"Look there, that is Amon Sûl, it will be our camp tonight."

Strider led the four hobbits and two girls to a suitable resting place among the ruins of the watchtower. The had walked for days on end, and the company hoped that this night would be undisturbed and restful. Cadance especially had become tired. She had heard Sauron's voice only once during their journey, but it was enough to cause a delay and weaken her for a few days. Cadance yearned for the company of Nyralym, but Gandalf had instructed her to leave her horse in the care of the hobbits of the Shire. That night was the second since his attack upon her mind and she was still recovering from his assult. However, she was not the only one whose sleep was troubled. Frodo had also been expiriencing issues because of the burden he bore. The ring constantly called to him and drained his resolve so slowly that it was torturous.

The company arrived at dark, all around them sounded the symphony of nature and a gentle breeze swept over their camp. After everything was situated, Strider rose and gave each hobbit a small sword, saying,

"I am going to have a look around, let us hope that you find no use for these."

Cadance nodded slowly, so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open but too tired to fall asleep. She didn't understand why Strider wouldn't give her and Aynica a sword too, after all, they had the most expirience. About ten minutes after he left the camp, she rose and began to look for a specific kind of plant that could help her and Frodo sleep. Upon spotting what she sought, glycine, she carfully picked a bit of it and turned so she could go back. Her heart almost stopped when she saw that the hobbits had started a fire. As quickly as she could in her state of exhaustion, she rushed back through the ruins to the camp where Sam, Merry Pippin, and Aynica were crouded around a fire, cooking some food.

"Put it out, you fools, put it out!"

The girl's reprimant woke that slumbering Frodo and the other four watched her with looks of innocense, not realizing what they did wrong. Without a second thought, Cadance rushed over and kicked dirt over the flames to extinguish them.

"Oh that's nice," complained Pippin, "ash on my tomatoes."

"Pippin, we would have much bigger problems than ash on tomatoes, the Nazgûl could see the smoke from your fire." Chided Cadance, scanning the dark tree line for signs of movement.

"Well, nothing happened, so we are safe afterall. We have nothing to worry about, right?"

Before Cadance could answer, the chilling screech of the ring wraiths pierced the air.

"Does that answer your question, Pippin?"

The hobbits and girls raced up the hill to the top in retreat from the approaching Nazgûl. As they rushed onto the final level, Frodo turned to Cadance and said, "You should hide behind one of those pillars. They seem to be looking for you as well as the ring, so you should stay out of sight."

"Frodo, I can't leave you to fight them by yourself."

"You have to, Cadance, they'll catch you if you don't."

"Miss Cadance please hide." Chimed in Sam. "I wouldn't want you getting yourself captured."

Cadance sighed. "Fine, Aynica, please protect them as well as you can."

Her friend smiled and as Cadance stepped behind one of the large stone pillars on the outside of the structure. It wasn't long before she heard the sound of armored feet against hard stone and the hideous scraping of metal as the Nazgûl unsheathed their deadly weapons. Her heart beat wildly as the wriaths drew closer to her friends. The moment when she thought she could stand the tense silence no more, she heard Same charge the attackers.

"Back you devils!"

Cadance's heart almost stopped when she heard the sound of a blade shattering. Sam grunted as he was shoved aside and collided hard against the stone floor. The clatter of two swords falling to the ground followed as Merry and Pippin cowered in fear. Cadance held her breath as she listened to her friend stoop down and pick up the swords that was dropped by the hobbits. She weighed them in her hands and then engaed two of the wraiths, staying on the defense and drawing them away from the last hobbit. Still, three Nazgûl approached Frodo. He staggered back and tripped, sprawling painfully in the stone. In a last hope to evade them, he slipped the ring onto his finger.

Immediatly, Cadance could feel the presence of the hobbit, sensing him similar to how the wraiths did. Said party screeched with excitement and towered in front of the hobbit. Cadance stood as still as possible, for boh she and Frodo were backed up against the same, thick pillar of stone. Even without being able to see, she could tell that the one approaching Frodo was the Witch King of Angmar. The wraith outstretched his hand in a silent demand for the ring. The hobbit fought against the will of the ring, contending against it with all his might, but to no avail. Carefully, he slid it off and put it in the palm of his hand, lifting it up the to enemy.

Cadance could no longer watch the events unfold, she would not sit by as the world fell to pieces. With Aynica still battling the wraiths, she figured she could take on another two which would leave Frodo with only one to worry about if she could convince him to run. Adrenaline coursed through Cadance's veins, driving out the last bit of exhaustion. Not wasting a moment, Cadance spun around to the other side of the pillar and pulled Frodo onto his feet, away from the Witch King. The hobbit immediatly snapped out of his trance and backed away. Aynica smiled and threw one of her swords to her unarmed friend, calling her name to get her attention.

Cadance caught the small weapon and directed Frodo to another, unoccupied section of the tower to keep him away from the Nazgûl. Meanwhile, the Witch King, who recovered from the shock of what had happened, motioned for his other two bretheren to pursue the Frodo while he turned to face his heir. But, before he could make any other move, Cadance swung the short sword in an attempt to catch him off guard. The Nazgûl quickly blocked it amd found himself engaged against the one he was suppose to capture.

From the beginning of the fight, he was surprised to see that she had already mastered the basics of swordplay and learned many advanced moves. She used a combination of attacks and defenses combined from the many styles she learned witha flair of elvish technique and grace. She kept him on his toes, causing him to pay more attention to the fight than he had in a long time. Still, he was not to be outmatched. Slowly, he began to work Cadance into a corner, steadily pushing her back while being careful not to hurt her. He marveled at her skill, but eventully decided that he had seen enough. Moments later, Cadance's sword flew through the air after the wraiths preformed a paricularly advanced disarming counter-strike.

The sword clattered to the ground at the feet of the Witch King. Cadance tried to back up, but felt only cold, hard stone behind her.

She had been cornered.

Can someone tell me how I'm doing? I feel like it's not very good...