Hello! I have finally updated. I have a good excuse though. There was a large earthquake in Christchurch recently, part of the city was destroyed. It was scary! And then I got a bad cold! Which is even scarier! Sorry this chapter is so short! I got writers block and then thought "Screw it, I'll just update with what I have written..."

Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's not mine! All I have is an evil cold...If you want it, you can have it...

Dedicated: To all the families effected by the Christchurch quake and the Greymouth mine explosion, we're thinking of you...

Chapter 8 That was just too close!

Suddenly I saw the eyes of wolves all round me.

"Aragorn!" I screamed. A wolf jumped at me and I felt it's huge jaws close around my chest.

I was knocked off my feet by the force of the wolf's attack. It jumped off me and spun around, ready for another attack. I scrambled to my feet, and tried to get back to the ring of trees, to warn the others. The wolf leapt and collided with the back of my legs. I fell forward head first into the snow.

I tried to stop my fall but landed badly and the next thing I heard was a loud snap followed by a spread of warmth and almost unbearable pain in my right wrist. The same wrist I used to fight!

But I had to get back to the others. Blinded by the pain I managed to stand.

Panicking that I could not see the wolf, I ran back to the Ring of Trees and collapsed by the fire.

The hobbits jumped up in shock at the sight of my injuries. I must have looked a complete mess with bloody tears in my shirt, a broken wrist and my hair starting to fall out of the neat bun I had put it in.

"Aragorn, get over here quickly." I head Sam shout. Through my pain, I sensed someone crouch down beside me.

"Arya, what happened to you? Who did this?" A quiet voice said. Legolas.

I gasped for breath, still in shock that I had not seen the wolf before it attacked me.

"The wolves. They're here. And they're huge and many. I was attacked by one. I didn't see it. I don't know how. I'm sorry, I was meant to be watching for them and I got myself attacked and now my fighting wrist is broken."

"That's okay, it's not your fault. You said before, they're magic." Legolas paused. "And, um, your wrist is a bit more than broken I'm afraid."

Surprised, I looked down. "What do you mean- Oh My God!"

My hand was bent at an unnatural angle. The sharp, broken shards of my bone had cut my skin to shreds. Okay, I can fix this. I just need to breathe and calm down...

"It's fine!" I gasped. "I can fix it. Just watch out for the wolves!"

I pressed my hand to my wrist and whispered the spell. A warm feeling of relief spread over my hand as the bone melded back together and the skin flowed into one. I know it can be abused and magic can be bad...but I still loved being able to use it!

Gandalf and Aragorn were standing, tense and ready to fight, at the edge of the ring of trees. I got slowly to my feet (Magic drains your strength, no need to break my wrist again by falling over!) and walked over to them.

"That was quick." Aragorn commented as the howls of wolves began to reach us from the darkness and shadows.

"Magic is a strange and brilliant thing, young Estel." I replied. I turned to the hobbits. "Stay near the fire and our magic will protect you from harm." They looked nervous, Frodo especially. But he was caring the ring of power, no one would judge him!

Boromir came and stood near us, staring darkly into the, well, dark.

Suddenly a wolf leapt towards Gandalf, only to fall back with a cry, Legolas's arrow in it's throat.

And the chapter has ended! Short and with a CLIFFHANGER! *cue scary music*

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