Happy late Valentine's Day/Single Awareness Day! I do hope everyone was able to each chocolates and other such candy until they felt as though they were going to burst! Because really that's the only way to celebrate such a holiday xD

Just thought I'd clear up some confusion that was brought up by xxz0eyxx: Legolas shooting down the Fell Beast happened in the book and I thought it was super cool. So in case anyone hadn't read the book, I mentioned how amazing the action was. Since I'm keeping this story trained on the movie, the scene will not be in a chapter. So sorry to confuse anyone! It was not my intention. Forgive me? Please?

Then in answer to Bella1908: Nia's hands twitch when she's nervous or uncertain. Basically it's her nervous habit. Rather than have a typical biting of the lip or playing with the hair approach, I decided to try something new. I hope this makes sense :)

My Author's Challenge for this chapter shall be "Amon Hen" because, as we all know, this is the place where things get serious. DUN DUN DUNNNNN (Yes, the piano noise was necessary). And do you girls/guys want/like having a second Author's Challenge where you answer a random question? Because look! There's one now! Hehheh.

Happy Reading!

~MisticLight

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Boromir avoided Aragorn all throughout the following morning. He refused to stand near his fellow Man, choosing instead to cross to the opposite side of the encampment whenever they were close. His eyes were also quite timid for they would shy away from even the smallest of glances. Clearly something was wrong with him. Why else would the strongest in our Company suddenly fall weak?

I was not the only one to notice his strange behavior either. One look at Legolas told me he sensed the Man's troubles as well. We had heard Boromir's shouts the previous night, so Legolas's recognition was understandable. What surprised me though was when one of the Hobbits softly tugged at the corner of my jerkin. I turned to the little creature, blinking back in surprise when my eyes found Frodo. He had hardly ever spoken since leaving Lórien, least of all to me.

"Why are you watching Boromir so closely?" He quietly asked, his eyes hardly meeting mine.

I lowered myself to his level with a soft sigh, "I am concerned for him. He appears anxious with his avoidance of Aragorn, which is not in his usual nature. I fear what actions Boromir may do in his desperate state."

Frodo's eyes widened for a moment, a sense of alarm tainting the edges. "Did you hear his quarrel with Aragorn then?"

"With Aragorn?" I was taken aback by this, but overcame my shock with a shake of my head. "Legolas and I heard Boromir shout, but we were too far out to comprehend much else. There was an argument amongst the Men?"

"Yes, though I dare not say what of." His eyes, full of hesitation and panic, traveled to our companion, "Boromir is a friend, but I cannot help but feel as though something else has occupied his mind as of late. I'm afraid to think of what it is… the reason behind his and Aragorn's dispute."

I noticed the Hobbit's small hand absentmindedly travel to his chest as he spoke. He clutched the fabric under his collarbone, or more specifically, the object beneath his shirt: the Ring of Power. Knowing he should probably not be brushing against the trinket, I immediately snatched his hand away. Even though fabric lied between my fingers and the Ring, I could not hold back a wince as the darkened energy flashed through my mind. I held fast to Frodo's hand though and pretended my cringe was part of a sigh: I did not wish to disturb him or allow him to think I was affected. "I will not lie to you Frodo, I too sense Boromir's diverted attention. However, this occurrence may be fleeting. We are drawing ever closer to the borders of Gondor, his homeland. I would not be surprised if this was the reasoning behind his troubles."

"What if I am the cause? Perhaps it would be best if I left…" He immediately bit his lip, as though he had said too much on the matter. I pretended not to notice.

"Frodo that is nonsense!" I laughed at the Hobbit, though my humor subsided when his eyes finally turned to mine again. Then I sighed. I did not think of myself as a consoler by any means, yet Frodo's pained expression was forcing me to become one. What am I supposed to say? I knew I had to at least try something, even if my words failed. "You least of all should deem yourself burdensome for it is the remaining eight in this Fellowship who have pledged our allegiance to you. If Boromir's mind truly is poisoned by some other factor, there are others willing to assist you and calm him before a catastrophe happens." He still seemed disheartened, despite my attempt at lifting his spirits. It was frustrating, even though I hadn't expected much from my words. Nonetheless, I gently squeezed the hand cupped within mine. "Just promise not to go wandering off, Master Baggins."

My final comment took a moment for Frodo to process, but he briefly smiled once he comprehended them. Except by my eyes he still appeared conflicted. No doubt he would be in a downcast state for the remainder of the day, but I did feel assured by his soft smile. There must be some lightheartedness left within his small body, else he would not have had the effort to react in such a way.

