened. Now everything is going to be awkward between Legolas and I. I silently huffed.

I buried my hands in my face, both out of fatigue and embarrassment.

"Lumornel?"

I looked up and saw the Halfling, Frodo. He held out a bowl of stew that consisted of dried meat, water from a nearby stream, and various herbs found from around us in the wild.

I graciously took it, "Hannon le." I then shook my head, realizing that I had slipped into the elvish tongue.

"Th--"

Frodo cut me off, "I knew what you meant."

I gave him a confused stare, "how?"

"My uncle Bilbo taught me some of the elvish tongues when I was young. Not much I might add," he smiled as he took a sip from his bowl. His hair flopped forward in a cute and careless way. That was when I realized how soft his voice is.

I thought for a moment back to my books back at home, "Bilbo? As in the hobbit that traveled with thirteen dwarves to Erebor?"

Frodo nodded, "yes, that's him. Never stops talking about."

I smiled and almost choked on the stew with a laugh. It came out more as a strangled sound.

Frodo shot me a bewildered expression.

I quickly wiped my mouth, "I can imagine! One day you'll have to tell me all about his quest!"

Frodo smiled, "I would love to when we have the time."

I nodded, "that would be amazing, I look forward to it."

Frodo smiled awkwardly and I saw him unconsciously touch the Ring around his neck.

*********

Not even within thirty minutes we continued on our way, me partially wet.

"Ay! You're dripping on me, lass!" Gimli grumbled. I wrung out the bottom of my undershirt from underneath my leather tunic and mumbled a 'sorry'.

"Oi! Gimli! Loosen up a bit, you are the one who caused her to fall in the water in the first place!" Boromir called out from his boat with a large smile plastered on his face.

At his words, Gimli grumbled some more and I grinned. I had grown exceptionally fond of Boromir. He is a wonderful companion, so is everyone else in the Fellowship.

My thoughts went back to when we were boarding our boats. I had had a pack of supplies on my back and had swung it around and set it in my boat, as I swept my hair that had temporarily blinded me, I stepped forward and onto the boat. But to my surprise, Gimli had accidently bumped the boat with his ax, making the boat float away and down the river. Because of this, I fell to my bottom in the ankle high water, making my legs and the bottom of my undershirts wet. Thankfully, my boots were tight enough to not allow any water in.

I am also thankful for Aragorn helping me to my feet.

I sat uncomfortably close to Legolas and Gimli. It really was Gimli's fault that I'm dripping on him, if he hadn't accidently pushed the boat away, I'd be in my own boat and Legolas wouldn't have to work harder.

Having nothing else to do, I braided my wet hair over my shoulder, no doubt going to make it wavy once it's dry. But then again, my white hair is already naturally wavy.

I had been lost in my own thoughts when Aragorn snaps me out of it, "Frodo. The Argonath! Long have I desired to look upon the kings of old. My kin."

I looked up in awe at the two enormous statues. They each held out a hand in warning.

"Who are they?" Gimli grumbled. I swear all he's capable of is grumbling.

I used my book knowledge to answer before Aragorn could, "The statues were carved in the likeness of Isildur and Anarion." After the words came out of my mouth, I realized how rude I had been.

"Sorry Aragorn," I called out.

He laughed, "No need to apologize, Lumornel. It's nice to finally meet someone who knows they're facts!"

"Well, it's not every day that someone actually wants to learn facts," I said matter-of-factly.

"Indeed."

I sat silently for awhile, listening to the hobbits converse together and Gimli and Legolas talking nonsense.

Soon enough, we reached the foot of Amon Hen where we set up camp.

I set my pack of supplies upon a non-muddy patch of ground and sat next to the tree that was beside where Gimli sat.

"We cross the lake at nightfall. Hide the boats and continue on foot. We approach Mordor from the north, " Aragorn spoke from across the firepit that Sam had started making.

