A/N: The last Chapter of BWD! Hope it doesn't disappoint! Read the A/N at the end of the chapter to find out about the next installment!

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Chapter 20

Breaking

"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts…"
-William Shakespeare, As You Like It

Ammy stood alone in the clearing, the wounded and pain consumed Boromir at herhooves. The very Earth seemed to resonate with her sorrow as she listened to the injured and shallow breaths the Gondorian was desperately trying to make.

The Uruk-hai had surrounded the pair in a loose circle. They had spent the last ten minutes trying to get close enough to the horse to slip ropes over her head and force her away from the prone man. Amaterasu had fended them off with her hooves and her teeth. The bodies of fallen Uruk-hai littered the forest floor marked with broken bones, crashed in skulls and sharp teeth marks.

Her ears were pricked up and flicking back and forth on top of her head as she listened to all her opponents who were grumbling and moaning at the amount of time it was taking for them to capture her. Wheeling around the horse saw an Uruk attempting to sneak forward and lay a fatal blow to the vulnerable Boromir.

Screaming Ammy lunged, her neck out-stretched, ears pressed flat against her scalp and her teeth reaching out to nip sharply at the toughened skin. The other Uruk-hai saw their comrade's mistake as an opportunity to get closer and they swarmed to the grey mare.

Reeling back Ammy bucked and flailed: some blows landing others missing entirely. At first the Uruks had tried not to harm the large horse but had soon lost patience and resorted to jabbing at her with the ends of their blades. Some of them using the blunt end to bludger her with, other's being more sadistic and scratching and stabbing her with the blade.

Small cuts littered her body and Ammy could feel a particularly nasty cut over her eye oozing a slow trickle of blood. The arrow in her left shoulder had been knocked several times and some of the most malicious creatures had grabbed at the broken shaft and twisted it in her shoulder. A fiery burning pain was running up and down her leg and she had soon begun to limp. Unless something changed soon the Ame-no-Mihashira would give in to her foes from weariness.

"Amaterasu…Run." Boromir croaked and then coughed his hand pressing down on the arrow shaft that pierced his upper body.

Still kicking and fending away Uruks Ammy listened as the brave Gondorian tried to reason with her.

"You have no need to protect me Lady Amaterasu. I failed in my duty of protecting Frodo."

"I know Boromir. But Frodo is fine he has taken the Ring and left. I will not abandon you my friend, you would not abandon me. Besides you still have to return to the White City. Your brother, father and people are waiting for you. If you die here, who will show me the marvels of Gondor!" Amaterasu panted as she trotted around the fallen man forcing the Uruks away and into a ragged circle once again.

"Thank you Lady Ama. I do not feel however," Boromir's body was wracked with pain and he tensed and swallowed before continuing. "That I have done you great justice. I owe you, Frodo and Aragorn many apologies. Forgive me."

"I forgave you long ago." Ammy finally came to a stop and stilled at Boromir's head. She dropped her nose down and nuzzled at his face with her soft nose and lips. He reached a hand up to her head and began stroking the smooth plane of her white face.

"Thank you my Lady. You are most kind and gracious. But you must leave this wounded soldier behind. Go, follow the Hobbits, Merry and Pippin need your aid more than I. If you linger here you will be wounded and unable to fend off captivity." Boromir closed his eyes and pressed his hand firmly to her muzzle. "Lead the Uruk-hai on a merry chase across the plains and save our friends."

The Man gasped and pressed his hand back to the wound above his heart.

"Go now!"

Pressing her soft lips to Boromir's forehead Ammy gave the Gondorian a soft kiss. If she had been human tears would have been streaming down her cheeks but in her animal forms she could not cry. She could still feel and indeed some emotions were greater than others and the full force of her despair and sorrow was insurmountable in this equine body.

Rearing up on her hind legs over the fallen warrior, Amaterasu cried out a shrill whinny and her neck curved proudly as her feet stroked the air. Landing back down again the very tip of her long silver tail brushed Boromir's face and he sighed as the silken strands ghosted over his lips and cheeks.

Facing the direction the Uruk-hai had taken Merry and Pippin twenty minutes before Amaterasu barged and shoved her way through the opposing barrier the Uruk-hai had attempted to form. One of the creatures was lucky enough to manage to get a lone rope over her head but she was stronger and more muscled than the beast, weary though she was, and she continued running. The Uruk-hai fell to the ground but refused to let go of the end of the rope and was dragged unceremoniously over the leaf-covered floor.

