Summary: At the beginning of the story (: Disclaimer in chapter 1 – 'Into the wild'

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"Elvish"- Translated *Elvish*

"Common"

"Thoughts and whispers"

Hannon le, Mellon-nin

Chapter 2 – The calm before the storm.

"2 days of walking and no tree in sight." Gimli signed.

"You sound like Legolas, my friend." Boromir replied with smiled. But Gimli was right. There were no trees or bushes anywhere, except for wild grass and foul marshes.

"Well…urm…I..." He stuttered "…I'm tired of these disgusting marshes and hobbit eating bugs. That's why I sound like an Elf!" He shouted.

The hobbits watch him rant on about how foolish the elves were and how much he loathed them "But why did he act so different towards Legolas? Their fathers, King Thranduil and Gloin, both hate each other from what Bilbo told me." Frodo thought.

"I can tell you master Hobbit, that my father only hates Gimli's father because he and his companions trespassed in his home." Legolas smiled at the young Hobbit and Frodo returned it back. He stared at his elvish companion and concentrated on his features. "He looked much better than he did a week ago." His deathly pale skin now had a golden glow that the entire elvish race possessed and he wasn't getting tired anymore, mainly because Strider had told the group not to mention anything about the nine black riders and the dark lord around him.

"Wait! Did he just read my mind?!" Frodo exclaimed. He was still looking at Legolas and the blonde elf's smiled widened and he chuckled. "No master Hobbit, I did not read your mind. We elves can tell what others are thinking through the eyes of their holder. That's why the Dwarf, avoids all eye contact –If possible- with me." His chuckling grew louder and the Gimli turned around and glared at him.

"I'll have you know master Elf…"

Gandalf signed "Here we go again."

"…that my father and his companions where only looking for safe passage through your, spider infested, warg inhabited, forest." He growled as he turned back around and continued walking. No-one but Aragorn, Gandalf and Legolas could hear the Dwarfs muttering as he walked off. The three went into fits of laughter.

"This is the greet watchtower of Amon sûl." Aragorn said while gazing at the sight in front of him. "We shall rest here tonight."

Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin, were exhausted. As soon as their bags hit the floor, they followed after. They were all huffing and puffing like they had ran away from three wargs that wanted them for dinner. Gandalf signed and sat himself on the nearest stone he could find, Gimli was fetching firewood and water…If he could find any, Boromir was setting the foundations for the fire, Legolas was nowhere in sight and Aragorn was scanning the area from above.

Eventually, Sam got up and pulled out pots and pans for the evening meal. He also pulled out the last remaining two rabbits that Strider had skinned about 3 days ago. They were getting awfully smelly and Sam thought it would be the right time to make a stew with them. So he did.

"Aragorn?" Merry asked.

"What is it Merry?" He replied.

"Where's Legolas?"

Strider motioned Merry to come and join him. Merry got up, along with Pippin, and stood next to the ranger. Aragorn pointed to the ground which the two cousins could see Legolas walking around, pacing up and down, then standing still as a statue as his focused on the land before him.

"What's he doing?" Pippin whispered.

"He's scanning the perimeter. If the Nazgûl, Orcs or any other foul creature appears, he will let us know by signaling to me." He explained.

Boromir finally finished making the fire place. "Just in time as well." He thought as he saw Gimli walking towards him with arms full of twigs and large pieces of wood.

The Gondorian man got up from his crouching position and backed away slowly and lowered himself again to the floor. He felt like his was forgetting something…but what?

Then it clicked. "The presents." He got up once again and said "Little ones, come over here, I have forgotten to give you your presents." He smiled while reaching for the four bundles wrapped up in cloth. He watched as the Hobbits sat around him as if he was going to tell them a story. He handed each bundle to them and watched them unwrap them.

"These are for you. Keep them close." The Hobbits stared in mixed shock and amazement for each of them hand a finely crafted sword, dagger to a human, in their hands.

"Urm…Thank you, Mister Boromir, sir." Sam stuttered as his eyes were still glued to the shiny metal in front of him. "Just Boromir, Sam. That goes for the rest of you as well." Boromir winked and ran his eyes past the other Hobbits. "You need not call us anything other than our true names. No 'Master', 'Mister' or 'Sir'. Those formalities lie within a council room or meeting royalty himself. Now scurry off. Dinner is almost done."

