Disclaimer: I don't owe any of the characters, it's all Tolkien's doing, and of course a little bit of Peter Jackson. This story is meant to entertain and not to infringe upon any organisation that owns an interest in Lord Of The Rings.

***************************************************************** Author's note I know there are a lot of LOTR stories out there, and it was impossible to read them all, trust me, I tried. So if this story looks like anything that has been written earlier, I apologize. I didn't mean to do it. As for all you writers out there, keep up the good work! I have to thank Shirebound for reviewing and pointing out the grammar mistakes. I have to confess that I'm from Holland, and English can be difficult at times. So, if you see a mistake, please tell, and I'll repost, like I did now.

Summary This takes place in the Fellowship of the ring, after the group just left Lothlorien. Aragorn is injured badly, and the group is wondering what happened. Boromir takes up the lead, but are his intention all good? Is the ring affection his mind so badly that he won't be able to lead the Fellowship? It involves the whole group.





Again he felt eyes burning on his back, a feeling of unease and anger flowed through him. He did not need to look to know who was staring at him so. Ever since they had an argument, he had felt it, the eyes. He did not dare to speak about it, for he was too angered himself. He merely chose to ignore it. His paddle was pushed with force, the boat gliding swiftly through the blue, almost green water. The hobbits had been quiet, the normal chatter had subdued hours back. The ring bearer would glance about from time to time, earning him a worried glance from his trustful companion. Did they feel it too, the danger, the tension? The nervous glint in Frodo's blue eyes told him the answer. Yes they felt it as well. He slowed down the boat, waiting for Boromir to gain on him, until he was able to study the only companion with them who was able to keep his emotions at bay. He was the eyes and ears of the fellowship, the ever watchful watcher. The Elf was tense, his eyes darting around, as if he was sensing something. Could the Ring affect such an immortal and fair creature, he wondered. Aye, it could, for the Ring had many and dangerous powers. But did it posses enough power to affect the keen elves senses? Nay, he decided, the Elf had sensed danger, and it had nothing to do with the Ring around Frodo's neck. He could only hope they would reach the shores safely and even more so, unharmed.

Something was amiss; something was approaching them, a deep and dark creature, with foul intentions. His elven senses were screaming at him to stop, to take shelter, to aim at the enemy. Were his eyes betraying him? He could not see danger, he could not smell danger. And yet, it had to be here somewhere. His blue grey eyes shifted, looking for a person in the fellowship who could tell he was right or wrong. He sighed, almost relieved that he still was right. The man had exchanged a glance with him; the grey eyes showing worry, and fear. Something was amiss, for sure now. If the ranger felt it as well, it had to be close by; it had to be in sight. Or was the Ring affecting his friend's judgement? Was the Ring affecting his judgement? He shuddered, not wanting to think about it. He too felt the dark power of the ring, calling out to him, luring him to use it. It was not strong, and had no hold over him, but to feel it was overpowering as it was. But then, where was the danger?

The birds had fallen silent; the trees soft rustling could not be heard. Even the water had fallen to the silence, only the boats making a sound. The Elf stopped paddling, concentrated to catch something. Danger; nature seemed to scream, run while you can, for it will get you. Aragorn turned, to see the Elf frozen on his spot, not even responding to the jest of the dwarf.

"Legolas?"

Again he did not respond, not verbally. He held up his hand, indicating for the ranger to be still. The gesture was not questioned, and silence fell over them again. The hobbits looked at the surface of the water, with fear in their eyes. What if a huge monster would attack them, knocking over their boats? Suddenly the water did not look inviting. For a moment, nothing breathed, nothing spoke, nothing happened...

"Aaaaaaaargh"

Aragorn grabbed his head, a flaming pain shot trough it, as if he was on fire. He could not see, or feel or care beyond the pain. His body was lured into the darkness, and he let go, plummeting into the darkness.

Legolas did not know what had happened, when Aragorn had screamed in pain. Had he been hit, and where was the attacker? He had not heard a weapon nor had he heard the impact. And he could only watch as Aragorn fell into the water, unconscious before even reaching it.