Other Uruk-hai jumped on top of their comrade and tried to weight the horse down with little success. As Amaterasu hared through the clearing, dragging four Uruk-hai behind her, Tuk watched nervously as she left. If Boromir died now then the bargain she had made with Lucifer, unintentional as it was, would not be fulfilled and so the Ame-no-Mihashira would owe the Lord of the Underworld nothing.

If the albino woman owed Lucifer nothing and Tuk returned with this news…Lord Lucifer would not be very pleased and Tuk would most likely be punished…by Lucifer himself. Gulping Tuk's eyes bulged and he tightened his spindly fingers, forgetting the small Tennyo within his grasp.

Squeaking Ayaka flailed in the demon's grip and then began beating at his finger with her small fists. Seeing that her efforts were doing nothing Ayaka swallowed, opened her mouth and then sank sharp little teeth into the demon's finger. Yelping Tuk opened his hand dropping Ayaka who quickly opened her stained glass-like wings and flittered about on the breeze. She chittered at the demon who blushed and then pressed a small hand to his sunken cheek.

As the ugly demon blushed and rubbed his neck bashfully Ayaka chirped once more and then flew off to find Ammy.

"Well. Even if Boromir does die, something nice happened to me for once!" Tuk said proudly and happily, the moment he was sure the Tennyo had left.

Lurtz stepped forward as his brethren left and notched another arrow in his long bow. The cruel, sadistic Uruk-hai who desired blood and death more than anything in the world continued walking until he was a mere two paces from the fallen Boromir. Once the Uruk-hai had left, chasing after Amaterasu, the Gondorian had struggled to his knees, his sword broken near the hilt held in his hands. If this was to be his end, Boromir would not die lying in the dirt.
Raising the bow the creature aimed his arrow at the defenceless Boromir's head.

The string pulled back, taut and quivering Lurtz grinned sadistically. Just as he was about to release the arrow two things happened; Aragorn crashed into the Uruk's body, sending the arrow veering off course to pierce a tree, and from beside said tree Kiyiya and her siblings burst from the branches.

Menewa sprinted next to Boromir, crouched down to allow Kiyiya to slip off his back and the moment he was certain she was safely on the ground the male-wolf howled and ran up the slope where he could hear Legolas and Gimli battling with Uruk-hai.

As the giant wolf joined the battle the Uruk-hai quivered with fear at pearly white incisors snapping down on Uruks and then being revealed again stained with black. Amber eyes gleamed at them, challenging them and as the Uruk-hai lacked a leader they charged blindly at the wolf blades being waved wildly in the air.
Grinning Menewa launched himself into the melee and was quickly joined by the shocked Gimli and less obviously shocked Legolas.

Ignoring her pack brother Kiyiya ran over to Kajika who had lain down where there were no Uruk-hai bodies littering the area. The she-wolf was loathe to get black blood in her fur, she knew it would take a dip in the Anduin to remove blood if it got caked to her fur and the stench would remain for several days. Laying her head on her forepaws the she-wolf watched as her sister desperately rummaged through her leather packs to find the medical items she had brought with them.

Sniffing the air gingerly Kajika could smell that Boromir was not doing well. His scent was soaked with pain and anguish and the she-wolf didn't know if her sister could save the man.

Finally finding the items she needed Kiyiya whirled around to where Boromir lay and dropped to her knees next to him. Cutting off his tunic with a dagger she inspected the wounds. The arrow in his upper body had pierced his left breast, very close to his heart. Looking at the arrows that lay broken and scattered around her, Kiyiya could see that the arrows were barbed; at the back of each triangular shape was a small metal spike that would tear the flesh if one tried to pull it out. The only way to remove the arrows was to push them through his body.

Looking at the lower arrow Kiyiya was gratified to see that the arrowhead and shaft had gone straight through the Man. Cutting the shaft off below the fletching she tossed away the feathered part.

Calling Kajika over the pair rolled Boromir gently onto his side where Kajika placed a gentle but firm paw to hold him in place. Taking a deep breath Kiyiya grasped the bloodied arrowhead and pulled it quickly and swiftly through Boromir's body, the wooden shaft's passing eased by the blood. Red liquid spurted from the hole and Kiyiya poured alcohol over and through the gaping hole.

Boromir let out a sharp scream and writhed under Kajika's paw and then faded into unconsciousness. Letting out a sigh of relief Kiyiya stoppered the bottle again and then pressed moss and other herbs into the open wound. The mixture of the herbs would hopefully seal the wound, slow the bleeding and the moss would soak up blood and help the wound to keep clean.

