Frodo was not sure what exactly was going on. How did this lady know they were near, and what was to happen if he should arrive before they had departed for safety? It was a though he did not care to know the answer to. "Very well. Me may trust that Arramiel is right for she has a unique ability to see things no other can, and some things that have not come to pass. I have some provisions for us, and I fear there is no time for us to gather anything else. If Arramiel says me must leave now, then me must." Said Aragorn gravely. Aragorn stood and he and Arramiel began to exit the room. The others of the fellowship followed his lead. "Is Arwen not coming with you?" asked Arramiel. "No, I would not wish her to be in danger as well. In fact I do not know I am completely comfortable putting you in danger as well." Replied Aragorn. "I have seen worse trials, I do not fear him nor what he might do. You need my help and I shall see that you have it." She replied. The group exited towards the gates of Gondor where five horses stood waiting. "I fear no more horses could be spared, so some of us must walk or ride together." Aragorn explained. "I do not need a horse. I can manage on my own feet." Said Arrameil politely. "Nor do I." Added Legolas. "Well. Merry and I surely will not mind riding together!" exclaimed Pippin. "Then it is settled. You all take the horses, Arramiel, Legolas and I shall walk. And so, once again, the fellowship of nine set out on their journey. "Pardon my asking, but where exactly are we going?" asked Pippin. "We shall head to Lothlorien for we may be safe there for some time." Aragorn explained. The group traveled a great distance on their first day. They rested little until it was long after dusk. The sky was black and no moon shone that night. There was no sense in going any further for they could not see their path. So finally Aragorn announced that they would be making camp for the night. Gimli went off in search of fire wood while many of the others simply sat on the ground. Legolas looked up at Arramiel and noticed she looked rather weak. "Are you alright? You look awfully pale." He said. "Yes, I am alright. It's just that my vision this morning took quite a lot of my energy." She explained. He could not be sure what, but there was just something about her that Legolas found intriguing. "I have traveled many of the areas of Middle Earth, and have before been to Lothlorien. How is it that I have never before seen or even heard mention of you?" asked Legolas. "I have spent much time away in the lands of Dol Amroth. If you have never traveled there, perhaps that is why you know me not." Arramiel replied. Gimli returned with wood and a small fire was lit. A few vegetables were cooked and distributed sparingly. "I do not need any. Our provisions are few enough. Let someone else eat mine." Said Arramiel refusing her plate. "You should eat something. You are short on energy as you said yourself. I would feel better if you took it." Said Legolas "Legolas is right, Arramiel. We have plenty for the time being." Added Aragorn. Feeling not it the mood to argue further on the issue, Arramiel reluctantly took the plate. When everyone had eaten there was little more to do or even say. Many of them were so lost in their own thoughts on everything that had occurred today that talking just had not occurred to them. One by one the members of the fellowship slowly drifted off to sleep. Frodo went into a restless sleep filled with dreams, or rather nightmares, of things from his past. His whole encounter with the ring of power came painfully rushing back. Arramiel too did not sleep well. Her mind was troubled with shadows growing in her mind. She could sense danger, but it was shrouded in shadow and even she could not sense what or where the source was. It troubled her greatly. She awoke from her sleep feeling a sudden strike of terror. She saw everyone else still deep in their slumber. She slowly stood and walked to the edge of the clearing where the camp was. A small creak could be heard a few yards away. Seeing as dawn was approaching and the sky was beginning to brighten, she slowly walked towards the sound of the babbling water. She approached the creak and bent to splash some of the cool water onto her face when suddenly she was attacked from behind. She fell to the ground , but was immediately pulled up by whatever had attacked her, and she had yet to see what was. She let out a shriek as she kicked wildly at her captor. Aragorn awoken by Arramiel's cry saw she was no longer at the camp. "Wake up!" he shouted in order to attract the others attention. Legolas stood up at Aragorn's command. There was another cry from Arramiel. The pair went running towards the cry. The other members of the fellowship slowly followed. They ran towards the creak and saw a large group of orcs coming towards them. One was dragging Arramiel with it. Aragorn drew Anduril as Legolas pulled out an arrow fromhis quiver. He shot at the orc holding Arramiel whilc Aragorn ran in and began battle with any of the orcs. The orc holding Arramiel fell when the arrow struck it and Arramiel ran towards Legolas. "I need a sword!" she exclaimed. Legolas drew one of his long knives and handed it to her. By this time the other members of the fellowship had arrived and had begun there part in fighting off the orcs. Arrmiel took the knife and also began to attack the orcs. She was very well trained, as good as even perhaps Aragorn. The battle was long, and for as many orcs as they killed, that many more seemed to appear. They were finally making progress, but were quickly growing weary. Arramiel raised her knife to slash an orc, when an orc off to her side slashed her across the ribs. She let out an immense cry of pain as her knife fell to the ground. Aragorn glanced up at her hearing her cry. Legolas too looked up to see Arramiel fall to her knees. He ran in her direction violently stabbing any orc in his way. The others came too. Arramiel was unable to fight and they had to keep the orcs away from her. When Legolas reached her he dropped his kife and knelt on the ground beside her. Slowly the orc's numbers decreased. Then at last they were all slain. Aragorn rushed over to Legolas and Arramiel. Legolas had lifted her and she lay against his chest. Her dress was covered in thick crimson blood. Aragorn knelt to examine the wound. "No!" he sighed with a grim look on his face. Legolas looked at him, stricken with worry. "She's not going to die, is she?"

To be continued.