"The Stew!" Sam exclaimed while getting up and running to the boiling pan and lifting it of the fire to cool. "Don't worry. I saved it." He sighed with relief as he watched the others laughing, which then he joined in to.

Night descended across the watchtower of Amon sûl. It was a cold night so the nine kept the fire going. The moon was high and the stars shined like diamonds.

Frodo awoke from the howl of a wolf. It startled him at first but then he'd tried to settle down. He realised he could no longer find the sweet sleep he had hoped for so he sat up but was startled once more at the blonde elf that sat staring into the fire.

"Legolas?" He asked. He wasn't sure that the Elf was listening to him. It was the first time he had seen the elf this night so he was a little nervous.

Legolas looked up at the young hobbit but he only smiled. Frodo got up and went over to the elf and sat beside him. "Is there something wrong? You seem…"

"Distracted?" the golden elf interrupted "Do not worry yourself, Frodo Baggins, I am fine." He smiled sadly, not taking his eyes, even for a second, off the fire. Frodo nodded his understanding but wanted to do something. He wanted to help the elf in any way possible. How could he not worry? He hardly knew the elf and after all the things he had seen within the past week, only made him even more anxious.

Then without warning, Legolas shot up from his seating position and ran over to where Aragorn laid. Frodo was frozen by the sudden movement of the elf as he watched his attempts to wake the sleeping ranger.

"Echuiv Estel! Seas echuiv!" *Wake up Estel! Please wake up!"* Legolas shook the ranger as hard as his could and the ranger bolted up. Bright tiny, flashing lights danced around his vision from the fast movement of waking up. "What is it, mellon-nin?" He muttered.

"They're here."

(A/U : I am no good at scenes like this, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!)

Those words were like a trigger. As soon as they rolled of the elf's tongue, a bloodcurdling scream sounded in the distant. Aragorn grabbed his sword and shouted to his sleepy companions "Come, get up! They are apon us!"

One by one they each got up and grabbed their swords and unsheathed them. Frodo ran towards the watchtowers edge, with the others hobbits, and looked down towards the ground. Mist clouded the ground and was slowly separated by nine black figures stalking towards them. He could hear in his ear the heavy breathing of his friends and heard the shouting of Gimli and Boromir telling them to move and get to the top on the watchtower.

Frodo turned towards his friends; fear painted across his face and shouted "Go!" Each Hobbit ran up the stairs as fast as their little legs could take them and they finally reached the top of the great watchtower. They each saw Gandalf pointing towards the middle of the floor "Stand their little Hobbits. Boromir, Gimli, Aragorn, Legolas, form a circle around the little ones! Protect them at all cost!" He shouted.

As they all surrounded the hobbits, swords and a bow at the ready, nothing happened.

Gimli could hear the hobbits breathing getting louder and louder. He heard several whimpers of fear coming from the little group of four. "The calm before the storm." He gulped.

Frodo turned to look at Gandalf whose eyes were focused on the opening in front of him. Then all of a sudden a tall figure draped in black cloth, sword and dagger in hands at the ready. His eyes widened in fear. The others hobbits turned and saw this figure and they too widened their eyes.

"Be ready!" Boromir shouted.

The Nazgûl slowly stalked towards them bringing more fear into the group. Each of the foul creatures raised their swords and pointed it at their targets.

Sam shaken with fear screamed "Back you devils!" But alas, it had no effect.

"Give us the Halfling." The cold voice hissed at them. The hobbits gasped and the three of them looked at Frodo. The little Halfling stared with wide eyes at the monsters. "They want me? The ring!" He gasped and clutched his chest, where the ring laid.

"You will not have him!" Legolas snapped drawing the attention of the wraiths leader. He felt him smile under the darkness of his hood and heard a muffled laugh before it turned into a roar. Cold. Evil. The elf shivered. He had heard this emotionless laugh so many times in his past that he could never suppress the shivers, no matter how many times he tried to hide them.

"My little prince, how have you been for the past 2,000 years?" the creature snarled.

"I have been very good, my King. Thank you so much for asking." His sarcastic reply only made the evil being before him laugh even more.

The hobbits all looked at each with confusion on their faces. "What's he doing? Why does he call him king?" Pippin whispered, which caught the attention of Aragorn. Before he could reply to Pippin he was cut off by the cold voice of their leader.

"You haven't told them yet, my little prince? Well I wouldn't be surprised. Allow me to introduce myself…" The golden elf felt him smile inside his dark hood. "I am the Witch-king of Angmar, leader of Nazgûl, and faithful servant to the dark lord Sauron.