Pulling Boromir's ruined chainmail up and resting it on his ribs Kiyiya tore his undershirt and used the torn fabric to wipe blood from the area around the wound. The brown coloured shirt came away stained with blood that was still damp. Gulping nervously at the quantity of blood that seeped through the fabric and onto her hand Kiyiya dropped the torn shirt into her lap.

Wiping her hands on her arms she then produced some clean, sterilised bandages and a wad of soft fabric.

Sounds of a fight could be heard from behind her and there were several grunts and bellows as Aragorn and Lurtz exchanged blows. Kiyiya however had little time to spare for distractions.

Pressing the soft fabric to both sides of the wound she then wrapped a bandage around his torso; Kajika had nuzzled her nose and muzzle gently under the wounded man, lifting him clear off the ground. Kiyiya tied the bandage securely and then nodded to her pack-sister who lowered the man back down to the earth.

Rolling him gently onto his back Kiyiya was extremely glad that Boromir had remained passed out. She cut the shaft of the second arrow as close to his armour as she dared and swallowed nervously as he stirred slightly.

Taking a slow steady breath the tanned woman blocked out all sound and focused on the wound as she lifted the armour up over the shaft of the arrow. Once it was over the shaft she quickly undid the bindings that tied the sleeves together and then lifted it over Boromir's head.

Kiyiya cut the torn, bloodied and dirtied shirt from his chest and then stopped. The arrow could not be removed. Its location was too close to the man's heart to push through his body. If she did the veins that carried blood to and from the heart would be nicked and cut open and blood would not flow into his heart but drain into his body. Closing her eyes the scarred woman rubbed her bloodied hand over the three pale white lines that ran over her right eye.

"I can't save him. We were too late Kajika. Boromir will still pass from this world."

The she-wolf whined and nuzzled her sister.

'If you cannot save him, then maybe you can extend his life, buy him more time to complete any final requests and ease his passing. Do not give up Kiyiya, I am with you sister.'

Smiling tearfully Kiyiya sat back on her haunches and looked at Boromir. The sounds of Aragorn's battle had finally ceased and Kiyiya could hear Aragorn stumbling across the clearing.

The Dunedain Ranger landed on his knees next to Kiyiya and looked at Boromir. Blood was trickling down from his nose and a cut on his arm was oozing slowly but Aragorn had defeated Lurtz and avenged Boromir. Aragorn's eyes closed slowly and a tormented expression flickered across his face as he looked down at the prone Gondorian.

"You cannot save him. Nor can I." He murmured softly as he opened his eyes to look at his old friend the white scars on her face appearing more pronounced than ever as her tanned skin seemed to be paler than usual.

Kiyiya shook her head and then drew out the cork from the bottle of alcohol once more. Aragorn moved around to Boromir's head and put his hands on the Gondorian's shoulders. Nodding to Kiyiya he pushed down slightly as the Wolf Princess poured the liquid over and around the arrow shaft.

Boromir's eyes shot open once again and he let out a wail. Soon the bottle ran empty but the injured man still writhed futilely. Kiyiya pulled a clean shirt from her bag and tore it in twain and then again. Using the fabric she wiped down Boromir's chest, removing the blood, alcohol and sweat that covered him.

Aragorn reached over and grasped a piece. Murmuring softly in elvish he gently wiped Boromir's brow and face. The Captain's eyes sought out Aragorn's bruised and bloody face.

"You got the bastard then?" Boromir joked softly, a pained grin on his face.

"I did. He is dead. The Uruk-hai have fled."

"They took the little ones! Merry and Pippin!" the injured man gasped and began grasping at Aragorn's arm.

"We will find them. What of Lady Amaterasu?" Aragorn soothed the Gondorian as Kiyiya pressed soft fabric around the arrow shaft and then bound it gently with the clean white bandages.

"The Uruk-hai wanted her. They said their master would like her. Or that they could eat her. They do not know what she is but they desire her." Boromir gasped as Kiyiya pulled too tightly on the bandage.

The dark-skinned woman winced and then murmured a soft apology. Legolas, Gimli and Menewa finally joined them and stood at a respectful distance the three males softly panting at their exertion.

"We will find Lady Ama as well as Merry and Pippin."

Boromir breathed out a soft sigh of relief. He still felt a terrible guilt at trying to take the Ring from Frodo and he felt guilty that he had not been able to stop Merry and Pippin from being taken. But he knew that Aragorn would not fail.

