Whew! This is getting rather complicated. I appreciate everyone waiting so long! By the way, I got fifteen reviews on chapter eleven! I really appreciate all who reviewed and would appreciate more feedback. Thanks!

Recap of chapter eleven: Rabadash has entered a cave and was caught by someone. Elrond is traveling to Lothlórien to meet up with Galadriel to head to Minas Tirith. Lucy just received an Elven cloak. Susan met her captor, Prince Araakk, but Arwen is still drugged. Merry and Pippin have found something by pulling a rope. Peter and Edmund await the rider that is to come back from Minas Tirith.

Now, without further delay, I present to you: chapter twelve.

The Discovery of Detective Took and Inspector Brandybuck

Pippin spun around to see what Merry was pointing towards. Under the curtain, a section of the wall had moved to reveal a secret passage.

"I wonder where it leads." Pippin breathed his eyes wide in amazement.

"Let's go and find out!" Merry grinned eagerly, walking through the low arch into the dark passage.

"Detective Took and Inspector Brandybuck are on the case!" Pippin plunged in after his friend, but stopped abruptly. "Wait!" He cried.

Merry spun around, impatient. "What is it this time?"

"Shouldn't we retrieve a lantern first?" Pippin suggested.

"I guess we do need one." Merry agreed, nodding his head.

They both scampered down the stairs. A short time later they found a suitable lantern. They lit the wick and shut the lantern's door. With their tiny flame, the hobbits headed back to the council room.

Merry led the way into the tunnel. It was dark, but dry. Dust clung thickly to the stone walls. The air was still and heavy. The silence rang in the detectives' ears as they stealthily moved deeper into the passage.

The tunnel was twisty, but stayed fairly level. Suddenly, the passage split. One path went to the right, one to the left; the third continued straight ahead.

"Which way do you think we should go?" Pippin queried his voice pierced the quiet air like a thunderclap echoing off the walls of a mountain valley.

"Definitely straight," Merry stated decisively, leaping ahead.

Pippin followed close behind, not wanting to get lost. He kept glancing around, beginning to feel tense. Suddenly, he stopped. "Merry," He whispered, "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what? Don't try to scare me." He hissed.

"I'm not trying to scare you!" Pippin spluttered. "It sounded like a door opening."

"It's just your imagination." Merry assured him, turning around and marching up the passage.

Pippin quietly followed his companion, disagreeing. He knew he had heard something.

They marched for a few more paces, turned a corner, and ran smack up against a dead end.

"Oh great," Merry groaned, hitting his forehead with the palm of his hand.

Pippin leaned on the wall and sighed. "Now what should we d…ahhhh!" He shouted as the wall gave way. His arms flailed like a windmill as he fell backwards.

"Pippin!" Merry exclaimed as his friend fell out of sight.

Broad daylight flooded the corridor, making Merry blink several times before he spotted Pippin lying on the floor. He instantaneously jumped through the doorway that had been revealed. The door swung back and hit the wall with an earsplitting bang.

"That wasn't a dead end Merry, it was a doorway!" Pippin said, rubbing his aching head.

"I can see that!" Merry retorted, rolling his eyes in a playful manner. "I wonder if anyone else knows about these passages."

"I guess they know now. We've caused quite a commotion." Pippin's eyes quickly surveyed the room. It was empty and quiet. "This is Susan's room!" He yelled.

"How do you know?" Merry asked.

"Remember when we escorted her here after dinner?" Pippin inquired. "I saw the inside of her room and this is it!"

"Oh yes!" Merry smiled a mischievous gleam in his eye.

"Wait! Do you think passages are all over the castle?" Pippin pondered out loud, thinking hard.

"I guess we could find out, and after we are done come back here." Merry said.

"All right, we have a few hours before dinner." Pippin nodded.

They went back down the dark corridor with their lantern. The little flame gave off a tiny flicker as a light breeze blew down the hall. They trotted steadily towards the fork in the passage.

"Wait a minute, Pip." Merry stopped suddenly. He turned back toward Susan's room.

"What is wrong?" Pippin stepped closer to his friend.

"If these passages run throughout the castle…and if there is one in the council room… Pippin, do you know what this means!" Merry exclaimed.

"No." He said flatly.

