Welcome to my sequel of From Planet Earth to Middle Earth! If you're reading this and you haven't read the first one you might be a little confused.

Anyway, here we go! Enjoy ~Crystal

Chapter 1 – Orc hunting…maybe

"Good Lord. How long have we been running?" I panted

"I think it's been three days." answered Riley

"How much longer…till we…catch up with…the Uruk-hai …" pants Jeff

Riley was interrupted by the Aragon: "They are close by." He lifted his head from the rock.

"How is he able to tell?" I breathe in, "It's just a rock."

Tosha shrugs and we keep running.

We slowly but surely make our way through the hills and find Pippins leaf pin. I think that's the one time we actually get to stop during this whole ordeal.

We continue on and I don't take much notice of anything. All I'm thinking about is putting one foot in front of the other.

We eventually reach the borders of Rohan.

"Legolas what do you see?"

"The group is headed northeast; they are taking the hobbits to Isengard ."

And then surprise! We kept running.

The next morning the sun rose an deep red. "A red sun rises, blood has been spilled this night."

I wanted to smirk at this but that wouldn't have been very appropriate for the timing so I bit my lip instead.

"Good riddance to them." Tosha whispered.

Then came the thundering footsteps of horses. Aragon ushered us behind some conveniently placed rocks. I watched in awe as the horse thundered past. I had been around horses often growing up but nothing of that magnitude. Aragon stepped out from behind the rock, "Riders of Rohan! What news from the Mark?"

We followed Aragon knowing we were going to get surrounded. The riders turned and came back towards us circling with spears pointed. Boromir and Aragon pushed the three of us in between them. I guess it was for safety reasons but seriously, we can hold our own against Orcs and Uruk-hai they don't need to protect us from the Rohan riders.

"What business do a dwarf, two elves, three men and two women have in Rohan." Well, that was longer than it was supposed to be…

"Give me your name horsemaster and I shall give you mine." Gimli said smugly.

Éomer dismounted "I would cut off your head if it stood but a little higher from the ground."

Legolas knocked an arrow "You would die before you stroke fell."

All spears pointed at Legolas and Aragon made him lower his bow.

"I am Aragon son of Arathorn this is Gimli son of Gloin, Legolas of the woodland realm, and Boromir of Gondor. Tosha, Jeffrey, Riley and Cierra are nomads that have joined us." Aragon introduced us. "We are friends of Rohan and of Théoden, your king."

"Théoden no longer recognizes friend from foe. Not even his own kin." Éomer removed his helmet and the riders raised their spears. I let out my breath I didn't realize I'd been holding.

"Saruman has poisoned the mind of the king and has claimed lordship over these lands. My company are of those loyal to Rohan. For that we are banished."

Éomer paused, "The white wizard is cunning, he walks here and there they say. As an old man hooded and cloaked." Éomer looked at Legolas, "And everywhere his spies slip past our nets."

"We are no spies. We track a body of Uruk-hai across the plains. They have taken two of our friends captive." explained Aragon

"They are destroyed. We slaughtered them during the night."

"There were two hobbits. Did you see two hobbits with them?" Gimli asked desperately.

"They would be small, only children to your eyes." said Boromir. Wait just a minute. Wasn't that supposed to be Aragon's line?

"We left none alive." Éomer shook his head and pointed to a plume of smoke, "We piled the carcasses and burned them."

"They're dead." Gimli couldn't believe it.

Éomer nodded "I am sorry."

The four of us looked at each other. We could totally picture the sad music playing in the background.

Éomer whistled and four horses walked up. Wait! Weren't there only two? I looked at Jeff and he just shrugged.

"May these horses take you to better fortune then their former masters." Éomer looked down; I could tell he was mourning the death of his comrades. "Farwell."

He mounted his horse, "Look for your friends but do not trust to hope. It is forsaken in these lands." He rode off, the rest of his riders following him. They had left as quickly as they had come.

"Now what?" asked Jeff

Legolas looked at him quizzically.

"There are four horses and eight of us." He elaborated

"We'll have to double up." Aragon decided.

It ended up Jeff and Tosh on one horse, Aragon and Gimli, Boromir and Riley, then Legolas and myself. And let me tell you, two people in one saddle is not exactly normal…

We rode towards the burn pile and it was a nice break from running.

Arriving at the burning pile was not pleasant. It smelled horrible. I pulled my sleeve over my hand and put it up to my nose and mouth. We dismounted and Gimli started using his axe to go through the pile. I stood back, completely grossed out by the sight.

When Gimli found the belt Aragon kicked the helmet and I felt bad for them. They thought they were dead but we knew otherwise. I wanted to tell them so bad but forced myself to watch as Aragon found the tracks and made his way towards Fangorn forest.