Random Notes: Well it's nice to see you guys again, and that's the truth! For some reason I had a really hard time on this chapter, meaning lots of writers block! (I know! So much fun!) But I'm sure all of you authors can relate to me!

I'm sure you all don't care, but I am currently re-re-reading the series again. So I'll probably be able to stick more stuff in from the book. Also, I will be helping out at outdoor ed. (It's like science camp for 2 nights and 3 days. Middle School-ers go, normally.) this year for the younger kids, so I might be set back a bit. But hopefully I'll get right back to writing! Also, I finally am doing responses to everyone who reviewed last chapter! Hallelujah! So if you review, you get your response (from yours truly) in the next chapter! I apologize for those who reviewed earlier, but I am only doing last chapters reviews.

Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings anything. There, I said it.

Warnings: I described the Nazgul and their dragon things the way I pictured them. I couldn't find the book, and my internet was down, so I couldn't get any info, ok! I have no idea if my description is correct, but just go with it please. Thanks for understanding!

Enjoy!

Calathiel

Tentatively I pulled the door that lead outside open, making several squeaks and groans come from the aged hinges. I my eye against a crack and scanned the street. Where is everyone? I thought, pulling away. Then my elf ears began to pick up the faint rustle of material from the flat next door, and the hushed voices all around. They're here… and cowering in fear of Saruman… I answered my own question gravely. For maybe if they weren't so frightened, they would prove to be useful.

Satisfied with what I saw, I pulled away from the door, which now stood ajar. As a sudden thought crossed my mind, my gaze fell down upon my own self. You look as if you were a stable boy, was my first thought. Unable to have found anything more suitable, I had decided upon borrowing a pair of light brown trousers from Faramir (who I hoped didn't mind). The article of clothing was rather large; forcing me rolling the hem up to my knees and tying a piece of twine around my waist as a belt. Along with the pestering dress, I discarded my corset and under skirts, leaving me with a plain white chemise as a shirt. Which was also several sizes too big for me.

Not to any great surprise, but the clothing made it much easier to move around, and would hopefully allow me to run at a greater speed. Though I couldn't help but feel foreign to the clothing I donned.

After securing my sword to my side, and taking another bite of bread, I slung my pack over my shoulder quickly and then slipped out of the door without a sound. Carefully, I took several light steps onto the street. These steps made shivers run down my spine, for not having found any shoes, I decided to go barefoot. The unfamiliar cobblestone felt coarse and rough on my skin. And like the rest of the stone that made up the city, it was cold.

"And now," I whispered to myself in elvish, knowing that none would be around to hear, "Where to search?" The thought was quite intimidating, knowing that the fellowship could be anywhere in this large maze filled with enemies. And that finding them wouldn't be the hardest part even. They were still probably being heavily guarded, or locked up, or dead. I reminded myself. The thought of it made me drop my posture slightly.

"It's Saruman, isn't it... isn't it… isn't it…?" Echoed faintly down the alley to my right. The voice was blunt and brave, having the lighter sound of which could only belong to a female. Eowyn? I took a large stride towards the direction of which it came. The ground beneath me seemed to rise upwards as it went further. They're being taken to Saruman! I realized, knowing that he would probably be with The Steward.

Then my ears began to pick up a gruff male voice, weighed down with slight annoyance and fear. "Move along M'lady," He managed to get out. His final words echoed off the tall walls of the towers and structures until it faded into nothing. "No!" She yelled slightly louder, the copy of her voice repeating then fading. Yes that's Eowyn, I exhaled deeply and began to quickly sprint towards her voice.

She's with the others, I determined as I picked up my pace. For the easily distinguishing sound of breathing was loud, and came and left at different times, overlapping. This meant that there were many people in the area. By the sound, it appeared that they were about three quarters of a mile away, but knowing the maze like streets, it could take much longer. At least their alive, I tried to think positively.

"Why should you be afraid of them?" Eowyn's voice rose once again. "Eowyn, please—" Eomer or Aragorn (I couldn't pick out which) tried to sooth her, the tone of his voice slightly worried, wishing to keep her from any harm.

Fwomp, womp. Fwomp.

I stopped. The sound was barely even audible. I, even with my strong sense of hearing, could not make out if it was my own imagination or not. Is that the flapping of wings? I looked towards the sky behind me, facing towards the Pelanor Fields.

I squinted slightly focusing in on several blurry objects just coming over the horizon. After a several seconds, they began to form into nine tiny black circles which dotted the overcast skies. They moved way to fast to be any sort of bird.

Nine.