Gimli's sudden voice startled me, "Oh, yes? It's just a simple matter of finding our way through Emyn Muil? An impassable labyrinth of razor-sharp rocks! And after that, it gets even better! Festering, stinking marshlands far as the eye can see." I rolled my eyes.

"That is our road. I suggest you take some rest and recover your strength, Master Dwarf," Aragorn stated. I had to cover my mouth to keep from giggling.

"Recover my...?! Grrrrrr." Gimli's grumbling can sometimes be hilarious. So of course, this time, I couldn't help the giggle that escaped me. I quickly slapped a hand over my mouth.

But, like always, Gimli just had to hear me.

"You think that's funny?" He growled.

I bit my lip to keep back a smile and a giggle, "no, not at all."

Gimli squinted his eyes at me, "hmm..."

I tried to keep a straight face, and I knew that If I looked at Gimli that attempt would be futile. So I let my gaze wander elsewhere.

My eyes ended up settling on Legolas. Huh, wonder how that happened?

Legolas looked into the forest around us and urgently turned to Aragorn, "We should leave now." By the tone of his voice, I immediately began to worry.

"No. Orcs patrol the eastern shore. We must wait for cover of darkness." Sometimes Aragorn can be very stubborn.

"It is not the eastern shore that worries me. A shadow and a threat has been growing in my mind. Something draws near. I can feel it."

"If Legolas feels that we are in danger and that we must leave, then I urge you to let us do so," I called out to Aragorn. Legolas nodded his head in appreciation towards me.

"It is too dangerous," Aragorn persuaded. I huffed slightly and turned away just as Gimli dropped a load of firewood down, "Recover strength?" He turns to Pippin, "pay no heed to that, young Hobbit."

I turn around as I hear Merry enter the campsite, more firewood in his arms, "where's Frodo?"

This caught the attention of all of us and Aragorn, Legolas, and I see Boromir's shield and baggage laying on the ground; which must mean only one thing: Boromir is gone. And is alone with Frodo. Well, possibly. But he is definitely not with us.

Aragorn turned to Legolas, "stay here and keep them safe. I will return shortly."

Legolas looked like he wanted to protest, but he let it slide and came over to stand near me. I didn't want to be sitting while he stood all tall and proud next to me, so I stood.

"He'll be back safely, right?"

I glanced at Legolas, but he remained silent and gave me a pitying expression.

I sighed, all we can do is hope.

It had been awhile, and the hobbits and I were starting to get antsy when we suddenly heard the cries and grunts of orcs.

The hobbits jumped to their hairy feet while Legolas, Gimli, and I pulled out our weapons.

"Mr. Frodo!" Sam yelled and ran off into the forest. I called after him but it was no use. Pippin and Merry ran off after Sam, but they went the wrong way.

I ran after them, "Merry, Pippin!" I couldn't let little shirelings go off and risk getting lost or killed.

Legolas called out after me to come back, but I Ignored him. I will always care for others before myself.

I ran through the trees looking for Pippin and Merry. I believed that Sam would be okay--he's smart enough not to go charging into a horde of orcs.

"Pippin! Merry!"

I zigzagged through every tree and bush, frantically calling out to them.

"Peregrin! Meriadoc! Tell me where you are!"

I rounded a tree to see Frodo running down from a stone structure that could've once been a building or platform.

"Frodo, Frodo!" I ran to him and dropped to one knee, grabbing the hobbit's shoulders.

"Frodo! Listen to me! Have you seen Merry and Pippin?!"

Frodo looked up at me with wide eyes, "Merry, Pippin?"

"Yes! Have you seen them? They ran off into the forest looking for you," I panted.

"They went looking for me?"

"Yes, they went looking for you! They heard the clash of swords," his eyes widened as I said this. I sighed, "I'll take that as I 'no.'"

His eyes, that had drifted to the ground in thought, snapped up to meet mine, "we have to look for them."

Before I could agree, he spoke again, "what about Sam?"

"He ran off too."

Frodo shook his head and muttered something under his breath.

With all seriousness, Frodo said, "I was going to leave you all, using the advice of your mother, but I can't leaving knowing that my friends may be in trouble."

