Thanks for the reviews! I hope this isn't too lame...

So this is it now, the second chapter. A warning I forgot in the first chapter. This will be a slash story! Sorry for not posting that earlier. (In fact I'm thinking I am crazy, four beautiful men and what am I doing with them...)

As usual, not mine, none of them. (I couldn't even decide which one I'd want...)

The passages directly out of the book are in italics and by the way, I haven't seen the movie yet, so if it doesn't tie in with it. Sorry!

Again, sorry for all spelling and grammar mistakes!

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Aragorn was as reluctant as the others to lose another day in the pursuit of the orcs and he was just about to argue when the meaning of the other man's words struck him. "Immortal?" "Not from this world?" It was Legolas who had said this. Duncan and Methos looked at each other and just smiled. "We can't wait here forever, if you are what you are, will you help us on our quest?" To everybodies surprise it was Gimli who spoke. Methos eyed him suspiciously 'a quest, well that is something for the boy scout…' "What kind of quest?" Aragorn looked up as Duncan suddenly spoke, he had the voice of a man who used to be in command. "Two of our friends have been taken captive by orcs, we want to rescue them." Duncan shot a look at Methos, saw the amusement in his eyes and knew exactely what the other man thought. "We'll help you."

The new fellowship no consisting of five men was about to start when Methos reached down again and grabbed the dagger which had killed him and held it out to Duncan. Mac shook his head. "You know I fight by the rules." "Damm Mac, this isn't the game and I bloody well don't think those orcs know any rules. Take it please, you are too important to loose!" The three others looked at their new friends realizing that the words they heard had a meaning they didn't understand. Duncan took the dagger and then they left.

Legolas was walking behind the two strangers and wondered what they were. He was immortal too, but if killed in a battle he wouldn't come back. Those men obviously did. Yet it wasn't this that bothered him, it was the other sentence the tall man had said. 'We are not from this world.' Long ago his father had told him a prophecy and suddenly he could hear his fathers words in his mind. "When the dark is rising the two worlds will collied and help will be sent from far above. This my son will be the time when your fate will be sealed."

He had never understood what his father meant, but looking at the two men from another world and feeling in his heart the darkness coming closer, he did. So his fate would soon be decided? What would it bring? He caught himself looking at Aragorn and wondering whether the men would care if his fate would mean his death. Stop thinking of him, Legolas, it won't do you any good he berated himself. In the same moment Aragorn looked back and their eyes met.

The fellowship was broken and a new fellowship had been made. Aragorn wondered who the two men were and how they could be immortal. Even elves could die, but this men had been dead and came back. Something Arwen had told him just before he left her for the quest came to his mind. "When the living come back from the dead, you will realize where your way leads you." Only that his way had been decided before he even had been born and he could not do anything to change it. They had to find the hobbits and try to destroy the dark lord, but with the help of the two strangers they might even be able to do it. Still almost running he turned his head to see how his companions were doing and met the elf's gaze. For a moment their eyes locked and Aragorn felt as if he was drowning in this beautiful eyes and had to force himself to look away. When he looked at Duncan and Methos, he saw the smile the thinner couldn't hide and wondered what it was that amused the tall man. Did he like running that much? Aragorn was somehow surprised that both men could keep their pace with such an ease, he had expected them to slow them down.

Suddenly he saw riders from far away and called a stop. Legolas had seen them as well, but neither him nor Aragorn could tell whether they were friend or enemy. All they could do was waiting. Aragorn who lay next to the two men heard Methos' whisper. "See Mac, you might already need your dagger." "I was a fighter all my life, don't you try to teach me anything." The reply was whispered as well, but held a certain anger. "All your life, well that's indeed something that impresses me. " Before Aragorn could hear more the riders were next to them an he stood up adressing them in a loud voice.

"What news from the North, Riders of Rohan?"

The riders stopped and started to question the group about their names and purpose for being in this place. Methos and Duncan stood in the back and just watched, yet Methos noticed that Aragorn used another name introducing himself als 'Strider'. Not that he really cared, names were, well just names. He had had so many that he could even keep track of them. When the elf and the dwarf suddenly jumped up and grabbed their weapons, Methos readied himself for a fight and felt Mac doing the same next to him. Yet Aragorn calmed them down and then suddenly threw back his cloak and swept his sword out. It shone like a sudden flame and Aragorn looked at each of the riders.

"Elendil! I am Aragorn son of Arathorn and am called Elessar, the Elfstone, Dúnadan, the heir of Isildur Elendil's son of Gondor. Here is my Sword that was Broken and is forged again! Will you aid me or thwart me? Choose swiftly!"

Legolas stared at Aragorn in wonder, never had he seen a man's power so clearly. It was not just the blade that gave him that power, it was more. In that moment prince of Mirkwood saw a glimpse of the king Aragorn once would be.

The demonstration of Andúril had calmed Éomer down and he told them that the orcs they were following had been destroyed by his men, yet no halflings had been found. They parted after receiving four horses and rode towards the forests of Fangorn. There hidden by the first treas they rested.