"I am not your 'little prince'!" Legolas growled at the figure before him.

"Oh but you are…" The creature hissed. "…Now stand aside and give us the Halfling."

"You cannot have him!" Gandalf shouted as he narrowed his eyes but did not take them of the ringwriath in front of him.

"Oh but I will. You cannot win Wizard! We will succeed here." Then without warning the creature brought up his hand and slammed it into Legolas' face.

The blonde elf gasped at the cold touch of steel and dropped his bow onto the ground below him. He brought his hands up towards the cold metal and tried to pull it off his face. His strength was slowly leaving his body but he still tried to fight against the cold.

With a battle cry, Aragorn and Boromir ran towards Legolas but were stopped by two other Nazgûl. Metal crashed against metal sending sparks to the ground. The hobbits watched in amazement as the two men fought for their friend. Gimli, axe raised and ready, also made his way to the blonde elf but was also stopped by another foul creature.

Gandalf and the hobbits fought against their foes as well. Sam was flung against the nearest wall and with a sickening crack; his sight clouded and he was sent into darkness. "SAM!" Frodo screamed while running towards his friend. Merry and Pippin tried their hardest but they too were thrown against the wall. Frodo kept screaming with all his might. He felt useless. All he could do was scream for his friends.

They were losing. They would fall prey to these creatures. Middle-earth will be no more.

Boromir, Gandalf and Gimli were being over whelmed. Frodo saw his old friend try and chant a spell but couldn't because of the Nazgûl's quick attack's.

Just as he thought this couldn't get any worse, he heard a bloodcurdling scream. He turned and searched for the owner and saw the Nazgûl release his grip on Legolas' head.

All movement seemed to stop. Everyone, be it; Man, Dwarf, Wizard, Hobbit and the Dead, turned to see the blonde elf fall limply to the ground, on his side. Frodo found that he couldn't move. No part of his body was obeying him except his eyes. He looked around with big, sapphire eyes and found that no-one else could move either. Aragorn, Gimli, Gandalf and Boromir were frozen in battle with four Nazgûl, which were also frozen.

He darted his eyes to their leader, who once again let out the same emotionless laugh that he heard early. Shivers were sent up the eight companions spines and they tried to fight of the darkness. The Witch-king brought his steel hand towards his chest and slipped it into his cloak. He pulled out a dagger with some ancient language written on it. All eyes widened at the sight of the Dagger.

The Witch-king of Angmar slowly made his way towards Frodo.

"No." Aragorn gave a curse and tried to scream at Frodo to move but his voice failed him.

The Witch-king was now standing right in front of the little Hobbit. The Sapphire eyes that were so bright were now dimmed to a deep sea blue. Fear. Frodo feared his for his life. He feared for Legolas' life. He feared for every one of his friends.

"You will die, slowly Halfling. No-one can save you now." The wraith hissed and thrust the dagger into Frodo's shoulder.

Frodo let out the most horrific scream Gandalf had ever heard. He tried his best to move a limb but it proved useless… "Wait!" he thought. He tried to repeat his actions and he felt it again. He was slowly beginning to move. He looked around with his eyes and could see that the two men and Dwarf were doing the exact same thing.

The Nazgûl ripped the blade out of Frodo's shoulder and dropped it to the ground.

It was done.

He turned back around and moved slowly to Legolas' limp form. He placed a foot on Legolas' side and rolled him over so the elf was lying on his back. The Witch-king grinned at the sight of the wood elf. His features were as pale as snow and his eyes were an Icy blue. He made no sound as if he was dead but the small rise and fall of his chest confirmed he was still alive.

"Until we meet again, my little prince." He purred while running the steel hand down the elf's cheek. With an ear-piercing scream, he got up and moved into the shadows of the night. The 'freeze spell' broke and the remaining Nazgûl followed after. Aragorn and Gimli ran straight to Legolas' side.

"Frodo!" Merry and Pippin both shouted in unison while getting up and running to their cousin. Sam, who had gotten over his concussion, got up as well and ran straight towards his friend. "Gandalf!" He shouted.

Gandalf rushed over to Frodo's side.

"Help him Gandalf!" Merry cried as Frodo continuously cried out in pain. Gandalf put a hand on Merry's shoulder and lowered his gaze. He gave him a 'do-not-worry' look. This seemed to calm the hobbit down a bit, to his relief. He lifted his gaze and saw Aragorn lift the unconscious elf into his arms.

