Thank you, Macheil, for reviewing.

One question, does anyone think Tiger had too many powers?

Oh yeah, Tiger doesn't actually know the plot of LOTR's, so she's pretty much clueless

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Chapter Two: Revelations (Sort of...)

I stiffened as I saw the sword, for only two reasons.

One, swords went out of fashion centuries ago. Two, the person bearing it send shivers up my spine, but, in a angry way. Like, when someone insults you, you want to get back at them. Like that.

I snarled quietly, readying my tiger claws as I watched with sharp eyes what he, no, it was going to do next. It cocked it's head, before whispering in a soft, hissing voice that made the Tiger side growl and lash her tail, "What do you know of the Halfling?"

If I could talk, I'd probably snarl, "Other than the fact that the one in front of me is so ugly and weird that I can't describe it, no," but since I couldn't, I just responded with a shrug and another violent snarl.

I guess that I touched a nerve, somehow, because it hissed and pressed the sword ever so closer to my throat.

The worse idea it ever had.

I snapped, yellow tiger eyes lighting my eyes. I unsheathed my ever-so-ready claws and launched myself against it's cloak, trying to tear, well, something. Instead, my hands felt hot and painful as soon has I touched, making me growl and spit curses that would probably end up with my mouth washed with soap. I launched myself against it again, pushing it backwards.

That's when I realized there were eight more of them.

Great. Just great.

I growled, bracing myself for another attack, although my human side was silently sighing, This is gonna be a long day.

Thankfully, not too long of a day. Out of nowhere, a rugged man jumped out, with a torch in one hand and a sword in another. I guessed the things didn't like fire, because they screamed at the sight of it. I watched, with narrowed eyes, as he yelled and brandished the torch, and ever so amazed that they ran away at the sight of it. Cowards.

When the things all ran away, he faced me, and I got to see his features more pronouncedly. Even in the dim light, I could tell that the man was handsome, in a rugged way, or would be if he didn't smell like sweat and things. He also had dark hair, and gray eyes. Privately, the Human side thought, Man, these things happen to me way too often

I guess the good thing to have done was to politely say thank you before asking him about a million of questions. Unfortunately, I was in a bad mood, had a bad dream, nearly been stabbed by a random weird thing, and now this guy who looked like he came out of the Middle Ages was staring at me with a torch in one hand and a sword in another. Even though I seem to have the worst luck in the world, that doen't mean I have to enjoy it. So, I did the sensibly stupid thing.

I jumped on it.

If it wasn't for the fact I was seriously angry, I might have laughed at the shocked expression on the man's face. It wasn't any day that a random girl that you just saved attacked you with razor sharp tiger claws, after all.

We tumbled through the forest, a 14-year old girl with a full-grown adult man, for about a full half hour.

When we stopped, I was somehow still on him, but, unfortunately, there was a boy staring at me.

I think.

He was short and fat, at least.

The tiger side licked her chops as a delicious smell came up my nose, and I realized just how hungry I was. I was REALLY hungry.

First thing first. The man.

I think my human side was feeling quite bad for him, since I knew personally hoe much it hurt to be under the claws of a wild animal, but my tiger side was still agitated. Anyways, I wasn't in full tiger form. Only my hands were.

A sharp pain on my arm caused my to yowl before jumping. Drat, I forgot to take his God-forsaken sword!

I growled a few curses before focusing on my surroundings. Still in a forest, check. Still with a stunned small person and narrowed-eyed man in front of me, check. More small people, che-

Wait, what?

I sharply turned to the shadows, where my earlier scan proved correct. Three more small people were standing in the shadows, one looking really pale and sick. I admit, I was curious, but I was really more worried with the not one, but two swords pointing at me.

I stiffened, growling so they could both see my permanent tiger teeth, sharp and deadly. Like I expected, they both froze, probably in shock that a girl could possess such teeth. Before either of us could move, however, one of the short people in the shadows asked, "Strider, who's that?"

So the Man's name was Strider. Not bad.

Strider sent a sharp glance at the short person before saying, "I don't know."

immediately two of the short people drew out short swords, even though I could easily tell they weren't very good at it. I stifled a sigh, just as something gold caught my eye.

I turned to the small person that was lying down, but there wasn't any sign of gold anywhere. Weird...

I couldn't really muse long after that, though, since a women burst out of the shadows on a horse. I took advantage of the distraction to shoot up a tree still in hearing distance. I caught names like a snap.

So... the man wasn't really called Strider, but Aragorn; the frail hobbit was Frodo; the women's name was Arwen. That doesn't help much.

Just then, Arwen grabbed up Frodo before running from the main group. I made a split-second decision before jumping through the trees after her.

As I ran, I distinctively heard hoofbeats, and ragged breathing. I don't know how, but I knew they were those... things.

They crossed the river, and I panted as I hid in the shadows, having gotten out of the trees a while ago. The Nine Things were on the other side, swords raised. I narrowed my eyes. Arwen couldn't fight all those things by herself.

Then again, I never thought that the river would flood at that exact second, either.

I widened my eyes as the river washed them away, ever so surprised at the horses at the lead of the torrent of water. Then I noticed Arwen laying Frodo down, whispering frantically. Immediately, I knew that Fordo was dying.

My musings broke yet again hen I noticed a dark figure behind her. With a dark, black, shadowy sword. Raised.

I did the natural thing, sprinting out of the shadows, standing in between Arwen/Frodo and the figure. I remember messy black hair and dark gray eyes before I conjured a fireball and he disappeared.

I sighed before falling backwards to the ground, just noticing that the fireball took a lot out of me. The last thing I remember was Arwen and Frodo, and me thinking, I better go to Heaven after what I just did before I blacked out.

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