Abruptly a bolt of blue bolt of light cut through the darkness.

"RELEASE HER MONSTER!!"

"Tay get out!" I screamed, "He'll kill you!" The white embodiment that was Tay, landed and struck out again with blue flame.

"Get back, Meia, flee, flee!!!" He cried as Rash launched himself at the elf.

Tay dodged and lashed out again, catching Rash's flesh. It burned and crackled and the shadowen shrieked.

I couldn't leave. I was afraid what would happen if our bond was severed so violently.

The drums were beating violently now and neither elf nor woman were awake. Finally, Boromir reached his limit, hauled back and socked the elf in the face.

Tay and Meia came awake with a gasp. Tay fell forward and was caught by Boromir and slung over the borderman's shoulders.

"I hope you'll forgive me, Master Tay, but we must get going." Aragorn scooped up a dazed Meia as they all began their march anew. Down through tunnels and new halls as the drums resounded around them.

"Strider, what happened? Where's Tay?" I asked groggily. We were now in a well lit room where Gimli sobbed over a concrete block. The drums had stopped a while ago.

I was put down on my feet and Strider told me everything that happened.

"We're in a tomb, Lady Meia," He gestured to the block. "That is the tomb of Gimli's kin. Orcs were here."

Allanon was busy attending to Tay's bloody mouth and Boromir and Brom stood side by side, swords drawn. Risca and Legolas tried to comfort Gimli as Gandalf read from a great blood stained book.

I walked over to the hobbits who talked excitedly and Pippin grabbed my hands and bawled into my palms.

"I'm sorry, Lady Meia! I knocked over the bucket into the well, if it wasn't for me Gandalf could of brought you back sooner!" I felt like crying myself. Rash's presence was a hot, throbbing sensation in my temples. I knew that he would be true to his promise, sooner or later.

"But, I'm awake , everything'll be okay, Master Peregrin, you'll see," I said, pulling my hands away and petting his head.

He smiled through his tears, looking very much a child, and dried his cheeks with his sleeves as Gandalf shushed us and read aloud from the book.

The people here last had been trapped in this room. We were in the same fix as them!

And then the drums began again.