The ranger slowly started to make his way down the watchtower and Gimli followed after.

Boromir came stumbling over and knelt beside Frodo. His eyes were full of worry for the young hobbit and just as he was going to speak some soothing words for the little hobbit, he eyes caught the source of all Frodo's pain.

He picked up the cursed dagger and gasped "He's been stabbed by a Morgul blade." Just then then blade crumbled into ash and drifted with the wind. The hilt was the only thing remaining and Boromir carefully wrapped it up in a piece of cloth. "Lord Elrond, will want to see this."

"This is beyond any of our skills." Gandalf said. "He needs elvish medicine." He nodded to Boromir who then scooped Frodo up into his arms and ran towards the stairs leading down towards the ground below the watchtower.

The area surrounding the watchtower was plain, with little plant life anywhere. This gave Boromir, Gandalf and the Hobbits an advantage for they could see two figures a few feet ahead of them for which they knew was Aragorn –Carrying Legolas- and Gimli.

"Hurry!" Aragorn shouted.

"But we're six days from Rivendell!" Sam shouted back in worry "He'll never make it!"

Boromir glanced down at his little burden. Frodo's screaming seemed to have died down and were know tiny gasps of pain.

"Hold on, Frodo."

"Mr. Frodo?" Sam touched his face and gasped at what he felt. "He's going cold." He exclaimed. Pippin, who was on the verge of crying looked up towards Aragorn, who was slowly lowering Legolas to the ground, under a large oak tree. "Is he going to die?" He sniffed pointing to Frodo.

Aragorn looked up into Pippins eyes and could feel the sadness within his them. "He's passing into the shadow world." He then looked down at Legolas, avoiding Pippins gaze for he knew what he said next would make them all fear. "He'll soon become a wraith like them."

The remaining Hobbits gasped and Pippin turned back to his cousin. Frodo let out another gasp which seemed to trigger a strange noise that came from within the forest.

"They're close" Gimli grunted, as he raised his axe into the air. Gandalf looked around as the noise stopped. He realised that it was not the ear-piercing scream of the Nazgûl. This worried him further "What could be coming for us now?" He wondered.

Aragorn Called for Sam and he came running over. "Do you know the Athelas plant?" He asked.

"Athelas?" He replied.

"Kingsfoil."

"Kingsfoil, aye, that's a weed." He answered.

Aragorn glanced over and Frodo and said "It may help to slow the Poisoning. Hurry!"

As Sam, with Gimli for protection, and Aragorn split up in search of the Athelas plant, the strange noise came again making the blonde hobbit more anxious to find it.

"Finally." he whispered as he found what he was looking for. He cut a fairly large amount and placed it into a little satchel. He got up and ran towards the Dwarf. "Found it already? Alright let's go." And off they went.

"Aragorn!" Gimli shouted through the forest. "We've found it; we will see you back at camp."

"Trust a dwarf to shout out in a forest at night" He thought. Just as he was about to turn and make his own way back, a big bush of Athelas was right in front of him. "This could prove useful for the way back…" He bent down and gathered as much as he could but suddenly a sword slid under his chin and he furrowed his brows. He mentally cursed himself for being distracted.

"What's this?" The voice was calm. Soft. "A ranger caught of his guard." Aragorn turned his head slightly to get a view at his attacker. What he saw shocked him.

An elf with raven coloured hair smiled at the ranger. "Elladan!" Aragorn exclaimed as the sword was removed from his throat.

Elladan chuckled lightly as he pulled his brother of the ground and embraced him. "It has been to long little brother." Aragorn sighed as he was broke away from his brother's embrace. "I know Elladan, I know."

"Estel? What wro…"

"Surely, you have not forgotten about me, Estel?" The other figure dropped down from the trees above their heads and brought his hand up towards his hood and removed it. It was another elf but he his features were almost identical to Elladan's.

"Elrohir! Of course I haven't." He hugged his brother and Elrohir returned it. He slowly pulled his brother away and bent down towards the ground and gathered his things.

"What's wrong, Gwador-nin?" *My brother* Elladan asked.

"Follow me."

"Gandalf, nothing working!" Sam yelled. He watched as Gandalf placed the herbs in the wound, made by the Morgul blade, only cause Frodo more pain.

"Be calm, Samwise. I cannot concentrate with you screaming in my ear!" he shouted. Sam lowered his gaze towards the floor and said nothing more.

