Hey Foxy here, I just wanted to say that I haven't decided to end this story! I've just been going through a lot lately and haven't been able to bring my self to write more because every thing I try to write just doesn't seem to be enough. I'm sorry that I haven't posted in months! I'll try to post a chapter over Christmas as I'm leaving five days for the Gulf Coast, maybe I'll find some inspiration while I'm there. I've actually started part of the next chapter I just haven't gotten around to finishing it so I'm sure when I feel up to it I'll have it out in no time! We'll thank you readers and I'm sorry for the disappointment I'll try to redeem myself!

Much love,

Foxy

Here's a little sneak peak!

I jumped back out of reach as Boromirs' sword came swiftly toward me from the left. I danced away from his flurry of strikes. It took a lot less energy for me to avoid him then to parry his moves considering he was so much stronger then me. Plus I knew it annoyed him endlessly. He was getting tired and puffing air from his lungs as he made his attacks. We'd been going at it for a good 45 minutes and he had yet to make any contact with me. While I had successfully knocked him on his ass about 9 times without even using my sword.

He roared in frustration as I ducked under a swing at my neck. I went all the way to the ground and kicked up at him successfully throwing him over my head. He growled as he got back to his feet. His frustration was more then amusing. Maybe this training idea of Aragorns wasn't such a bad idea after all I grinned impishly at him.

" Enough!" Aragorn barked. " Adriana come here." he sounded somewhat frustrated. I trotted up next to him and sheathed my sword. " What do you think your doing?" He asked harshly.

I looked at him in shock. I could hear the hobbits giggling quietly behind there hands. I glared at them and saw Gimli kick Pippin in the shin as he laughed harder. I looked back at Aragorn. Why was he angry with me? " What does it look like I'm doing!"

" It looks like your avoiding Boromir to make him angry and frustrated. The idea of this training session is to improve your skills with a blade not avoid the enemy." the corner of his lip turned up slightly, " Although you seem to be quite proficient at it." I grinned and he patted me on the back. " Go." He shoved me off back in Boromirs' direction. He'd taken the opportunity to sit a catch his breath. I moved across from him and unsheathed my twin blades. He stood up, and stood at the ready.

I spoke, " Let's go." I twirled both expertly in my hands. He came at me hard but instead of dancing away I stood my ground. I caught his sword with my left and rolled with it around to his back. I hit him with the flat of my right blade in warning. He obviously didn't give me enough credit for the skill I possessed with my blades. I didn't give him time to turn and face me as I came at it. My attacks were fast and accurate. He was losing ground quickly so I backed off and let him come at me . . . after all it was a training session. He came at me his first strike coming to my right side. I of course blocked with both my swords and pushed him away, his next strike was more well placed but I caught it in the X of my swords and twisted it. His sword was sent flying. I didn't waste any time in dropping down and taking his feet out from underneath him. Seconds later I had him pined to the ground my foot and sword at his troat.

" Yield." I said, it wasn't a question. He breathed in deeply and nodded as much as his position would allow. I removed my foot and sword and sheeted them both behind my back. I turned toward Aragorn and the others whom were simply looking at me as if I'd grown another head.

" Anyone else." I said loudly enough for all of them to hear. There was along pause before someone finally pipped up and it was someone whom I least expected.

" I except your challenge." I turned around as Glorfindel walked out from the woodland. I blanched as he walked closer to me, it was then I realized how much bigger he was then me. He was almost a foot taller than my 5'7" frame. I gulped but nodded anyway. He unsheathed his sword in one fluid motion as I unsheathed mine.

I'll don't want to ruin it all so I'll stop here! Until next we meet!