AN: If you haven't read Aura of the Past, then go read it, it is the first part of this story and the following will make little sense without it. Thank you;Nekochaaan, YunaNeko, Glitter Poisoned My Blood, angel897, PurpleFairy11, aesir21, ccgnme, cullen freak8888, twilightfan1717, GoddessxNyte, Spudzmom, Nina1399, and Carla Mikaelson. Thank you all for reviewing, and I hope you continue to do so!

~DragonsChild.96, on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

Prologue: A Brief Re-cap

(Aura's POV)

I sprinted toward the sounds, hoping I was not too late, when the Hobbit ran past me. I dodged Pippin and Merry and launched into battle with the Uruk-Hai the Halflings had heralded. I caught the first with a dagger I pulled out of my boot, and the second with my sword. After that, I lost count. The ground was soon strewn with the bodies of the creatures both Boromir and I had slain.

We were forced into the center of the clearing, and I managed to draw them away from the Halflings, pushing them behind a rock pile.

I dashed forward, taking Boromir's place as he sounded the horn of Gondor, its clear sound drawing attention to us in the madness.

I dodged, ducked, sliced and parried my way across the clearing, killing the monsters that still surrounded us on all sides. It was then that I heard the prominent "twang"of the arrow as it left the crossbow. I didn't think, I just moved.

"Boromir!" I screamed, drawing his attention to me as I shoved him to the side. Then the harsh pain blossomed in my chest, and I stared down at the arrow that had seemingly appeared out of my ribcage. I could only look at it for a moment, before reality decided to step in, and I dropped to the ground.

I caught only brief seconds of the next few moments. I heard Boromir's cry and then a resounding thud from the same direction. I tried not to consider the meaning. I tried to move, but only gasped in pain as the arrow shifted.

The Hobbits cried out a little ways off, and I felt myself being lifted. Not by my husband, or my brother, heck, even Boromir would have been better than the Uruk-Hai that now had me in his clutches. Unfortunately, or fortunately as the case may be, I then lost consciousness.

(Edward's POV)

Legolas shoved the third boat into the water, sending the final of the "extra" provisions to vanish.

"You don't mean to follow them?" Boromir asked, referencing Frodo and Sam.

Aragorn shook his head, "Frodo's fate is no longer in our hands."

Gimli sighed, "Then it has all been in vain." He stated regretfully, "The Fellowship has failed."

Aragorn turned to us, putting his back to the water he had previously been staring at, "Not if we hold true to each other. We will not abandon Merry, Pippin, and Aura to torment and death." He verified, pulling his pack on and checking his weaponry, "We have left all that can be spared behind, now let us hunt some Orc!" He proclaimed.

We all glanced around at each other, grinning at his enthusiasm. "Yes!" Gimli exclaimed, laughing.

Aragorn dashed into the forest, and we soon followed him.

(Jacob's POV)

I stood next to the two Hobbits on a high hill we had climbed. A dark sky was behind us, even though a glimmer of light still showed beneath it.

"Mordor, I hope the others find a safer route." Frodo commented, looking back at the lake.

"Strider will look after them." Sam reassured him, patting him gently on the back.

Frodo glance at us both, "I don't suppose we'll ever see them again."

"We may yet, Mr. Frodo." Sam said, "We may."

I shook my head and turned to look into the distance, "Well," I began, drawing the Hobbits' attention to me, "let's go. Mordor isn't getting any closer."

"I'm glad you two are with me." Frodo acknowledged.

I glanced at the Halfling, before turning to scan the distance and look at our path. We had a long way to go, and along a lonely road. We were all so far from our homes.