"I would have followed you to the end, my King." He gasped as he looked up at Aragorn. "We would have ridden into the White City and the people would have rejoiced at your coming."

"How long does he have?" Aragorn asked Kiyiya who was packing away the remaining herbs and bandages that she had brought. The Ranger knew wounds but Kiyiya had dealt with Orc wounds more than he and she would know best.

"A few days. If the arrow in his chest isn't moved or pulled out he could have a week. Provided he doesn't get an infection or else his time will be drastically reduced." Her voice was pitched low and was heavy with sorrow.

"I wish to return to Gondor." Boromir croaked quietly and both his healers turned their attention to him. "If I can make the journey I want to. I would like to die after seeing my city once more."

Both the Ranger and the Wolf Princess remained silent. They highly doubted Boromir would survive the journey to Minas Tirith.

'We can carry him.' Kajika growled softly. Menewa swung his head to look at his twin sister quizzically. Kiyiya stood and paced over to her siblings standing between the two large wolves.

'Make a stretcher, tie a rope or two to either end and I can carry him.' Kajika shrugged her shoulders as Kiyiya turned amazed green eyes on her quieter sibling.

Kajika was not as out-going or exuberant as Menewa but she was the better tracker and thought more like Kiyiya than her brother. The 92 years the siblings had spent together had obviously allowed the human thought processes and human thinking to rub off on her brother and sister. Indeed the Ithil Draug Tylwythau wolves were vastly more intelligent than the other giant wolves that wandered Middle Earth's lands. Kiyiya had rarely left her brother and sister and so it only stood to reason that her humanity would rub off on the wolves.

"That just might work! You are brilliant Kajika!" She exclaimed and scratched her sister's muzzle. The she-wolf snuffled contentedly and arched her neck pride-fully.

"Have you created a cunning plan?" Boromir croaked.

"If we create a stretcher, Kajika can carry you, tie a rope to either end of the stretched and she can carry you from her mouth. If she tires Menewa can carry you and Kajika will carry me. I can also shift and take a turn at carrying you Boromir, although if it comes to that then I'm afraid you will have to ride on my back, I am smaller than my litter-siblings and the stretcher may be too heavy for me to carry in my mouth."

"Instead of a stretcher, you can use the boats the elves gave us. There is rope in the bottom of one of them and if we tie it to the stern and the prow of the vessel and one underneath the middle the boat will hang equally balanced." Gimli suggested. "It'll be a sight more comfortable than a plank of wood."

Gathering their things the group headed down to the shore line with Legolas and Aragorn gently carrying Boromir between them.

Several minutes later they arrived at the shore where they got to work making one of the Lothlorien boats suitable for Boromir. Tearing up the planks of wood that made seats they padded out the bottom of the vessel with cloaks and cloths until there was a soft layer for the Man to rest upon.

Elven rope was tied to the stern and the prow and a second rope was tied and fixed to the bottom of the boat. Testing out Gimli's handiwork, Kiyiya placed the two ropes in Kajika's mouth and the she-wolf slowly lifted the boat up into the air. It swung gently and then ceased to move and even when the wolf trotted the boat only swung slightly in the air.

If she had to run Kajika would not be able to keep the boat still, but if the wolves indeed ended up running then keeping Boromir still would be the least of their worries.

Laying Boromir in the boat Aragorn placed his cloak over the Gondorian and then put his shield and sword in the vessel with the resting warrior.

"Minas Tirith will not fall Boromir. Not while I have breath in my body and blood in my veins." Aragorn whispered into Boromir's ear. The Captain of Gondor smiled and opened his eyes.

"I swear fealty to Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Descendent of Isildur and rightful heir to the throne of Gondor. You are my king and I will honour you for the rest of my life." Boromir's voice was soft but strong and he looked up at the remainder of the Fellowship with joyous eyes.

Kiyiya swung up onto Menewa's back as Aragorn placed the ropes in Kajika's open mouth. The Dunedain Ranger was not intimidated by the sharp teeth that sparkled at him and spent some time fiddling with the ropes within the wolf's mouth making sure that the rope was not being bitten into by the gleaming incisors.

"Go Boromir of Gondor. May you see Minas Tirith one last time." Aragorn bowed his head and then Kajika slowly lifted the boat into the air. It swayed gently and then came to a stop. There were no screams of pain or discomfort and so the two wolves and Kiyiya set off to Minas Tirith.