Just then a noise, like running, came from the forest behind them. They all grabbed their swords and stood ready for their attackers. The noise was getting closer and closer. They each gasped as they saw Aragorn crashing through the bushes with two other figures.

Frodo turned his head towards the two identical figures. Gandalf got up from his position and stood next to Boromir.

"Frodo." The taller one said as he knelt beside Frodo's right side. "Im Elladan and sina is Elrohir..." *I am Elladan and this is Elrohir* He pointed to the one knelt on the other side "…we telin let thaed." *We have come here to help you.*

"Lasto beth lye, tolo dan na ngalad." *Hear our voice, come back to the light.* Elrohir said urgently while looking deep into Frodo's Icy blue eyes. He noted that they were badly bloodshot. "Not a good sign". Frodo slowly closed his eyes against the pain and fell unconscious.

"Who are they?" Merry whispered to Sam.

Sam gasped "They're elves!"

"Those elves are the sons of Elrond Peredhil, Lord of Imladris." Gandalf smiled at the Hobbits shocked expressions.

Elladan also smiled and chuckled lightly but then something caught his attention. He furrowed his brows and caught a glimpse of gold lying under a large oak tree. He mentally cursed and ran towards the fallen elf. "Elladan what are you…" Elrohir exclaimed. He saw Elladan kneel slowly to the ground and pull a figure to his chest. His eyes widened as he saw the blonde hair flow from the figures head.

"Va!" *No!* He screamed mentally. "Gwador! Ho ea va lle roch!" Brother! Get him on your horse!" He yelled. Elladan turned to his brother and nodded. He scooped the blonde elf up into his arms and ran gently over to his horse. While Elladan was placing Legolas onto his horse, Elrohir sighed. He then turned his attention back to Frodo. He put his hands on the little Hobbit's forehead and closed his eyes.

Out of the two identical brothers, Elrohir was the one that took interest in his father's work. He became the healer out of the two and Elladan became the fighter. He took a liking to the bow and Elladan chose a long sword.

He reopened his eyes "He's fading." He pulled his hand away and brought it down to the wound. "He's not going to last." He said sadly. "We must bring him to our father." Aragorn nodded and helped his brother pick up the unconscious hobbit and made their way over to Elrohir's horse.

"Where are you taking them?" Boromir said as he watched everything happen from the side lines.

Gandalf turned and face the son of Denathor "They're taking them to Rivendell. Do not worry for our friends; for they are in good hands." He smiled while he placed a hand on Boromir's shoulder.

"They better be!" The dwarf grunted as he saw the twins both gracefully jump up onto their steeds.

"Estel, before we leave…" Elladan started "What ails the prince?" Aragorn looked sadly towards his brother. He looked to Gandalf. Gandalf smiled and nodded before speaking "He had an encounter was his former 'master'." He said and looked apon Elladan's and Elrohir's disgusted faces.

"Sauron will pay for this." The elder twin mumbled.

"Will you elves stop your chit chatting and go already!" The dwarf yelled. "We have two dying friends and all you're doing is talking! Get your prissy elf buts moving! NOW!"

Everyone was taking aback by the dwarf's sudden outburst.

Aragorn turned towards his brothers "Ride hard, Gwadors nin. We will see you again soon." *My brothers.*

Elladan and Elrohir both looked apon the group of seven "Namarie." *Farewell.*

"WAIT!" Boromir screamed "Here." He said as he handed Elladan something wrapped in cloth. "It's the hilt of the Morgul blade."

"Thank you, Boromir son of Denathor." Elladan smiled.

And of they went.

Disappearing into the darkness of the forest.

WOOOO! Second chapter done! :D Next chapter: Welcome to Imladris. I have answered people's reviews in private message, so go and have a look! (: Thank you to the five that have reviewed! My heart sings! ^^

Sorry about my poor writing skills in this chapter :/ I'm not very good at decribing action scenes like this )': *Cries*

Luthien: Ahhh Legolas I need to ask you something

Legolas: For the fifth time, I am not, and I repeat NOT, going to take a shower with you.

Luthien: *pouts* Why not?!

Legolas: Because you are too young. You're only 16.

Luthien: You so mean to me! *Goes and cries in the corner.*

Next chapter will be out in 3-4 days, maybe earlier! ;D

Before I go. If there are any mistakes at all, I am sorry :L I'm not good at proof reading :p

Namarie!