The beginning to Part Two, The World's of old United. Seems odd for a LOTR title, but hey, work with me, I'm 14! Cut me a lil bit a slack, eh? I am not Tolkien… in any way. =P LOL, bai!

~Hoshiko

The Three Hunters Again

Param and Terry stayed in their log, hardly breathing. Once and a while, one would shift because of something poking into him, and the other would scold him. They stayed in the log, for what seemed, forever, until they could hear rumblings of stampeding feet. Their hearts stopped, and they kept still as they saw orc-feet trampling past them.

            Now, this log they had chosen to hide in was ill chosen, for it was not set correctly into the ground. With every tremor, it seemed to loosen itself more and more, until it finally started to roll down the hill. The two hobbits with in cried out as it rolled, and an orc stopped some of his comrades.

'The halflings!' it said in a low voice, 'They are this way, come along!' he said, and followed after the log, about ten behind him.

The log stopped against the tree with a thug, and the two dazed hobbits fell out either end.

'Oh….' Param said, gripping his head with his hands. 'That was painful…' he said, but Terry was not as dizzy, and when he saw what was running at them, he jumped up and ran over to his cousin.

'Come along, Par! We might know something more painful than that in a minute!' he said, and tugged his cousin to his feet. Param saw the on-coming orcs and quickly followed Terry, running the other way. To their dismay, though, they encountered a rather large trench, with a river running at the bottom. They stopped, as they were about to fall over into it. They turned around in fear to face their other threat, and picked up stones, starting to hurl them at the offending creatures.

'Hit him harder, Terry!' Param cried, but he missed one of the orcs, and it came straight at them. Luckily enough, they looked at each other, then over the side, and jumped to the side. The plan worked, and the Orc fell over the edge, grabbing onto the side. In unison they each stomped on his fingers and he fell down, breaking his neck on the bottom of the trench. They smiled at themselves, but there was another behind them, ready to strike. It did not get a chance to, though, for it was hit in the side of the neck with a knife. They both looked to see where the knife came from, and saw Teredon racing towards the hobbits, sword in hand.

'Teredon!' Terry cried as the warrior started to attack the orcs, killing the first few at hand. The two hobbits cheered on wildly, throwing more rocks at other orcs. He was starting to be over-powered, though, and he took out his new horn, blowing on it a loud, low note. The first one it had done for an age of Middle-earth. The hobbits then took out their swords and started to slice wildly, and with this help, he killed the rest off quickly, and when he had finished, he looked at the halflings and ran over to them.

'Are you all right?' He asked, panting. This had been the most fighting he had seen for a great while.

'Yes, we are fine, how are you?' Param asked, and through the forest they could hear another sound, rather close to a bark. He looked to it, and in horror pointed to the new group of orcs, running at them. 'Teredon!' He screamed, but it was too late. One of the orcs took out his knife, aimed, and hit Teredon in the arm. From the strength and pain of the attack, Teredon stepped back, missing the ground and falling over the edge of the trench, holding on with his good hand. Param and Terry watched in horror, and tried to help him up, but couldn't because the orcs grabbed them, carrying them off the other way.

'Param, Terry!' Teredon cried, before his one arm failed him, and he fell down into the trench and into the river.

Aradraen, Froin, and Relnik rushed to the sound of the horn, but when they found a trench there, they had to stop. They had fallen into a dead end, and there was no where else it could have come from.

'Where could they have gone?' Froin asked, looking over the edge.

'I… I do not know…' The Ranger said, looking at the ground. She walked up the hill, and found tracks. 'It seems the hobbits hid in the log… it rolled down the hill, and they fell out of the ends... they saw orcs coming and ran over here... running down to the trench… they stopped, turned, and then went back up… it seems as if they started fighting, when from over here someone larger came, but it I not an orc or hobbit foot, but a man's!' she said, and Froin nodded her head.

'That would be where he was running from.' She said, and Relnik agreed.