In short, I was not worried about Frodo.

However, I was troubled by a shadowy feeling slowly growing in the back of my mind. The sensation first awoke the previous night when Boromir stood alone after his apparent argument with Aragorn. I had hoped my senses had misled me then, but upon still discovering its presence, I knew something else was at play. My concern with Boromir and conversation with Frodo had temporarily distracted me away from the dark essence, but the shadow returned shortly after the day's paddle down the Great River began.

I tried to remain alert as we rowed, but each stroke South rose the surrounding landscape out of my sight. Rock took place of tree, with the cliffs towering high above us. They reached heights even greater than the mallorn trees I was raised under. The sight was impressive, though highly irritable. How was I to secure the safety of the Fellowship if constricted to the sight of rocks?

Eventually, in a state of exasperation, I quickly glanced back at Legolas, "Can you see above the cliffs?"

"I can see little above their sharp edges," he admitted shortly after my question. I outwardly huffed my displeasure. "Can you hear any disturbances?"

For a moment I shut my eyes, allowing for my hearing to take full control of my senses. Regretfully all was rather still. "There is nothing. I can hear only the rushing of the Anduin and our paddles splashing against the water. Seldom now have birds flown overhead… not even Gollum has made an appearance. This lack of movement unsettles me."

"Unsettles you?" Gimli laughed from the front. He spun around slightly to better look at me, "How could you possibly be troubled? No movement means nothing is happening! We are perfectly safe."

"On the contrary, Gimli, when nothing is neither heard nor seen, it could just as well mean danger. A creature could presently be so near to us that they are using every ounce of their concentration to remain hidden." I noticed Gimli's eyes travel to the few branches leaning over the cliff's edges. My own vision followed just as a soft wind began to stir. "There is a threatening sense tainting the air."

The Dwarf shuddered at the timing of my sentence, which only caused a smile to break through my once motionless face. "Aye, that there's a thought, especially with the growing hills of Emyn Muil becoming quite intimidating by my standards."

"Emyn Muil? Are we truly so close to that range of hills?"

I excitedly leaned forward to hear Gimli's reply, ultimately causing the boat to rock slightly. Seldom had I been near immense hills and mountains, none of which had been Emyn Muil. The distance was so far from Lórien that visiting was never considered. I was actually anticipating the moment my eyes would finally see the highest peak.

Gimli bellowed out a hearty laugh, "You are practically in them now, lass!"

"So, unless my memory fails me, this means we are also approaching the…"

"The Argonath?" Legolas finished from behind. A smile softened his features when I nodded back at him. He remained silent though, opting instead to incline his head forward with his eyes latched onto the path ahead. Immediately I twisted back around in my seat, gasping at the sight slowly emerging from around a corner of stone.

The only scene more enthralling than Emyn Muil was the Pillars of the Kings. I had silently been waiting for the day the Fellowship would come across the statues, and seeing them now before me took my breath away. The figures each held out a long grey hand in warning while their other clutched a weapon. A helmet was placed atop each statue's clouded expression, demonstrating the power and majesty they held despite the crumbling world around them. Truly this was one of the greatest accomplishments of Men.

"Isildur and Anárion, the sons of Elendil," Legolas admired. A similar state of awe had already descended upon Gimli and I, although we were too astonished to say anything.

My entire body tingled the nearer we came to the statures, which in turn had an interesting effect on my rowing: I could hardly feel the paddle in my palms, which made rowing difficult, and yet I pushed myself to stroke more swiftly. I wanted to be at the feet of the past Kings of Men as quickly as possible.

At first Legolas didn't know how to act with my sudden speed, I could tell because I heard his paddling fall out of sync for a moment, but he seemed to understand my desire to reach the statues and so quickened his stroke too. His observation was quite impressive. And because of our combined efforts we were able to swiftly pass Boromir's boat, though we failed to surpass Aragorn's before passing through the Argonath.

I was unaware of how enormous the statues actually were until we rowed alongside them. They towered over us. Simply the toe of Isildur was larger than one of our boats! None could help but gaze up at the cracked gray figurines. A great craftsman had dedicated his or her time to accurately create such beauty, a dedication I humbly admired. My heart pounded slightly in admiration of both the person and the creation.