"Our enemies used the door in the council room to shoot Susan's arrow! That means they must have taken the bow and quiver from her room…"

"Which means they must have kidnapped the two Queens from the dining hall," Pippin made the last connection.

"Correct! That means they must know about our plans…" Merry's eyes grew wide in alarm. "We have to tell Aragorn!"

Suddenly, the two were grabbed from behind by gruff, strong hands. "I think our little friends know a bit too much, don't you Anriden?"

Two swift blows were given to the poor hobbits and they both fell into darkness.

--

I awoke on the cold stone. Flipping over, I saw that Arwen was sitting against the wall. Her dark eyes stared coldly at the iron gate.

"Arwen?" I pushed my dark hair out of my face.

"Yes?" She replied turning her head towards me.

"Has anyone come?"

"Not as of yet," she sighed.

"How are you feeling?" I inquired, for this was the first time I was able to talk to her since the kidnapping.

"I feel a little faint and I have a peculiar taste in my mouth." She answered. "What has happened?"

"Some villain has kidnapped us." I informed her, irritated.

"Why? Do they want to harm us?"

"I don't know. I don't believe they want to harm us, but they are capable of doing anything." I said softly.

"Do you know of what race they belong?" She shifted her position.

"I have absolutely no idea. They are of dark complexion; appearing similar to the Calormens." I tried to describe the villain's features.

"Calormens – who are they?" Arwen glanced at me, obviously confused.

Silently, I chided myself. "I apologize. I had forgotten that the Calormens are a part of my own world. They live south of Narnia in a land called Calormen. Rich in culture, they live lavishly and do many things that find the disapproval of the Narnians." Explaining hastily, my eyes strayed to the glow that was coming from the hall. "I think someone is coming." I whispered.

Arwen gasped as I held my breath. Our muscles tensed. The sound of moving feet echoed off the walls into our ears. At the same moment, we stood; ready to face the danger that approached. My heart raced, making the blood rush into my cheeks. Curling my fingers into a fist, I set a hard expression on my face.

Momentarily, three men walked into our vision. One carried a bright torch, the other two hauled several limp lumps behind them. The gate clanged as the two men shoved the lumps through the doorway. Presently, they left muttering something in a language unknown to me.

Arwen gasped again, stooping down near the huddled bundles. "Law! Sen tîr!"

Now my expression changed to the look of confusion. "What did you say?"

"I spoke the words of my own people." She said, brushing back her dark hair. "Come here, there is one who needs your help."

I stepped closer, peering down at what she was examining. In the dim light, I barely made out the shapes of Merry and Pippin, unconscious. "Are they all right? How did they get captured?"

Stooping over Pippin, I inspected him with gentle hands. He had a knot on his head and a few scratches on his feet, likely because they had dragged him. "How is Merry?" I inquired, glancing in Arwen's direction.

"He has a few scratches, but I think he will be all right." She stated quietly. "What of Pippin?"

"He is in the same condition." Situating Pippin into a more comfortable position, I sat back. "I guess we will have to wait until they awake."

"I suppose that is the only thing we are able to do." Arwen sat back on her heels.

"Did you recognize what race our enemy comes from?" I queried keeping a careful eye on the two hobbits.

"No, I have never seen anyone of that sort before. Not in Rivendell or Minas Tirith. It is a mystery to me."

"You said no one has come to check on us before Merry and Pippin came, correct?"

"That is correct." She nodded.

I groaned. I wonder if they will give us anything to eat. My thoughts turned pessimistic. My stomach gnawed at my mind as my hunger grew. Slowly, my mind drifted to strange ideas. How are Peter and Edmund doing? I haven't thought about them in weeks. They are probably frantic about me, and they don't even know I'm stuck in an underground dungeon in a different world. I wish I hadn't said those rotten words to Peter before I fled. A lone tear trickled down my pale cheek and onto my filthy skirt.

Lucy…if only I could see her face one more time. Why didn't I treasure the people that were around me? Now I might never see them again. Abruptly, exhaustion over took me. I exhaled a mournful sigh as my mind drifted to sleep.

--

The cold draft that blew down the hall of the prison awoke me with a shiver. I stretched, looking over at Arwen. She sat with her feet curled under her legs and stared blankly at the wall.

"How are Merry and Pippin faring?" I yawned, pushing myself in an upright position.

"They are in the same condition as they were when you fell asleep." She replied bluntly.