I nodded and stood up, grabbing my swords/daggers, "Come on then! Let's go get them!"

We ran off in the direction of the clashing swords and up a hill. We figured that Pippin, Merry, and Sam would head towards the sound where Frodo could be in the most danger.

Turns out we were right, once we broke through a thicket of brush we saw Boromir protecting the two look-a-like hobbits from a horde of Uruk-Hai while blowing the Horn of Gondor. The only problem: where is Sam? 

"Frodo!" I heard a far off voice say. I turned around and running towards us was Sam. Well, I guess I have luck on my side.

"Sam!" Frodo yelled while I motioned for the hobbit to come closer. I turned back to assess the situation with Boromir and the two hobbits.

To my horror, an Uruk-Hai had a war bow point at Boromir. Boromir was too busy to dodge out of the way or to even see that he was in danger of an arrow piercing his flesh. 

Without thinking twice, I jumped out, dodging Uruk-Hai scimitars as I went, and pounced on the Uruk-Hai that was threatening Boromir, pushing the Uruk to the ground and driving both of my long daggers into the creatures chest, killing it instantly. And just for good measure, I sliced it's throat, spraying it's blood onto my cheek. 

"Lumornel! What were you trying to do, Kill yourself?!"

I turned and smiled at Boromir, "no! Just trying to save your life," I yelled over the crash of our blades.

The rank stench of Uruks filled the air and the breeze was slow, sticky, and hot. Together we slew the dark creatures while conversing.

"Good fighting skills, I see," Boromir yelled.

"I had a good teacher," my thoughts went to Braiglach and a sorrow filled me. I immediately cursed myself, for a fist collided with my face and I tasted blood on my tongue.

"Have any brothers? Sisters?" I asked. I was genuinely enjoying this small talk--even though I despise it. No small talk for me, it just seems so unneeded. But this small talk is fun. Right in the middle of a battle, it's quite hysterical.

"A brother. Good little brother, he is. The name's Faramir. Father never appreciated him much," he stopped for a second, cutting down an Uruk. 

"How about you? Do you have any siblings?"

"No," I answered, thrusting my dagger into an Uruks neck while using the other to chop off the weapon-wielding arm of another Uruk, "I grew up alone in Mirkwood. Weren't you listening to me when I gave a little information about me in Lothlorien?"

"I listened, but you gave no information on siblings." He swiftly threw his broadsword out, separating a head from a neck.

I thought back, "Hmm, I suppose I did not." I kicked the legs out from underneath an Uruk and momentarily forgot about my other opponents while I used both swords to sever the head. I hissed in pain as my arm was cut, blood steadily flowing from the wound.

"My Mirkwoodian parents bore no other children in their long time in Arda together. But I suppose I once had a sister, Celebrian, daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn. I guess that makes Elrond of Imladris my brother and Arwen, Elladan, and Elrohir my niece and nephews."

I cut off both of an Uruk's arms, "such a strange thought."

"Yes, very strange. More strange that you are not of elven kind when elves conceived you."

I kicked an Uruk in the chest, sending him backward, arms flailing through the air and I sliced another uruk's chest, "It is very strange. I once asked my mother if she had any idea why I was born human, she didn't know. She said she sent me to Mirkwood for my own protection."

"Ve--" Frodo's cry of pain interrupted Boromir.

I whipped around, my braid swinging onto my back. Almost in slow motion, Frodo fell backwards, a sword stuck in his shoulder and his chest cut to ribbons. As I gaped in horror, the blood slowly soaked through his clothing, a deep blooming crimson.

I rushed to his side, him grimacing when I pulled him onto my lap. I lay my hand over his cheek, "Frodo! Frodo! Stay awake! We'll heal you. You'll be okay," I pleaded.

I raised my gaze to the heavens, "Oh Valar! You must do something!"

"Lumor... nel..." A soft, pain-filled voice spoke. I looked down at the small, bleeding hobbit in my arms.