"Nia," a soft voice pulled me from my trance. I was not pleased with the interruption and so glared at Legolas for his intrusion, but I'm sure my face was still mystified and thus my glower held no effect. His brows were risen when he responded, though I did notice his eyes dart to the statues a few times as he spoke, "You must not forget to paddle."

"Oh," I exhaled. My mouth held to the single word even after I expressed it. Embarrassment coursed through my veins, though the only sign I gave of the emotion was the tightening of my hands upon the paddle. I offered Legolas a forced smile and short chuckle before returning to my task.

Small portions of land formed after we passed through the gap of the Pillars of the Kings, which was a relief because now the trees were in a reachable location. Trees have always been a comfort to me, especially now since they reminded me of home. I had missed their immediate presence. Besides, the cliffs were nearly unbearable. Only two thoughts aided me as we rowed between the rocks: I was in the company of friends, and we would be passing through even steeper cliffs as we headed towards Mordor. I had to accept this fate eventually.

Besides the return of the marvelous trees, the Fellowship entered Lake Nen Hithoel. Directly before us on the South end of the Lake stood the three hills: the Eastern Amon Lhaw, the impassable Tol Brandir, and the Western Amon Hen. All around Emyn Muil rose from the earth, though the cliffs seemed greater on the Eastern shore. My eyes slid over each and every peak as Legolas and I followed Aragorn while my ears rang from the crashing sounds emitting from the Falls of Rauros. The mist of the pouring water casted a slight fog around the base of Tol Brandir.

"This is quite marvelous," I lightly commented at length between strokes, "though the center of Nen Hithoel is not the most pleasing of places."

Gimli snuck another look at me, "Feeling unsettled again, are we? Perhaps you are detecting another threat: a creature lurking in the Lake perhaps?"

He could hardly finish his sentence before chortles came spewing from his lips. I was tempted to knock Gimli into the water with my paddle, but I'm positive none of the Fellowship would forgive me for such a crime. Thus I was forced to limit my irritation to mere words, "Do not mock me, Gimli. I am simply not use to being surrounded by anything but trees. So if you must know, there may be a slight chance I am feeling a bit intimidated by the change of landscape… though you must not consider that an admittance by any means. Regardless of our positioning, there is still something foul in the air. I would be on my guard if I were you, Master Dwarf."

Gimli's face went entirely red by the time I finished speaking. He began to mumble amongst my grin, "Be on my guard? I'd do just fine on my own. No sense in telling me what to do."

"Gimli, Nia, you must calm yourselves," Legolas lightly said from behind. "Listen to the falls and admire the beauty of Nen Hithoel. I do not believe we will be graced with such beauty for much longer."

"I will be at peace when a certain Elf is silent," Gimli said without even looking back.

Although I knew his comment was directed towards me, I forced a gasp, "Gimli! How dare you speak of Legolas in such a fashion!"

Immediately the Dwarf began to bellow out his laughter, but nothing stirred from Legolas. I turned to him, meaning to further my jest with a proud smirk, but finding his eyes instead. His penetrating gaze, angled head, and raised brows washed the smile from my face, though I cannot explain how. Something lifted my stomach for a moment. I wasn't particularly fond of the foreign feeling and thus furrowed my brows at him.

"Have it your way then, Legolas. I will be calm." I quickly returned to my normal sitting arrangement, but leaned towards Gimli before continuing to row. "I assure you I will not yield so easily next time, Gimli."

"We'll see about that, lass," he smirked. I shook my head with a huff in response as I took up the paddle again.

No one spoke another word throughout the remainder of our time upon Nen Hithoel, which I was actually quite content with. The sound from the Falls of Rauros grew the closer Aragorn led us towards it, as did the current. So powerful it became that great strength was needed when we finally turned our boats westward near the edge of the falls. Since my boat held two rowers, Legolas and I had a more difficult time controlling our boat than Boromir and Aragorn had. We would have spun in a full circle had Gimli not shifted his weight to the side. He was most offended with his success at steadying the boat, despite Legolas and I trying to explain his weight had nothing to do with it. The Dwarf remained stubborn though, as usual, and refused to accept our comfort.

I never thought Dwarves would be so sensitive over such trivial matters, I thought with yet another shake of my head.

Nevertheless, Aragorn was able to successfully lead our Company onto the banks of Amon Hen. We simply rowed our boats right onto the rocky shoreline without a moment's hesitation. Those inside were just as quick to leave too. I had hardly finished my final stork and already Legolas and Gimli stood on either side of our boat. I was not as hasty as them—neither was Boromir, I noticed—and so decided to briefly observe our surroundings as I tucked away my paddle.