We sat there in an awkward silence until she asked. "Susan? Do you miss Narnia?"

Staring at the cold stone floor, I replied. "Yes I do. I miss my country very much."

"What is the one thing that you miss most?"

"My brothers and sister, I have wonderful memories of them." I whispered.

"Tell me about some of your memories." She said, trying to keep the conversation going.

"Well, last year, my older brother Peter and I had a horse race on the beach. Cair Paravel, our castle, is next to the sea. We raced over the soft sand in a full gallop; I was in the lead when Peter suddenly fell off his mount. I quickly reined my horse towards him, but when I reached his side he was laughing. 'I guess we tied.' He said. 'You're just a sore loser.' I retorted. We started throwing handfuls of sand at each other and he chased me into the waves." I laughed.

"Another time, Edmund (he's my younger brother) and I had a snowball fight in the middle of a blizzard. We didn't wear any snow clothes, so by the time we were finished we were freezing and soaked through." My sides hurt from the laughter that shook my body.

"Lucy, my younger sister, and I were getting fitted for new ball gowns a few years ago. It had been our first fitting since becoming Queens. Mrs. Beaver, who was helping us with the dresses, kept accidentally sticking Lucy with the pins. Then she kept asking me to hold the pins. Now every time we get fitted for a new dress, we call ourselves the 'Pin Cushion Pair'." I smiled at the fond memory.

Arwen's eyes had a slight hint of shock in them. "It sounds like you have some interesting memories."

"Yes." I quieted a bit. "What about you? Do you miss Aragorn?"

"I miss him immensely." She answered, looking away.

"I'm sure he will come and rescue us soon." I said making an effort to sound confident.

"Maybe, but something will likely happen to us before he can come." She negatively sighed.

"Don't say such a thing. Trust in Aslan. He will get us through this mess." I encouraged.

"Who's Aslan?" She shot me a quizzical glance.

"Err… he's the king of Narnia. I mean, Peter is the High King, but Aslan is the King over all the kings. He's the lion that comes from over the sea." I elaborated. "Do you understand? He's like…" What's that word? "Um… Eru!"

"I understand a little." She responded.

Merry and Pippin started stirring. Arwen and I went to them. Merry moaned and opened his eyes. Blinking his eyes locked onto mine. "Pippin! It's Queen Susan!"

Pippin raised his head slowly. "Queen Susan!" He exclaimed wide awake in an instant. "We are so glad to see you!"

Merry studied the prison. "Where are we?"

I told them all about what we had discovered of our captors. "…and then the guards brought you both in and left." I finished.

Pippin plopped down at my side as Merry sat near the other. "Susan, we found out how they kidnapped you and Arwen!" He blabbed.

"Yes! There are secret passages that run throughout the castle. That's how they put the drug in the food you ate. Then when you passed out, they dragged you away through one of the secret tunnels. They have to know about Aragorn's plan to gather an army." Merry told the story.

"How did they catch you though?" I inquired.

"We were inspecting the castle in search of clues when we found the tunnels. No one knows about them except us. We were going to tell Aragorn when someone caught us from behind." Merry said.

"We have to find a way to get out." Pippin bit his lip in concentration. Then he ran up to the gate and rattled it, trying to make it budge. It did no good. Turning back he didn't lose any confidence. "Don't worry Susan, I will figure out a way to rescue you."

Merry rolled his eyes. "How exactly are you going to that?"

"I'll think of something." Pippin smiled slyly. He sat down and began to think.

"I think we should try to tunnel out. Gimli told me a story about that one time." Merry suggested.

"I'm afraid that won't work, Merry. These walls are solid rock." I looked down at him with a sad smile.

Meanwhile Pippin was in deep thought. Suddenly, his head shot up and he snapped his fingers. "I got it!"

--

Three days later, Gandalf galloped through the gates of Edoras. Shadowfax scrambled up the steps of the Golden Hall, coming to a screeching halt.

Recognizing the wizard, the guards flung the doors open. Gandalf vaulted of his mount and rushed into the fortress. "Where is the king?" He bellowed, his voice echoing off the high ceiling.

Within a minute Eomer strode rapidly into the hall. "Mithrandir," He exclaimed, his face filling with concern, "Is something amiss?"

"Eomer, call all dignitaries to this council, we must discuss an important matter immediately." Gandalf ordered.