"You must... do what I could not..." he wheezed.

"No, Frodo, don't speak like this!" I sob clawed its way out of me.

"You... must save... Middle-Earth... save the Shire... keep our friends safe..." His eyelids drooped closed.

I let out a gut-wrenching sob, almost a scream and rested my forehead on his sweaty, bloody one.

I heard the hobbits yell to Frodo and heard Gimli, Aragorn, and Legolas joining the battle.

"Promise me... you will do... this..." I started at the sound of his weakening voice.

"I promise, Frodo. I promise..." I whispered and then did I feel his body relax in my arms and look of utter peace fell upon his worn face. 

A hand fell on my shoulder, an Uruk-Hai hand. How dare such a being interrupt my morning! How dare such a being slay one of my friends!

I turned around, a frightening scowl upon my face, and due to the powerful emotions in me, when I touched the being it disintegrated after a bright light lit up my palm.

A war cry lifted from me fueled with sorrow and anger. Any orc that closed in on me, I touched it, making it turn into ash.

I couldn't get satisfied with how many orcs I killed. No amount of dead orcs could fix what they had done to our beloved Frodo Baggins.

*********

After hearing the Horn of Gondor being blown, Aragorn, Gimli, and myself made our way towards the sound, killing orcs all the way. Aragorn mercilessly felled the beasts, Gimli let out war cries while hacking his axe into a living being that wasn't his friends--sometimes I worry about him--and I shot the Uruk-Hai with the bow I received in Lothlorien. 

What let me know that we had arrived where the rest of the fellowship fought was the gut-wrenching sob.

My head whipped in the direction of the sob and I saw Lumornel leaning over Frodo, a curtain of white hair covering both of their faces. This distraction nearly earning by a blow to the head.

I jumped in the fight next to Boromir, guarding Lumornel and whoever else I could. There were so many Uruks, never have I once seen this many in one place. I pulled out my twin daggers and fought mercilessly, getting lost in the battle: life versus death.

I had probably only killed fifteen Uruk-Hai went I heard a grunt from behind me. I turned while killing an Uruk violently to see Boromir with a long dagger through the chest.

My eyes widened at my wounded companion. Boromir fell to his knees, only to get back up when Uruk-Hai surrounded him. I couldn't heal him, so I fought honorably beside him. "Legolas..." I stopped fighting at the sound of his whisper. He had fallen to his knees again. He was dying. And there was nothing I could do to stop it.

"Boromir!" Aragorn yelled in anguish as he rushed to his companions side. Aragorn pulled the dying man to a more secure area near some large tree roots and hovered over the man, sharing some last, dying, words.

His eyes swept over to where the hobbits were. Before I could rush to help, the three hobbits were taken by a swarm of Uruk-Hai, picked up from around the waist and swung over the shoulder.

"Get the girl! Get the girl!" 

In alarm, I tried rushing to Lumornel, but the swarming Uruks held me back with their fighting, so I was forced to battle with them. In between strokes, I kept an eye on Lumornel, but there was nothing I could do as I watched an Uruk-Hai throw a surprisingly accurate throw of a stone at Lumornel's head. She collapsed in a heap on the ground where an Uruk grabbed her. That was when all the Uruks left us faster than we could imagine with four of our dear friends.

*********

"I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil"

                                                -Gandalf

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! But I had to do it. *Hides under a blanket as fangirls crash down my door* I've already watched the movies and I feel really guilty now... But I had to add a little twist. And more twists are to come in the next chapter!

 Also, I didn't come up with this idea all on my own, some credit must go to MonsterCupcake61176  If you haven't read her LotR fanfics, go read them right this second! They are AMAZING!

Anywho... I'm watching Return of the King right now and I kinda want to cry, but I can't.

I'll try and get the next chapter up as soon as I can but I'm also writing another story (sadly not a LotR fanfic) so it may be awhile.

Be good, all my Hobbits, Dwarves, Elves, and Races of Men!

Novaer, Mellonamin!