'Then the fighting ended… he walked over to the hobbits, and… they stopped for a minute, then… these are difficult to read… he faltered and stepped over the edge… he held on for a long as he could and then… Relnik, use your eyes and see if you can see Teredon's body!' she said quickly, and Relnik scanned the area. He saw nothing.

'There is no sign of him.' Relnik said sadly, and looked at Aradraen. She was still looking at the ground.

'And then it was as I had feared… the hobbits were taken.' She said, and Froin nodded.

'Then we must go to camp and see if Ondril and Brom are still there. Hopefully they escaped.' She said, and they made their way back to camp. When they arrived they saw that Brom's pack had gone, and there were light hobbit tracks in the sand.

'They have gone off themselves.' Relnik said, and looked around. 'You are our councilor, what will we do?'

'We cannot follow them forever, they were destined to go off by themselves.' Aradraen said, and Relnik nodded.

'So it will always be destined,' Froin said, putting her pack on and going over to the other two. 'The Fellowship will always fail.'

'In the defense of the last and current, I will state that the Fellowship has never failed. As long as it is remembered and honored, it will live on forever.' She said, and the other two nodded. 'Now, we would be honoring nothing if we left Param and Terry alone with the orcs. They will need rescuing, for I doubt that there are anymore Ents in the woods to help save them.' She said, and smirked, 'let's go hunt some orc.'

'You took the words out of my mouth.' Relnik said, and they started running towards the trench. When they came back to the spot they stopped and bowed their heads, paying respects to Teredon. After a moment of silence, the sound of a deep singing voice could be heard. It was Froin.

From the west, the birds carry messages

Sadly now they sing, telling stories

White towers of Gondor look to them and ask

Where is our Great Warrior? They say

Where is Teredon, son of Theredorn? Where is Teredon the Great?

Then Relnik sang:

We have just come from the west, my friends

The birds say with heavy hearts

We have just come, and we are sorry to say

That he has fallen valiantly

He has fallen, fighting for Gondor and all of Middle-earth

Finally Aradraen sang:

No longer will he walk through your halls

No longer will he sing

For he has fallen valiantly far away from home

We wish you thought of him well

Alas, for all of you he perished, for all of you he fell

They left the place with heavy hearts, knowing that they must keep going, if they hoped at all for the sake of Param and Terry. After walking slowly for a while they picked up pace, and eventually went to running.

'We will run until we can run no longer, for we must reach the hobbits.' Aradraen said as she ran. 'If we catch them, I pity them, for they will be shown no mercy. My only hope would be that they will not kill the two once the find out that they do not have the Stone.'

'Then it is in our best interest to not stop. It is fine, though, for the endurance of a dwarf is nothing to shake a stick at!' she said, and Relnik nodded.

'Where would they be heading to?' Relnik asked as he ran, following Aradraen.

'The orcs were of Uruk-hai kind, but I was never told by the Lord or Lady of the Wood that there was such place like the ancient Isengaurd.' Aradraen answered back, throwing it over her shoulder. 'They would take him to Mordor, where the head of their order is!'

'To Mordor, then!' Froin cried, and did her best to run with her companions. It was rather difficult for her, because of her shorter legs. They ran on from dusk through night to dawn, and they had made it to the middle off the North and South Undeep. The tracks had led them to the river, and it seemed they had simply trampled into it.

'This is not possible… they simply walked into the water!' Aradraen said, looking at the tracks again. 'Surely, they could not, for it is at least ten feet deep and the hobbits would have drowned!' she said, and they pondered this, until something in the bushes caught Relnik's eye.

'There is something over yonder!' he said, and rushed over. What he saw made him bow his head. 'There are a pile of bodies here, and they look like fishers.' He said, and Aradraen saw it was so.

'The orcs must have attacked them for their boats, then left the bodies. These creatures have killed more good lives than they deserve to know. I mourn for the children who will not see their father tonight.' She said, and looked around. She saw one more boat that was left over, and she was surprised that the orcs had not taken it, also.

'Well, they are a careless bunch, they most likely did not see it.' Froin said, reading Aradraen's puzzlement. She agreed and they took the boat, crossing the river and landing on the other side, into the lands of Rohan.