--

"Do you think we will ever find Susan?" Peter sighed, propping himself up on his elbows.

Edmund leaned back from their game of chess. "We have to find her. It would be grievous for the Narnians if we did not return with her."

"It would be grievous indeed, and there's another thought. How are we going to return to Cair Paravel?" Peter responded playing with the fringe of the rug they were sitting upon.

"I don't know, but Aslan knows. He has this whole situation planned out." Edmund said quietly, staring at his silver chess king.

"Yes, but why did He let Su disappear in the first place?"

"We might not know until we reach Aslan's Country." Edmund stated, studying his brother's face.

"I know, but this effort seems hopeless and is frustrating." Peter's blue eyes danced across the golden swirls that decorated the hunter green carpet. "We don't even know if she is here in Middle Earth!"

A rap sounded on the heavy wooden door. Edmund jumped up from the floor and went to answer the knock. Faramir stood on the threshold.

"King Eomer needs to see you upon an urgent affair."

Peter gave Edmund an anxious glance as he stood. Grasping his brother's cloak, Peter tossed the material to him. Taking up his own cloak, he slung it over his broad shoulders and secured the golden clasp.

They followed Faramir silently down the corridor, wondering why Eomer wanted to see them. A moment or two later, they entered the hall.

An older gentleman, that was clothed in white from head to toe, stood near the King of Rohan. In his knobby hand he held a smooth staff that seemed to bestow a glow upon everything near it.

Frodo and Sam were standing in the center of the room looking expressionless. Sam appeared to be in deep thought as he scratched his head absentmindedly. Frodo observed the Narnian kings as they entered the room.

Halindin and Eomin stood stalk still behind Eomer's throne. Their faces were like stone as they paid attention to every movement in the hall.

Eowyn stood in the shadow of the gentleman in white. Compared to the men in the room, she looked like a dewy rose on a summer morning. The only hint one had of her true personality was the sword that hung at her hip.

The group turned and stared at Peter and Edmund as they walked closer. Everyone seemed to be speculating the two brother kings, especially the older gentleman.

"Welcome King Peter and King Edmund." Eomer said, breaking the tense silence.

"King Eomer," Edmund nodded as Peter gave a swift bow.

"I have called you here upon finding some information about your sister," Eomer instantly started business. "But first, this is Mithrandir. He is a loyal ally."

"Tis a great honor to meet you, Mithrandir." Peter stepped forward and gave a formal Narnian bow. "I am Peter. This is my brother, Edmund." Peter smiled as Edmund sauntered up.

"I have heard much about the both of you." Gandalf replied properly.

"Might I ask from whom?" Edmund's eyebrows shot up.

"Your sister, Queen Susan, has told me about you." He replied.

"You know where our sister is?" Peter exclaimed, relief filling his face.

"That is the evil. We have called you to council upon that matter." Eomer spoke his voice loud and filled with anger.

Peter and Edmund turned to him. "What do you mean?" Peter squinted, confused.

"A great evil has befallen us. Some unknown enemy has gathered his cohorts to him, including the Orcs, Goblins, and fell beasts. This villain has somehow managed to kidnap your sister and Gondor's Queen, Arwen." Gandalf said gravely.

Edmund's face filled with a rage that had never been seen so intensely on the Just King's face. He unleashed his blade. "I shall slit their throats until I find my sister. They shall receive no mercy from me." His ears burned with fury.

Peter, who was much more collected, asked. "What is our course of action?"

"We are to gather our army to Minas Tirith. I have commanded Eomer to ride for the city with his horsemen." Gandalf nodded at Eomer. "I will take you, Edmund, Frodo, and Sam to Isenguard to see if the Ents will join with us."

"What of Queen Arwen and Susan?" Edmund's forehead was creased with concern.

"At the moment we do not know where they are, nor do we know the identity of the enemy." Faramir informed, stepping forward. "We have to be prepared for war while we try to find out more information about our foe and where he is holding the Queens captive."

"So, to put it bluntly, we are just going to leave the Queens to fend for themselves?" Edmund's voice rose as his anger boiled.

"We do not know where they are being held captive, nor do we know the identity of our foe." Eomer stated again with a hard look on his face. "There is nothing we can do to save them at this point. We do, however, need to be prepared for battle."

"When do we leave for Isenguard?" Peter inquired, putting a hand on Edmund's shoulder trying to cool him down.