The shore was relatively flat and covered with both gravel and portions of rubble; clearly this was the lawn of Parth Galen. A thick forest surrounded the lawn, and even through the trees I spotted more ruins. They were aged and covered in moss, having been constructed in the early days of Gondor. The trees then morphed with the gentle slopes of the land and lined the remaining curves of the westward shore. Our Fellowship encampment was emerging just underneath the shadow of Tol Brandir with the Falls of Rauros lying directly beside us. Since we were so close, I knew the crossing to Amon Lhaw would prove to be difficult. Already I was regretting that battle with the current.

Thinking of the upcoming trek nearly caused me to groan. The only reason it caught in my throat was because a hand had made its appearance before me. I confusingly stared at the open palm for a few seconds before my thoughts finally caught up with me and I looked to its owner. I can't exactly say I was too surprised at finding Legolas standing there, with a smile on his face and an outreached arm.

"I do not need any assistance," I protested, batting away his hand. However, his palm only reemerged in my vision. When I looked to Legolas with narrowed eyes, he only continued to grin.

"And this is coming from the one who has looked around for so long that she has yet to exit the boat." His jaunty remark had me glaring again, though I did take a moment to look to the other boats and discover I was in fact the only one left still sitting inside the Elven vessel.

With a defeated sigh I grasped Legolas's hand and allowed him to help me out. My boots splashed against the water upon exiting, though I cared little for my sodden footwear once I fully faced Legolas mock smile. "Thank you, Legolas. Although your assistance was not particularly wanted, it was appreciated."

"And I feel honored for receiving such gratitude," he replied with a chuckle.

I hadn't exactly expected such a light reply and so found myself lacking any form of response. I am uncertain for how long I bewilderingly stared at Legolas with a tilted head and mouth slightly parted before my senses came back to me and I realized we were still holding hands. Instantly I slipped my hand away, a rush of embarrassment unfortunately finding my face. "Perhaps we should start unloading the boat…"

With the simple shrug of his shoulders we began to remove the supplies from our boat. Actually, from all three boats with the assistance of Aragorn because Boromir had gone to collect firewood for Gimli's growing fire. Merry also went looking for kindling, but the remaining Hobbits relaxed upon Parth Galen. The only other movement done was by Pippin, but that was only because he wanted to take the first parcel of food I removed. I let the young Hobbit have the food without any protest. At least he had the decency to scramble to his feet and grab it as opposed to waiting for my delivery.

We were nearly finished with the supplies when the darkening feeling from before returned even stronger than it had been. This time I could not ignore the sensation.

"Legolas," my call to him was low since the Ellon was already beside me. All I needed was his attention. "Does something feel off to you?"

He nodded, "Dark thoughts have been plaguing my mind since this last night, although now they are more powerful than before. Do you know what it is?"

"I cannot say that I do. The feeling is definitely dangerous though." My fingers nervously twitched by my side as I concentrated more on the possible threat. There was a chance the feeling could be nothing, although such a chance was unlikely since Legolas felt the same. We needed to observe the clearing.

"Here," I said at length, thrusting multiple supplies into his arms, "take these and look to the forest. I shall join you shortly."

He followed my instructions without pause. We both wanted our investigation to appear natural so as to not worry the Fellowship. It would be pointless to burden them if there was nothing to fear. If something foul was approaching, then at least we would have time to take action.

After watching Legolas pile the supplies near the fire and separating himself from the others, I turned back to the remaining supplies. As I did, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the water by my feet. The Elf staring back at me resembled nothing from what I remembered in Lórien. This Elleth was far more pressured and incrusted, yet she was happy; far happier than she had been for some time. I did not like these differences. How could happiness thrive when so far from home?

This analysis needs to stop. Why am I even looking at myself? There are far more important matters to deal with at the moment. I scoffed at the water before giving it a good solid kick. I then gathered what was left of the rolled blankets and turned my back to the Great River. Reflections often tempt the mind to lie anyway.

Aragorn was by my side as I emerged from the water, blankets of his own draped across his arm. Something seemed to cross his mind when he glanced at me, and he was quick to address this thought with the Fellowship. "We cross the lake at nightfall. Hide the boats and continue on foot. We approach Mordor from the North."