"We'll cross the cliffs and then go straight down next to the Anduin. If we keep at this pace, we should reach Minas Tirith within the next three days. Only short breaks." Kiyiya said as she crouched low on Menewa's back. The solid muscle and warm fur were comforting to her and although she knew both her siblings were weary from their days travel before reaching Amon Hen both wolves were prepared to travel with little rest or food to return the noble warrior to his home.

As Boromir looked up at the sky and saw blue skies with puffy white clouds he felt his spirit trying to leave his body. Feeling a hard pulling sensation on his soul, he sought to return his conscious to his mortal body. It was not yet his time to leave this world, soon, but not yet.

Tuk had followed the men and the wolf-pack down to the shoreline and was happy to see that Boromir was still alive. As long as Boromir did not die within the next thirteen days Amaterasu would owe the Lord of the Underworld a favour. Tuk would just have to stay in Middle Earth and shadow the wolves and the soldier to make sure he didn't die before the thirteenth day. Otherwise he would be punished severely. Gulping Tuk scampered along the tracks the wolves had left behind but not before pausing and looking back.

There was no sign of the little red Tennyo and releasing a heart-felt sigh Tuk trotted along after the wolves. He may as well enjoy himself. Especially if there was only punishment waiting for him when he returned to Hell…

"The Fellowship is broken." Gimli said sadly, his face was downcast and his manner weary. Legolas too looked defeated but both elf and dwarf were rallied when they saw Aragorn return from the edge of the shore.

Isildur's heir had washed off the blood and sweat from his face and was strapping on Boromir's bracers. The White Tree of Gondor was patterned over the black arm-guards and they only served to make Aragorn look more like a King and showed his heritage.

"The Fellowship will hold true as long as we do not lose faith. Merry and Pippin have been taken and we must find our friends. If Lady Amaterasu has been captured too we owe it to her and the Hobbits to free them. If we hold true and do not abandon our friends then the Fellowship will remain." As he spoke Aragorn's voice grew in strength and feeling and soon the elf and dwarf were rallying themselves up for the journey.

"Leave what you can spare behind. There is a long journey ahead of us and we may need the strength to fight at the end." The Ranger whirled around, his cloak flowing behind him, and set off into the forest to track the Uruk-hai who had taken the Hobbits and to see if they could come across Amaterasu.

"What are we waiting for?!" Gimli bellowed as he scooped up his short axes and stuck them into his belt. The red-bearded Dwarf raced after Aragorn with renewed energy and spirit and was closely followed by Legolas who had brought one of the packs, within there was some lembas bread and Amaterasu's meagre possessions; her shirt and trousers and a hairbrush.
As the albino had no home in Middle Earth yet, Legolas did not want to leave her without her few belongings and so he swung the pack onto his shoulder and set off after his companions. Adventure lay ahead and they had no time to look at the past…

Ammy's hooves thundered on the soft grass that lay beyond the forest. The grey mare had managed to shake off the Uruk-hai that had been hanging on to the rope around her neck. Jumping over a fallen tree had resulted in the Uruk's hitting the trunk with a resounding 'thud' and all four of them had let go.

Lightened of her load Ammy's steps had quickened and she had moved from a steady trot into a canter. The ten or so Uruk-hai behind her however were extremely persistent and no amount of weaving through trees had shaken them. Her newest plan was to try to outrun them.

She had long since lost the trail of the Uruk-hai who had taken Merry and Pippin and she hoped that she would bump into them. If she did cross paths with them she could liberate the Hobbits and then they could turn back to find the others.

Sniffing the air Ammy pointed her head in the direction she thought the Uruk-hai had taken the Hobbits. Just as she was about to canter off in the direction she believed was correct a bright red blur flashed in front of her.

"Ayaka?!" Ammy cried out joyfully. "Where have you been? I've been so worried about you."

The Tennyo flew back to the grey mare and inspected her large friend. The Mare would be much easier to travel on than the tigress as the horse had a comfortable place for the Tennyo to sit, right between Ammy's ears. The Ame-no-Mihashira would be able to hear Ayaka talk much easier in this form.

Ayaka chittered at Ammy and then froze, her wings still beating furiously and her dress and sleeves fluttering in the wind but her eyes were fixed on a spot behind the mare.

Turning her head and neck Amaterasu peered around only to see a group of eight or so Uruk-hai pointing and yelling at her. Letting out a yelp Ammy turned away and began running. The steady thud of her hooves on the ground sounded rhythmically and as the mare fell into a rhythm of steps and movement her heartbeat began to echo the rhythm of her hooves.