A wave of realization hit me like a stone wall. My hand found its way to the hilt of my sword as I tried to ignore the growing pit in my stomach.I clambered to turn around and found myself running full out in large strides. I did not give a care about the large neckline of the chemise falling down my shoulder, for the feeling of mortal danger was overcoming me.

Eowyn shot her brother a glance, and then tried to shake off the gloved hand of the soldier. As if a reflex, Eomer stepped forward trying to compose his anger. "Do not touch her," He commanded fiercely, his eyes flashing in warning. The soldier eyed him anxiously then let his grasp fail. Eomer stepped back hesitantly still eyeing him, who did the same.

Eowyn turned back towards the stone table, of which now held Pippin's short sword. Merry stood in front of its rim, slowly unbuckling the belt which held his own. He aimed a hostile glace to the guard standing behind him, and then put his short sword on the table as well. Pippin looked as if he, himself would reach out and claim the blades again, but began to back away.

Next, Boromir moved forward, biting his lower lip. His sword lay in his arms, as if he was cradling it. He too, looked as if he wouldn't surrender his treasured sword. The son of the Steward looked down upon the weapon, and then suddenly looked up. "How dare you do this!" He yelled, the level of the volume of his voice quite loud. "I shall say this once more! I am—"

"Calathiel!" Sam cried from the opposite end of their new formed group. He flung his arm towards the street way, as the large companies head's turned. And indeed, there she was; running bear-footed and at a very fast pace. She had a desperate and fearful look across her normally unreadable face, even as she began to near the group.

"That's the she-elf!" One of the Gondorian soldiers exclaimed to another, which was brought to the immediate attention of Aragorn and Legolas. "Weren't we supposed to be searching for her?"

"You're… alive…" She stated breathlessly as she stopped several yards away from them. "And you are as well," Legolas answered simply. The she-elf began to feel the eyes of the company, probably noticing the fact she was in men's garb. Calathiel chose to ignore their stares. "It was stupid and foolish to come here!" She said with slight dismay, more worry growing in her expression. Two of the soldiers began to move forward, in her direction.

"Were did you go? And what happened?" Asked Merry quickly, voicing the question of the whole fellowship. "It—well…" Calathiel stared at the soldiers for a moment and then began to edge closer to the fellowship, drawing her sword. "It's a very long story of which I barely understand." She managed to get out, looking up at the sky fearfully.

"Is Faramir here?" She asked with the slightest look of hope bringing down her head sharply. She searched the faces of each of the members finally landing on Boromir. "You know of my brother?" He asked his brow furrowed in confusion. Calathiel shook her head, sending her loose hair flying in the wind. "Yes, yes, yes." She replied quickly, walking closer and farther away from the pursuing soldiers.

"I shall answer other questions in time," The elf said as Aragorn's mouth opened to speak. "But there are much more pressing matters…" She turned grimly up to the sky then back again. "They're coming!" She whispered to herself like a snake's hiss. Legolas stared at her reading her thoughts, and staring briefly at the clouded heavens.

"What do you—" Pippin asked with strong concern in his voice, though Calathiel knew they didn't have time for answers. Pressing past the question, she walked over to where Sam and Frodo stood, at the edge of the clump. "What were those things you told me about, Frodo?" She asked quickly looking down upon him, "The riders in black… they, um, chased you from the Shire, correct?" The troubled hobbit returned her stare in puzzlement. "You mean—"

"The Nazgûl; ring wraiths." Aragorn confirmed, just as he had at the Prancing Pony. Calathiel shifted her emerald eyes to his direction and nodded. "Their nightmarish steeds aren't winged, are they?" She asked, her question filling dread upon each who began to understand.

Suddenly the most unbearable, ear bleeding scream filled the air, reaching an unworldly level of highness and volume. Everyone's hands flew to cover their ears as they let out cries of agony. The cowering citizens of Minas Tirith began to yell and shout, mortal terror becoming them. A handful of nearby shutters opened as confused and frightened peasants tried to find the source of the indescribable noise.

Amidst all the noise and panic, Legolas suddenly yelled, "Get under cover, now!" No sooner had he spoken the words than the fellowship began to scatter; Calathiel, Sam, Frodo, and Aragorn towards the cobbled street in which Calathiel came from, the rest in the other direction. Some of their guards lay clutching their ears; while others ran in circles sure that the world had come to an end.

As a horn bellowed atop the highest levels of Minas Tirith, another atrocious shriek attacked the ears of all. The growing screams of the surrounding peasants were no help at all, though the fellowship could not blame a single one of them. Just as people began to come out of their doors, Aragorn looked up and his eyes widened.