I walked with him up the banks of Amon Hen, pausing only when he did by Gimli and Pippin. Aragorn plopped his supplies to the ground near the fire, but I held fast to mine. I did not wish to place the blanket I would use so far from the trees.

"Oh, yes? Just a simple matter of finding our way through Emyn Muil…" Upon hearing the Dwarf, I lifted my gaze from the fire to him. He held his ax at his side and his face was void of all emotion, unlike Pippin's which was frozen stiff with fear. "… an impassable labyrinth of razor-sharp rocks. And after that, it gets even better!"

"This is foolish," I muttered into Aragorn's ear. I noticed a slight smirk cross his face as I turned from him.

Gimli's complaints then became but an echo in my mind as I approached Legolas, "Festering, stinking marshlands as far as the eye can see."

When I reached the edge of the forest, I simply tossed the supplies to my side and joined my companion. I could always fix whatever mess I made later. "Have you seen anything?"

"No," he did not turn his vision from the forest, "but the feeling grows with each passing second."

"And with every step," I added as my eyes traced the trees. "I fear something is approaching us." Although Legolas made no further reply, I knew his opinion matched mine.

I tried to listen for any misplaced movement, but all my ears could catch was the nearby conversation between Aragorn and Gimli. "That is our road… I suggest you take some rest and recover your strength, Master Dwarf."

"Recover my-" I heard the Dwarf huff out his annoyance with Aragorn's advice rather than finish his sentence. The comment probably ruined his pride, as it would have mine.

I nudged Legolas's shoulder, "Perhaps we should tell Aragorn."

Rather than verbally replying to my suggestion, Legolas walked back to his friend without so much as a head nod. This action upset me, for obvious reasons, so I made sure to take revenge. I cut in front of him, nearly forcing myself between him and Aragorn, and expressed our shared concern before he could. "Aragorn, we cannot linger here."

"We should leave now," Legolas added at my side. I looked to him briefly, affirming his comment with a single nod of my head.

Aragorn's eyes darted between the two of us with a hint of disbelief embedded within his furrowed brows. "No. Orcs patrol the eastern shore. We must wait for cover of darkness."

"And yet darkness may be our downfall," I warned through narrowed eyes. Aragorn's own eyes latched onto mine, searching for some form of clarification.

"It is not the eastern shore that worries us," Legolas explained in a much calmer tone. My gaze drifted back to the Parth Galen forest as he spoke. "A shadow and a threat has been growing in both our minds… Something draws near." Through the corner of my eyes I saw Legolas's head snap back to Aragorn. Mine followed after another brief sweep of the surrounding trees. "I can feel it."

"As can I," I said only when the Man's eyes met mine again. He was deeply considering Legolas and I's claim, I could tell by his slightly narrowed eyes and suddenly creased forehead. "We each detected the shadow yesterday, and it has only increased since arriving upon the shores of Amon Hen. Aragorn, if you do not wish to heed our advice at least allow us to scour the forest. I realize we will only dwell here for a few hours, but would you not rather spend those hours in peace?"

Aragorn turned from me in thought, and I turned to Legolas. We shared a look filled with both hope and concern. Since only Elves were gifted enough to sense such foulness, only we would be able to silently contain it. We understood this importance, yet we had to wait for the approval of the one acting as our leader. I had half a mind to simply ignore formality and charge into the woods without any consent. Actually, I nearly did, but Legolas had predicted the possibility of this action and so placed a steady hand on my shoulder.

At length Aragorn back turned, "Very well. You may patrol the forest, though it must be swift. If any notice your absence then-"

"Where's Frodo?"

Merry's question caught the attention of all, especially that of Sam's. He was on his feet in an instant, searching every possible corner of Parth Galen. My own eyes momentarily widened before the alertness I was trained to have as a marchwarden set in. I planted my feet at shoulders width apart, ready to follow whatever was ordered of me.

Aragorn, who had gazed around the encampment like everyone else, turned back to Legolas and I, "I don't suppose this was what you were sensing?"

I shook my head and made to answer, but Gimli beat me to it. "Sensing? Both Elves were sensing something and neither had the sense to tell us?"

The Dwarf hastily walked towards Legolas and I, which only caused Legolas's hand to stiffen on my shoulder. However, I held my ground. "Gimli, we did not wish to burden anyone. If something would have-"

"Well something has happened so you might as well tell us!" His arms grasped his walking ax, shaking it slightly as his voice rose. "Is this sense of yours concerning? Threatening? Dangerous?"

"… I regret I must agree with each of your claims."

