A/N: So sorry I haven't written a new chapter in a while, I was on a trip
for a few days so that got me a little side tracked. Anyway, here's the new
chapter!
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The Wraiths had been riding towards Mordor for what seemed like days, though only a few hours. The longer that Aryante, Pippin, Frodo, Sam, and Merry spent around the Wraiths made them feel hopeless, weak, and they couldn't think of any happy thoughts from any time in their life. Also, their visions were beginning to get a bit blurry from their lack of sleep.
Mordor was looming ever nearer and hope seemed impossible to come by when, to their confusion, the Wraiths started slowing down. Aryante looked ahead of them and saw what seemed like ten or twenty horses with riders, almost unawares of them. Not being able to make out who they were, all she could do was hope that they were not more servants of Mordor. She heard the sound of swords being unsheathed and felt the Wraiths starting to go faster again. Soon they could all hear swords clashing together and the shrieks of the Wraiths. In confusion the Wraith holding Aryante dropped her. She fell to the ground and, from being so weak and tired, blacked out.
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"She's got a few cuts, but nothing that looks like it was from the Wraiths,"
"Good, we need her in best condition if she's to go through with this 'till the end,"
Aryante slowly opened her eyes and sat up. She was lying down inside a tent and almost didn't remember where she was. She got up and, cautiously, walked outside of the tent. It was only a little light outside, the first signs of what little morning sun they would see that day just coming out from over the mountains behind them. She looked over at three people who were sitting in a small circle talking.
"Aragorn!" She said as she realized who they were. Aragorn turned around just as Aryante jumped on him, hugging him as if it had been years. After all, she had missed him the most since he had been like a brother to her through most of her life.
"Good too see you again, too," Aragorn said with a smile.
"So, she finally awakes!" Gandalf said.
"You've been asleep for two days now," Aragorn explained to Aryante as she sat down next to him.
"And, if I may say so myself, you had Peregrin a bit worried," Gandalf added, a hint of amusement in his voice. "He was more worried than any of us, really. I had to drag him away from you myself so that he would get at least a little sleep."
As if on cue, Pippin came running over.
"You're awake!" he exclaimed, tackling Aryante in a tight hug.
"Ouch!" Aryante said just as he hugged her. Pippin pulled away.
"Are you all right?" he asked, afraid that he had badly hurt her. Aryante nodded.
"I'm fine," she rubbed her arm where Morion had cut her with his sword. It stinged when he touched it, and she wondered if all the other cuts hurt as much. Pippin smiled at her.
"You really had me worried. You've been asleep for two days!"
"So Gandalf tells me," Aryante smiled back at him.
"Back to business," Gandalf said, interrupting their gazes. "We can't all of us approach Mordor at once, as you might have guessed when we got separated." With a nod from Aryante, he continued. "Anyway, I'm afraid we must separate once more. And I'm sure you five wish to continue together as before?" Aryante nodded.
"Well, at least I am. I can't speak for the others," she said.
"What are you talking about?" Merry said, standing behind her with Frodo and Sam. "Of course we're coming with you!"
"Besides," Frodo said. "You don't think we'd leave you and Pippin alone together, do you?" Aryante and Pippin looked at each other, both turning red. Gandalf chuckled.
"So it's settled, then," he said. "You five may go and talk while we discuss which way is best." Aryante and Pippin got up and followed Merry, Frodo, and Sam away from Gandalf and Aragorn to talk about what ever they would. Aryante didn't talk with them, though she sat in a circle with them.
All the while they were talking, she was thinking about that time a few nights before when she had heard before, telling her to use the Ring of Power herself instead of destroying it. (A/N: No, she doesn't have schizophrenia, if that's what you're thinking) 'It's a crazy idea, but. no, no. Stick to normal plan, stick to the plan. Nothing else will work.' She thought to herself.
"Aryante?" Frodo asked, noticing the worried look on her face.
"Yes?" Aryante said, breaking out of her thoughts.
"Are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, thank you," But inside her she knew that she wasn't, feeling the shadow getting ever nearer than before.
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A/N: Yes! Finally finished the chapter! I am sooo sorry it took me this long to get this chapter up. I'll try to get the next chapter up soon, but I'm currently in a writers block (again). So PLEASE!!!! If you have any ideas at all, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me know in an e-mail or a review.
