The dinner went well. Merry and Pippin eventually gave in and ate anyway, while Sam and Frodo eyed the food with distrusting glares similar to Aragorn's look that was given to Boromir. Those distrusting glares were also aimed at Eolande and Roland. They sat together, reminding Frodo of the dream. Why was Boromir suspended and why was his voice the same as Sauron's? Frodo came up with the conclusion of betrayal, but he would not believe it himself. All of the eight companions looked up to Roland as he stood to tell the company the reasons that they weren't being let go.

As you may know, I am Roland Valentyne, leader of Celythian, alongside Eolande's, he motioned to Eolande, sitting next to him with pride, father.

I see you wondering about the reason for our hostility and I will tell you. Once every year, a dark city called Sefeal tries to take our city by force. And every year, our population grows thinner because of it. Young men die, and the rest are getting too old to fight. Our magicians are limited. Two years ago, I decided to round up warriors to help us. We usually are a bit less forceful, but our lieutenant, Ellian, had a personal problem with the steward of Gondor. And after you holding Eli's messenger hostage, well, we took drastic measures. This is probably a bit shocking to ask of you, but will you fight for us? You are the only ones we have recruited.

Don't you mean kidnapped? Frodo turned to Sam, who was standing up to his full height, which wasn't hard to do, and holding a closed fist at Roland. This startled everyone, even Frodo. And with this distraction, the doors exploded and revealed a group of people with faces painted and head cloaked with hoods of night. The water from the rain seemed to not touch them. Caught by surprise, the companions didn't have a chance.


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Roland walked over to the red, flowing bed which Eolande was crouched under picking up a tiny box. Look what I have! Her eyes were full of unmistakable excitement as she ripped open the box with her painted nails. She took out a small golden ring and slipped it on. She disappeared. Roland was about to panic when he heard her bell-like voice flow through him. Those magicians got it for me. You know those men who came earlier at dinner?

Roland shook his head and smiled. He knew what his love had on her long, slender finger. And that ring would help the Celytians win this war once and for all. Then Eolande would be his love no longer. His normally sweet smile twisted wickedly and reflected what Roland would become, evil and corrupted.

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Aragorn stood in the midst of battle, his hair, black again and flowing in the wind. The small city of Lessin was dying, there was nothing he could do. He watched as the Steward of Gondor yelled to his men, his face so young. The steward wanted to hurry up and go home, so he could teach young Boromir about the basics of sword fighting. The Steward hopped of his horse with almost elf-like grace. He drew his sword and charged. The Lord of Lessin didn't last long. The fight ended with Ellian crouched over his dead father, tears streaming down his young face. It was sad for Aragorn to see a boy killed so young. Barely fifteen, and he was dead. The Steward didn't think twice to sink the sword that was covered with Ellian's father's blood into the child.

Aragorn woke up with a cold sweat. Now that he saw the heir to the fallen city of Lessin again after his fall in battle, Aragorn felt horrible. It was then that he realized that he was outside in the cold. Everyone was here, seemingly unharmed, except Boromir. Legolas got up quickly to scout the surrounding area, while Sam and Merry attended to the still unconscious Gimli, Frodo and Pippin. What happened? was Pippin's first words when he came to.

Aragorn really didn't know what happened himself, truth to be told. It had happened too fast. The hooded figures snapped their bone-white fingers as fire emerged and that was all he could remember. That was happening way too much lately. But, this wasn't time for him to worry about that because the army of Sefeal was only twenty miles away, as Legolas stated.

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Sorry i haven't updated in a while. Stupid school.... ah but it's almost out! So i'll be writing a lot more. So can you review, please? I'm out.