Smith kept running. He was filled with abject terror. The things were still on him, the hoofs pounding the ground like distant thunder. He kept going and going on and on, the forest, as he recognized it was, seemed endless. He felt the wind blow through his hair, and something went by fast. The hoof beats stopped. Smith turned around to see what happened.



The creatures were not there, like some bad programming; he turned around to find himself staring down the shaft of an arrow.

"Who are you?" said the man holding the bow.

Before he could react, program 1 took control

"Smith…. Uh…. Agent Smith"

"Agent smith? Is that what you are called?"

"Yes

"Are you one of Saruon's minions?"

Smith suddenly remembered the armored figure

"No."

"Good…what are you doing here?"

"I don't know, I simply appeared here. Were am I? Who are you"

"You are on the road to Rivendell."

" Rivendell?"

"And to answer you other question, I am, Stryder, human ranger"

The name sent a twinge through smith's being

"The Nasgul don't usually come near Rivendell, and it is getting late. Let us go to Rivendell and rest, for it is the last helpful house."

And with that, Stryder, lowered his bow and walk off and smith followed towards what Stryder called "Rivendell"