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Leaping onto Siriarél's bareback, she burst out of the stables. The Road was her only friend. She wanted it back again. As trees and waterfalls blurred behind her, so did her pain. Until it was brought back sharply by one voice.
"Kathryn!" Aragorn called from far behind her. "Come back! Kathryn!"
"Let me be!" She called over her shoulder, urging her mare on as she glided through past the green leaves and glittering waters. Would her presence pollute those waters; would it be her hand that blackened the leaves? Trying to push back the dark despair creeping back in, she found she could not. A shadow lingered in the back of her thoughts. Suddenly she knew it was not of her own mind.
"Kathryn!" Aragorn yelled. "Behind you!" Kathryn looked quickly behind and saw Aragorn, gritting his teeth and spurring his horse onwards. But in between them was a rider in black. No face was visible underneath the folds of dark cloth. Only blackest malice.
"Noro lim, Siriarél. Noro lim! (Ride fast, Siriarél. Ride fast!)" She cried, the shadow in her mind growing into terror. The wound in her side began to throb.
Twisting around again in her saddle she saw Aragorn alongside the Wraith.
"Aragorn! No!" She screamed as she saw it take up its cold blade. Wheeling her horse around, she rode towards both of them, drawing her sword.
"Kathryn flee!" Aragorn bellowed; desperation in his eyes. His face hardening, he parried the black blade with all his strength. The force of the Wraith's blade sent a quiver of cold up his arm and it fell uselessly at his side. "Fly!"
The hooded figure turned back to face Kathryn, uttering in a chilled rasp, "You cannot flee us, we shall find you."
"Go back! Go back to Mordor!" She cried, Siriarél rearing.
"Come back! Come back! To Mordor I shall take you!" It hissed, sensing weakness. "Back to the Shadow where you belong." It laughed, swinging its blade again at Aragorn. This time he ducked; the hilt instead rapping his head, and he toppled off his horse.
"Come with us! Or this human will feel darkness and death. But his death shall only be the beginning." The voice held no laughter this time, only an icy menace.
"No!" Kathryn whispered, yielding to the darkness in her mind. Swaying, she also fell from her horse. Never feeling the ground.
Leaping onto Siriarél's bareback, she burst out of the stables. The Road was her only friend. She wanted it back again. As trees and waterfalls blurred behind her, so did her pain. Until it was brought back sharply by one voice.
"Kathryn!" Aragorn called from far behind her. "Come back! Kathryn!"
"Let me be!" She called over her shoulder, urging her mare on as she glided through past the green leaves and glittering waters. Would her presence pollute those waters; would it be her hand that blackened the leaves? Trying to push back the dark despair creeping back in, she found she could not. A shadow lingered in the back of her thoughts. Suddenly she knew it was not of her own mind.
"Kathryn!" Aragorn yelled. "Behind you!" Kathryn looked quickly behind and saw Aragorn, gritting his teeth and spurring his horse onwards. But in between them was a rider in black. No face was visible underneath the folds of dark cloth. Only blackest malice.
"Noro lim, Siriarél. Noro lim! (Ride fast, Siriarél. Ride fast!)" She cried, the shadow in her mind growing into terror. The wound in her side began to throb.
Twisting around again in her saddle she saw Aragorn alongside the Wraith.
"Aragorn! No!" She screamed as she saw it take up its cold blade. Wheeling her horse around, she rode towards both of them, drawing her sword.
"Kathryn flee!" Aragorn bellowed; desperation in his eyes. His face hardening, he parried the black blade with all his strength. The force of the Wraith's blade sent a quiver of cold up his arm and it fell uselessly at his side. "Fly!"
The hooded figure turned back to face Kathryn, uttering in a chilled rasp, "You cannot flee us, we shall find you."
"Go back! Go back to Mordor!" She cried, Siriarél rearing.
"Come back! Come back! To Mordor I shall take you!" It hissed, sensing weakness. "Back to the Shadow where you belong." It laughed, swinging its blade again at Aragorn. This time he ducked; the hilt instead rapping his head, and he toppled off his horse.
"Come with us! Or this human will feel darkness and death. But his death shall only be the beginning." The voice held no laughter this time, only an icy menace.
"No!" Kathryn whispered, yielding to the darkness in her mind. Swaying, she also fell from her horse. Never feeling the ground.