"As soon as you are ready to depart," Gandalf said.

"We'll be ready within the hour." Peter stated.

--

Peter tightened the saddle's girth positioning it on his steed's back. "Are you almost ready Ed?"

Muttering something under his breath he replied, "Yes." A livid edge, colored his tone.

"What's the matter with you?" Peter stopped and looked at his brother. "You almost lost your temper in there, something that you don't often do when we are in council."

"I'm just aggravated." He said, avoiding his brother's gaze. He sighed. "I just don't see the point of gathering an army and marching to Minas Tirith when we don't even know who our enemy is! Susan and Queen Arwen are in danger. Every minute that ticks by could lead to something disastrous!" He snapped his stirrup in place, making his horse jump.

Edmund lead his bay mare out of the stall. Swinging into the saddle, he said. "I'll see you later."

"Where are you going?" Peter called after him as his brother trotted out of the barn.

"I'm riding to Minas Tirith with Eomer!" He shouted over his shoulder, riding out into the early afternoon sunshine.

Peter jumped on this stallion and bolted after his brother. Catching up with him, he grasped his brother's rein. "Ed-"

"Leave me alone, Peter. I've already made up my mind." Edmund tried to pull his horse away from Peter, but the High King held the rein firm. "If no one will try to find Susan and Queen Arwen, I will."

"Edmund, listen to me, you are not going to Minas Tirith. I'm not loosing you as well as Susan." Peter said stubbornly.

Before Edmund could protest, Sam and Frodo trotted up next to them on their ponies. "Gandalf is almost ready. He will be here shortly." Frodo told them, not noticing the tension going on between the two kings.

Edmund shot Peter a defying glare, but he took no notice. "Do you know how long it takes to get to Isenguard?"

"Yes, it takes about a day's ride." Frodo answered.

Sam was silent, showing no emotion. Gandalf rode up on Shadowfax and took his place in the front of the group. Without saying a word, they rode out of Edoras.

Edmund lagged behind as they galloped across the plain. His thoughts were dark, filled with sadness. He didn't know why he felt so enraged, but he knew that he wanted his sister back. His first priority was keeping Susan safe, but it seemed impossible with everything else that was going on.

--

The shape of a large man with a bulky frame rushed at Rabadash with his sword drawn. "I repeat; who goes there?" He demanded in a booming voice.

Rabadash squared his shoulders. "It is I, Prince Rabadash, hailing from the land of Calormen."

The guard came clearly into view and sneered. "I know of Prince Araakk only. Who are you stranger and how did you come here?"

"Where is here exactly?" Rabadash asked confidently, studying the man.

He was broad shouldered and bald. His skin tone matched Rabadash's own almost perfectly and he had a gold nose ring. He had dark eyes that glinted with malice. In his beefy hand he wielded a long sword.

"You're a strange one aren't you?" The guard grinned, revealing his decayed teeth. "Come with me." He motioned, sheathing his blade.

"Why should I follow you?" Rabadash queried apprehensively.

"I'll take you to Lord Adrinnd; he will know what to do with you." The ragtag solider laughed cruelly.

Suddenly, as fast as lightning, the guard clamped his huge hand around Rabadash's wrist. Reacting instantly, Rabadash struggled to pull away. With his free hand, he drew his scimitar, but the guard had fast reflexes, and whipped his own blade out.

The two fought intensely until other guards joined the fray. Shortly, Rabadash was overpowered. They roughly bound him and dragged him deeper into their lair.

They entered a room where a great fire burned. The stone ceiling soared above Rabadash's head. A great table stood in the center of the room.

In a dark wooden chair sat a man with bulging muscles and pitch black hair that hung in dreadlocks. He wore a dark cloak that rolled around his figure in an ominous way. In his ear a sliver earring dangled and he had beady eyes.

"What have you brought to me?" He sneered in an irritated way.

"M'lord, I have brought a foreigner that I found spying in the back of the cave." The guard bowed, replying hastily.

"I am not a spy! I don't even know where I am, nor do I know who you are." Rabadash protested, irate that he would be falsely accused of something.

"So, you say." Lord Adrinnd stated, crossing his arms over his chest. "What is your name? Where are you from?"

"I am Prince Rabadash, hailing from the great land of Calormen." He said proudly, being rather foolish for announcing his title.

