ATTENTION! Well college has started back, so my updating will be much slower sadly, but there is not much I can do about that. This chapter is also very short which was not my intentional plan but im having a writer's block and wanted to get something to you readers soon. Hopefully you will be pleased and hopefully the next chapter will be longer and have some more action…*hint hint* lol

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Chapter 5

She did not know what she was going to do. Would Eglanon try to attack them again on their journey to Edoras? Or lay in wait for who knew what? Her people already had word, she had received their reply the next morning, scouts had been sent out, spies, someone would find out something, but would it be soon enough? Túrante knew she wanted to go with them to Edoras, mostly the reasoning was selfish—Legolas would be going, and recently injured as well. But she knew she also had a duty, to get rid of this new threat, protect the peoples of Middle Earth, and to do that, she needed to be were Eglanon would be. That, Túrante knew would be near the leaders now sitting in the big house.

It was obviously apparent that she could not just go with them to Edoras. First they did not trust her all together and they were going mainly for personal business of Faramir's. She would be the center of questions to the town's people, but Eomer would have to know of this new enemy, especially since he would more than likely also be a target of Eglanon. So no, she would not join them, but she would follow them, trail behind them or ahead of them, it would not matter either way. If he came close, he would know her scent, know she was near and protecting them. He would have to be wary and cautious; an attack would be much harder.

After that Túrante knew she needed to go straight to Galadriel, talk to her about everything that had come to pass, though she probably already had some word of it, and she needed Gandalf there, he was there second best option and fighter against such a foe. But how to go about that, she had no idea, it was something she would have to think about another time. Now, Túrante had other matters to attend to, it was just getting started that was the hard part.

Where to start, where to start? She thought, rummaging through the desk in her bedroom, looking for the parchment she knew she had stuffed in there just the other day. After a good five minutes she finally put her hands on some and an old quill and ink bottle. She had the idea earlier in the day to write back to her home, ask them to send one of their top scouts and fighter to her here, help with protection and for backup, with Eglanon, she could not be too careful, and she did not want the men in any more danger. Legolas would not be in traveling condition for a good another week or so and in that time they were all more vulnerable.

Walking into the main she set her supplies down on the writing desk, here she had more space and she was closer to Legolas, but she pushed that thought aside quickly—it did not need to be in her brain right now. She also needed to speak with Edlyn about her departure, and what she would tell her the issue was this time, maybe say she was going back home? It would not really matter; they would accept and believe any story she told. Well maybe not take it for truth, but they would accept it like they always did. They never questioned her absences or her motives; the old couple just took it in stride and kept going.

Anyways with all her thinking, she had not noticed that her letter was completed and the ink from the quill was slowly dripping from the tip, staining the parchment with a splatter, until she heard a voice from behind her tell her so. She should not have been startled, but she was, and caused more ink to spill, with a silent curse, she smiled up at the man before her, "I must have let my mind wonder off."

Gandalf smiled back, "It is an easy thing to do in such a time. May I inquire as to who this urgent looking letter is to?"

"You may, I was actually about to go find you to tell you but as you are here, you have saved me some steps." Túrante rose from the desk and to the closest open window and let out long, low whistle. As she filled in Gandalf about her plan she tied the letter to a brown hawk's back, concealing the letter within its back feathers. "I have decided to ask my people for some assistance here. It will be, at the minimum, another week before the master Legolas will be able to travel, and after Eglanon's first attack it has opened my eyes and I realize he is after the leaders. You must be protected, so I am having one of my scouts come here to join me for that time to help ensure the safety of everyone."

"I do not how the others will feel about having another of your kind around; they are only barely accepting you." Gandalf told her.

"I have thought of this, though probably not like was needed, but he will not come within a mile of here, but be a patrol for the border of the property, and if a fight should occur, backup." Túrante knew that it would be a sticky situation, but she truly believed it was necessary. She also knew that the others had gathered behind her at the door, trying to stay out of sight. Vampiric senses did not allow that.

"Do you truly believe this is a necessary action my lady?" Aragorn spoke up, "We will not bombard you any longer than we must and we shall be on our way." His face was calm, but she could see the worry and wariness in his eyes, and the truth that he wished not be a burden.

"It is my job to rid Middle Earth of this threat, to keep the peoples of our world safe, I cannot do that with you dead. So yes, I believe it is something that must be done. However, if it is not what you want, it shall not be done."

"Call the letter back." It was Aragorn, again, who spoke, and for them all. But it was clear they all agreed with him.

"As you wish my lords." Túrante nodded her head towards them, her mouth in a thin firm line with frustration. This is not what she had hoped for; she had a bad feeling gnawing in her stomach.