"Come on Ayaka! We can't let them catch us!" Ammy whinnied over her shoulder at the Tennyo who quickly followed the grey mare as the ugly creatures gave chase. She had no desire to be caught and taken to Saruman as a plaything nor did she wish to be eaten. Having experienced death once there was no desire within her to feel it again.

"To die would be an awfully great adventure… Certainly turned into a great adventure for me." Ammy said quietly to herself and then gave a chuckle. Throwing her head back and shaking her mane the grey mare began to push herself, wary of overdoing it considering she still had the arrow embedded in her left shoulder. Despite her situation Amaterasu felt a sense of freedom as she ran, as if this was instinctive and enlightening.

As she ran Ammy could feel the threads of fate within her shifting and tightening once again. The trio that bound her to Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli had tightened, Frodo and Sam's were pale and thin but still there, the gold and silver dim in comparison to Gimli's Vermillion and Legolas' Emerald Green. Merry's burgundy thread was wavering and shuddering but it was still there as was the Forget-me-not-Blue of Pippin's string. There was a new thread winding itself to her and it was Ruby red in colour, Ammy guessed it belonged to Ayaka and as the Tennyo sat on her head the thread sunk into Ammy's spirit.

As she continued running Ammy poked tentatively at the threadbare Royal Yellow thread that belonged to Boromir. As she nudged it the thread seemed to quiver and shrink away and so Ammy sent her strength down its length. Waiting a few seconds there was a sense of relief and relaxation and the Royal Yellow seemed to strengthen slightly.

Turning her attention back to running from the Uruk-hai Ammy galloped across rolling hills and dales and through long tall grasses hoping to lose her followers. So intent on escape was the Ame-no-Mihashira that she did not notice another new thread wrapping itself around her heart and soul. Jet Black with an icy, eerie gleam the thin thread snaked around the unsuspecting female's essence and began to squeeze gently, suppressing the light within Amaterasu.

Deep within Mordor, hidden in a dark and lightless cave fathoms beneath caverns and rocks there was a large dark space. As Amaterasu raced across Middle Earth something shifted in the dark, clawing its way up towards the surface, scratching and carving the rocks, causing small avalanches. Slow and sluggish it took several minutes for the creature to reach the surface but as the black thread completed its circle around Ammy's soul a skeletal hand with skin as pale as moonlight burst through the ashen earth of Mordor.

Clawing his way out of the ground a tall thin man stood on the barren, lifeless ground of Mordor and held his arms out and turned his face up to the sky. The smoky ashen clouds above broke upon and parted to reveal the moon in the afternoon sky.

As the moonbeam hit him the pale man's eyes flew open and his long black hair spun freely and wildly around his body and trailed in the dirt around his feet. One black and one clear white, pupil-less eyes stared up at the moon and a small smirk bloomed on his face.

Tsukiyomi had woken from his long sleep and the re-incarnation of his mother was out there waiting for him.
"What a wonderful awakening after nearly 3000 years." His voice was soft but high and rasped as his disused vocal chords scraped together.

"I think I shall enjoy this."

"Of all the comrades that e'er I had,
They are sorry for my going away,
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had,
They would wish me one more day to stay,
But since it falls unto my lot,
That I should rise and you should not,
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call,
Good night and joy be with you all."
- The Parting Glass, Traditional

A/N: FINISHED! FINALLY AFTER A YEAR THE FELLOWSHIP IS COMPLETE! Very emotional moment. Right on to business; the next installment will be continued on from where we stopped. The update will go straight on to this story but the title of the overall story will be changed. The Two Towers arc is to be called "Gambling with Death" and thus the overall title of my random work of insanity will be changed from "Bargaining with Death" to Bargaining and Gambling with Death"!
Second piece of news is that I am posting the prologue of the companion story about Kiyiya simultaneously to this chapter. You can find it through my profile but if you want to search for it the title is (drum roll): Dirty Paws

Please go and read if you are enjoying BWD. Let me know if you have decided to read the companion story because of this one as I am interested to see how many of you like my work. Just leave a review with something like 'I'm from BWD!' so that I know how many of you are actually interested in Kiyiya.

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jonnioholo 4/9/13 - Hello rhyming person... Your poems...are intriguing...
GleekLover2012 4/9/13- Ammy is a deep person I agree. She is going to open up to someone. In about the 4th or 5th chapter of the next installment! I love the bit in the film where Aragorn lets Frodo go too! It makes me teary-eyed and is probably the moment when I fell in love with Aragorn completely and utterly!
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