"Prince Rabadash?" Adrinnd spat. "It sounds as if you are trying to bluff me. Where is this 'Calormen'?"

"South of Narnia, across the Great Desert," Rabadash's eyes flashed. How dare he imply that Rabadash was a liar!

"Did you say Narnia?" A younger man that had been standing in the shadows stepped forward.

"Yes, I did." Rabadash eyed the stranger warily.

"Did I ask you to speak, Araakk?" Lord Adrinnd reprimanded harshly.

"Father," Araakk continued, "One of our prisoners is from Narnia."

Lord Adrinnd's eyebrow shot up. Glancing at his son he inquired, "Really?"

"Where am I? What is your prisoner's name? Why do you have a prisoner from Narnia?" Rabadash's questions came thick and fast.

"That none of your business," Adrinnd said. "I will tell you that you are in a world called Middle Earth."

"Middle Earth?" Rabadash's suspicion rose. "Now you are trying to bluff me."

"No I'm not," Adrinnd said bluntly. "Actually, I know how to return you to your own world, but I guess, since you think I'm bluffing, you don't want me to tell you how to get back."

"Fine, I believe you; tell me how to get back into my own world." Rabadash stated sarcastically, still wondering about the Narnian prisoner.

"Good, but you will have to work for me first. You see, we are on the edge of a great battle, and I need your service before I return you to your own world." He cunningly said.

"What do you want me to do?" Rabadash queried cautiously. Maybe he could find out more about the prisoner.

"I need you as a lookout. Do you concur?" Adrinnd inquired.

Rabadash paused, "Yes."

--

Lucy sat near the fire one of the Elves had built. Elrond's troop had arrived in Lothlórien a few days ago. The next morning they had set out for Minas Tirith. Sadly, Lucy had to say farewell to Arriah.

This was the first night after their departure from Lothlórien and Lucy sat deep in thought, staring into the flickering flames. She thought about her siblings and of Mr. Tumnus back at Cair Paravel. Without realizing it, she closed her eyes, slipping into prayer.

A young Elven warrior sat down near her, he began to sharpen his blade with a file. He was dressed in a midnight blue cloak and had light weight black boots on. His extremely light blond hair fell mid-length down his back and his sharp green eyes were trained on his blade. He was silent, but from time to time he glanced at Lucy, watching her as she prayed.

Lucy reopened her eyes, a tear trailing down her cheek. Sniffing, she flicked the tear off of her skin.

"Are you all right, Miss?" The warrior inquired softly.

She snapped her head towards him, "Oh, I didn't know you were there."

"I apologize for startling you." He looked back down at his work.

"That's all right, and to answer your question, I'm fine." Lucy smiled. "What's your name?"

"Beriadan, Miss," he stated. "And whom might I be addressing?"

"I'm Lucy." She responded, glancing up at the vast starlit sky.

"Are you the Queen from the other world?" He queried, a curious expression crossing his face.

"Yes," She blushed, looking away. "Where are you from?"

"My home is in Rivendel, Queen Lucy." His sword gleamed in the firelight.

"Beriadan," another warrior called, walking up to their fire.

"Yes, sir?" he said, putting his file away.

"Lord Elrond needs to speak with you immediately." The older Elf commanded.

"Yes, sir," he nodded, turning back to Lucy, "It was nice to meet you, Queen Lucy. I will see you in the morning." He waved a farewell.

"Goodnight," She answered.

--

Aragorn met Legolas and Gimli for dinner. They ate quietly in a small room. No one wanted to speak of the tragedy that had occurred.

Gimli was the first to break the tense silence. "When do you think Gandalf will return?"

"Honestly, I don't know." Aragorn said gently. Then a troubled expression danced across his face, "Do you know where Merry and Pippin are? I haven't seen them all day."

"No," Gimli took a huge bite of meat, chewing loudly.

"I saw them this morning, but haven't seen them since." Legolas spoke. "Wait," he stopped. "When I spoke to them earlier, they said that they were looking for Susan and Arwen…" His voice tapered off.

"Oh no," Aragorn groaned, covering his hands with his face. "They must have fallen into trouble."

"We should look for them." Gimli suggested.

"Yes, we should," Legolas affirmed, "but what if they were captured by our unknown foe?"

Aragorn groaned again. Could things get any worse?