A chorus of gasps emitted from the Fellowship, with Sam's being the loudest of them all. His small hand traveled from the hilt of his sword, to his hip, and up into his hair while his feet paced in a small circle. He was clearly restless over the sudden change of events and had no sense of what to do. I pitied the poor Hobbit.

"We must find him," he eventually said with a determined gleam in his eye.

Aragorn offered him a smile, though the action meant nothing under the current circumstance. "And we will, Sam. But you must stay here with Merry and Pippin so we may-"

"But it's Mister Frodo! There's no time to waste!" Sam cried out before unexpectedly dashing into the trees. Aragorn and I each took a step to follow after him, but Merry and Pippin together charged into the forest in the complete opposite direction. I felt more inclined to follow Merry and Pippin, seeing as the pair of them were far more troublesome than Sam, but Gimli beat me yet again.

With his ax now fully raised into the air, he stomped after the two Hobbits. "Come Legolas, we must find those two young rascals before trouble first finds them!"

I honestly didn't expect Legolas to obey the Dwarf's mad proclamation, but he did. One moment his hand was tight on my shoulder, and the next he was gallivanting into the woods with Gimli. I gaped after both of them. "Legolas! Gimli! Come back here this instant or I promise you I will-"

"Nia!" Aragorn's voice was sharp and his hands were tight when they suddenly gripped the sides of my arms. His eyes bore into mine, "Your shouting is useless. Having Legolas and Gimli on the trail of Merry and Pippin provides us with one less concern since Frodo, Boromir, and now Sam are still missing."

"Boromir has disappeared too?" I briefly looked beyond Aragorn's head to where Boromir had gathered his supplies, only to find his abandoned shield. My fingers jolted into a fist. "I assumed he had returned. If he too has gone, where does this leave us?"

"Not in the best of positions," he replied with a heavy sigh. "We are all that remains to form a plan, and regrettably the best I can think of is to travel separately: one for Frodo and one after Sam."

"I will follow Sam then. He cannot have gone far and I am use to hastily maneuvering through the woods." Aragorn agreed to my proposal with a quick nod of his head. He released me from his grasp so we could part, but I grabbed his forearm before I took off. "I promise I will find Sam and protect him if needed. You need not worry about him."

Aragorn held to my forearm as well, a sense of caution flooding his face. "If you happen to cross Boromir's path, be wary of him. Do not let your guard down until he has proven himself to you."

I nodded at him as I released his arm. There was no time to question Aragorn's warning or accept what I already feared was true in my heart. The Hobbits needed to be found as quickly as possible, and any further discussion would only waste time.

Before following after Sam though, I reached behind to make sure my bow was strapped to my back. The darkening sensation was becoming even stronger the deeper I ran into the woods. There was only a matter of time now before I'd have an arrow knocked and the string of my bow pulled back to my cheek.

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~: Food For Thought :~

And thus ends most of book on in Lord of the Rings trilogy (it ends with Sam and Frodo crossing the river, but the whole Uruk-Hai fighting and death of Boromir has yet to occur). As far as the movies are concerned, obviously I still have one chapter of that left xD When I start the Two Towers, it will still be under this story title and such. So no need to click on my profile and find Part Two or whatever. I feel like life would just be easier this way. Yes?

And before writing this chapter, I made a cheat sheet (of sorts) for myself about the landscape of this portion of Middle-Earth. So since I worked on it for a good amount of time, I've decided to share it. So yeah!

"River Anduin flows through the Argonath which then leads into the lake Nen Hithoel. The Nen Hithoel is surrounded by the mountains of Emyn Muil. Anyway, at the southern portion of the lake stand the three hills: Tol Brandir/Tinderlock (this is an unclimbable island) (in the middle), Amon Lhaw (Hill of Hearing) (Hill of the Ear) (Higher than Emyn Muil) (Eastern bank), and Amon Hen (Hill of Sight) (Hill of the Eye) (Western bank). Parth Galen (flat and grassy) (Fellowship rests here) lies at the base of Amon Hen, in the shadow of Tol Brandir/Tinderlock. The three peaks were above the Falls of Rauros. The river flowed into the lake which fell over the falls and returned back to the river."

Yep! Confusing little thins isn't it? And then there's this cheat sheet: Ellon/Ellyn = Male Elf/Male Elves and Elleth/Ellith = Female Elf/Female Elves. I hope no one's head exploded… Tell me whether it did or not in a review! ;D