Suddenly, a large crumbling noise was brought to the attention of the company, making them, along with the remaining soldiers turn around. What met their eyes even made Eowyn the slightest bit frightened. For a large, four-floored tower was starting to crack under the weight of the beastly creature they all had begun to dread. It had the build of a dragon; a long neck, thick but shorter torso, gigantic clawed wings which were the size of the creature its self and daunting claws at the ends of each muscled arm or leg. Though this creature was not like a dragon in many ways (compared to Bilbo's description of dragons). Instead of small scales, neatly folded on top of one another, the beast had pitch black armor-like sections of skin which looked as if not a single blade could pierce it. It also did not have a face, rather a head with only a mouth and two slots for a nose. The animal's teeth were plain horror by themselves; each tooth being at least the size of a typical blade.

As they all expected (and feared) a black rider sat upon the saddle of the fell-beast. His death black garments billowed eerily in the wind, as if a warning. He bore his deathly silver sword like a torch, brandishing it for all to see and fear. It shone dimly hungering for blood to be shed. After a short hiss, which made shivers run down the spine, the Nazgul looked down to the reigns in his claws. He pulled them back with a whip of his hand, and his nightmarish steed sprung from the tower.

With a slight groan, the tower dropped several feet, crushing the stone supporting the bottom floors. A couple chunks of the heavy material plummeted to the ground with loud thwacks! With a slight shower of tiny particles of the stone, the tower lurched forwards, and began to grow larger with only a matter of seconds.

"Get down!" Yelled Aragorn with an uncanny desperation in his voice. As he said this, he grabbed the shoulders of Sam and Frodo, picking up his pace. He could not tell where the others were at the moment; his mind set on only getting himself away, his eyes set on the ground in front of him and the tower collapsing behind him. It was getting closer… and closer… so frighteningly close… deadly close…

"What is it, Grima?" Saruman commanded, turning from his window in a billow of white cloth. His thin and greasy haired servant stepped closer, trembling with either fear or excitement. "The—the Nazgul have arrived, Master…" He bowed slightly as he said this.

The wizard looked at Wormtongue for a moment, and then turned back to the window. "Yes, I know that!" He yelled angrily, ready to strike the man.

"Yes, yes," Wormtongue nodded, his voice growing impatient as well. "But they are attacking the… the city!"

Saruman laughed in his deep booming voice, still facing the mirror. "Ah, you are worried for the people, Grima? I always knew you were too soft..." "No!" The servant took a step forwards, "I worry for us, Master! Look what they are doing out there!" Wormtongue respectfully joined him by the window, gesturing towards a collapsing tower in the distance. "We shall surely—" The wizard turned to Wormtongue once again and noted his trembling. "Grima! Do not be a fool! Through the palantir I told them of our location, and they swore to leave us be."

After a long moment of uneasy silence, Wormtongue let fly his last question. "But why do they come to destroy though we have full control?" "Perhaps you are not as clever as I had assumed," Saruman said bluntly, though then changed his tone. "The world of men… is now coming to a close. As you had told me, Rohan fell. Gondor was of the last… And now shall be the last."

Yep. A cliffhanger. Sorry folks!

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Song in the woods: I'm so glad you liked it! You know, Eowyn is personally one of my favorite characters, so I really wanted to do her justice. I was actually kinda worried all of her fans would hate me because I messed it up. But I'm really glad you enjoyed it and its comforting to know I did well! I hope that everything isn't getting too confusing now that its picking up momentum and that multiple things are happening now. It's always a pleasure to hear from you, and I'm so glad you keep following the story! Thank you!

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Luna Elen: What a surprise! Haha! Always glad to hear from you! Again with what I said to Song in the woods (I believe you two have met correct?) I really wanted to do her justice, cause she really is a great character! As I was publishing it, I freaked that I messed her up, so its good to know I didn't! Yep... my frenemy is very stupid. Thankfully he now knows it is the "Hobbit" so now I can yell at him down the hallway, "HOW'S THE HABBIT?" Everyone looks at me like I'm crazy but it doesn't bother me. Like today I was goofing around and yelled to my friend, "HEY, I LIKE YOUR SHIRT!" Everyone- And I mean everyone, stared at me. I laughed so hard! I know! I can't wait to see "The Hobbit" movie! I heard that JP is adding an elf girl somehow to it (an actual MarySue). I got really upset cause don't you think that would ruin it? Oh well. I think he's being attacked on Face Book for it, so maybe he'll change his mind. Until next time, friend!

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