Oh. also, please review. I luv getting your reviews and reading them ^_^
Next chapter soon!. I hope
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The Wraiths had been riding towards Mordor for what seemed like days, though only a few hours. The longer that Aryante, Pippin, Frodo, Sam, and Merry spent around the Wraiths made them feel hopeless, weak, and they couldn't think of any happy thoughts from any time in their life. Also, their visions were beginning to get a bit blurry from their lack of sleep.
Mordor was looming ever nearer and hope seemed impossible to come by when, to their confusion, the Wraiths started slowing down. Aryante looked ahead of them and saw what seemed like ten or twenty horses with riders, almost unawares of them. Not being able to make out who they were, all she could do was hope that they were not more servants of Mordor. She heard the sound of swords being unsheathed and felt the Wraiths starting to go faster again. Soon they could all hear swords clashing together and the shrieks of the Wraiths. In confusion the Wraith holding Aryante dropped her. She fell to the ground and, from being so weak and tired, blacked out.
***********
"She's got a few cuts, but nothing that looks like it was from the Wraiths,"
"Good, we need her in best condition if she's to go through with this 'till the end,"
Aryante slowly opened her eyes and sat up. She was lying down inside a tent and almost didn't remember where she was. She got up and, cautiously, walked outside of the tent. It was only a little light outside, the first signs of what little morning sun they would see that day just coming out from over the mountains behind them. She looked over at three people who were sitting in a small circle talking.
"Aragorn!" She said as she realized who they were. Aragorn turned around just as Aryante jumped on him, hugging him as if it had been years. After all, she had missed him the most since he had been like a brother to her through most of her life.
"Good too see you again, too," Aragorn said with a smile.
"So, she finally awakes!" Gandalf said.
"You've been asleep for two days now," Aragorn explained to Aryante as she sat down next to him.
"And, if I may say so myself, you had Peregrin a bit worried," Gandalf added, a hint of amusement in his voice. "He was more worried than any of us, really. I had to drag him away from you myself so that he would get at least a little sleep."
As if on cue, Pippin came running over.
"You're awake!" he exclaimed, tackling Aryante in a tight hug.
"Ouch!" Aryante said just as he hugged her. Pippin pulled away.
"Are you all right?" he asked, afraid that he had badly hurt her. Aryante nodded.
"I'm fine," she rubbed her arm where Morion had cut her with his sword. It stinged when he touched it, and she wondered if all the other cuts hurt as much. Pippin smiled at her.
"You really had me worried. You've been asleep for two days!"
"So Gandalf tells me," Aryante smiled back at him.
"Back to business," Gandalf said, interrupting their gazes. "We can't all of us approach Mordor at once, as you might have guessed when we got separated." With a nod from Aryante, he continued. "Anyway, I'm afraid we must separate once more. And I'm sure you five wish to continue together as before?" Aryante nodded.
"Well, at least I am. I can't speak for the others," she said.
"What are you talking about?" Merry said, standing behind her with Frodo and Sam. "Of course we're coming with you!"
"Besides," Frodo said. "You don't think we'd leave you and Pippin alone together, do you?" Aryante and Pippin looked at each other, both turning red. Gandalf chuckled.
"So it's settled, then," he said. "You five may go and talk while we discuss which way is best." Aryante and Pippin got up and followed Merry, Frodo, and Sam away from Gandalf and Aragorn to talk about what ever they would. Aryante didn't talk with them, though she sat in a circle with them.
All the while they were talking, she was thinking about that time a few nights before when she had heard before, telling her to use the Ring of Power herself instead of destroying it. (A/N: No, she doesn't have schizophrenia, if that's what you're thinking) 'It's a crazy idea, but. no, no. Stick to normal plan, stick to the plan. Nothing else will work.' She thought to herself.
"Aryante?" Frodo asked, noticing the worried look on her face.
"Yes?" Aryante said, breaking out of her thoughts.
"Are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, thank you," But inside her she knew that she wasn't, feeling the shadow getting ever nearer than before.
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A/N: Yes! Finally finished the chapter! I am sooo sorry it took me this long to get this chapter up. I'll try to get the next chapter up soon, but I'm currently in a writers block (again). So PLEASE!!!! If you have any ideas at all, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me know in an e-mail or a review.
Oh. also, please review. I luv getting your reviews and reading them ^_^
Next chapter soon!. I hope