Disclaimer: No I don't own Lord of the Rings and I don't plan to use this story for profit.  If that does happen I am sure the great J.R.R. Tolkien will rise from his grave and make sure that my muses somehow turn against me. 

A dark figure arose from the darkness.  Alex let out a cry that was swiftly cut off by a gloved hand.  Kristi awoke with a start grasping her arm and Sarah leapt out from her bed as if ready for a fight.  Alex's eyes widened in horror, for she saw it was Wormtongue, and she was dragged out the window.

            "Alex!" Sarah called pulling on shoes.

            Kristi pulled on her boots and grabbed her belt with the sword in a swift movement, and leapt out the window.  Sarah quickly followed suit.

            Alex struggled against Wormtongue, delivering kicks whenever she could and was thrown over his shoulder.  She screamed many curses at him, which definitely were not befitting of a lady.

            "Come back here you low life!" Kristi said almost growling.

            Wormtongue laughed a raspy laugh and tossed Alex over his waiting horse.  He mounted the steed and proceeded to ride off.  Sarah threw a rock at Wormtongue catching him on the cheek.  He turned in her direction hissing.

            "No!" Kristi said, still running as they rode off.

            Sarah whistled a shrill whistle and a horse seemed to come out of nowhere.  She mounted quickly and proceeded to give chase.  "Go get help Kristi!"

            Kristi was still running and stopped suddenly as the mark on her left arm flared with pain.  She pulled back her sleeve and her jaw dropped as she saw the mark glowing slightly.  "This isn't normal!"  She turned to see Sarah riding away.  "Sarah!  Wait!"  She froze suddenly and turned her gaze skyward. . .eyes widening in horror she started running as fast as she could for the cover of trees.

            Alex was managing to get some good punches and kicks in at Wormtongue, but for some reason they didn't seem to affect him.  It was almost as if he was used to it.

            "Where are you taking me?!" she demanded.

            "To Isengard," he said.  "To my master Saruman."

            "What?!  No way in hell!" she said increasing her struggling.

            Wormtongue whispered a spell Saruman had given him and he felt the girl fall unconscious.  Whispering another spell his steed quickened its pace.

            Sarah was urging the horse as fast as she could and cursed as she lost sight of Alex.  She turned the horse around and started heading back toward Edoras, when she saw Kristi running toward her.

            "Run!  Ride!  Go!  Nazgûl on fell beasts!" Kristi cried to get Sarah's attention.  She dived to the ground narrowly missing the claws of one of the fell beasts.

            Sarah nearly fell off the horse seeing the fell beast swoop down, but took Kristi's advice and started riding as fast as she could.  Kristi scrambled back to her feet and started running as fast as her legs could carry her.

            "I. . .hate. . .to. . .run!" Kristi said between breaths as she ran between trees.

            Sarah kept turning her head back to see one Nazgûl on a fell beast following her.  She instantly recognized it as the Lord of the Nazgûl and she rode like hell to avoid it.  Turning her head around again she saw he wasn't following her and slowed her pace slightly.  However, this was because he was in front of her.  Sarah was plucked from the horse and in the iron grip of the Lord of the Nazgûl.  She let out a cry of surprise that echoed in the forest.

            Kristi ran into a clearing, to watch in horror as Sarah was taken by the Witch-King, the Lord of the Nazgûl.  She narrowed her eyes.  "Now I'm pissed!"

            Sarah watched in shock as Kristi shouted something in Black Speech to her captor.  Her captor then shouted something back, causing Kristi to pale and she could hear his rumbling laughter.

            Kristi ducked as another Nazgûl tried swooping down on her.  Rolling aside she drew her sword and cut one of the harnesses.  A Nazgûl fell from the makeshift saddle, visibly pissed, and Kristi did the only thing she could think of. . .she climbed on the fell beast and started chasing after the Lord of the Nazgûl.

            Sarah looked behind her and her jaw dropped.  "Kristi you're insane!"  Realizing her situation she called out again, "on second thought insanity is a good thing!"

            Wormtongue glanced up to the sky and he nearly cried out in terror.  His nervous jolt caused Alex to look up in the sky, blink, stare for a long moment, then fall back into unconsciousness mumbling, "Least I'm on the ground."

            Kristi wasn't exactly sure how she was controlling the fell beast.  It wasn't like driving a car or riding a horse, so she had to improvise.  She figured the 'giving orders in Black Speech' was a good strategy.  That is until she noticed eight other Nazgûl behind her.  "Shit," she muttered.

            Sarah cringed as the Witch-King yelled out orders to the other Nazgûl.  She blanched as he turned to her laughing. 

            Kristi felt the fell beast veer sharply as the other Nazgûl started calling out to it in Black Speech.  She nearly fell off and her leg got caught in one of the straps.  She couldn't escape. . .and the mark's throbbing was growing stronger.  She had a sinking feeling she knew where she was going. . .

            Time passed and the seriousness of the situation was slowly dawning on the girls.  However this seriousness was combated by the sense of anger and general pissed off nature of females in general.

            Alex came back to consciousness as she and Wormtongue neared Isengard.  The stench of the orcs and been the catalyst to her awakening and she desperately wished she had nose plugs, perfume, something to cover their stench.  They were even worse than Wormtongue.  They reached a stable and Wormtongue dragged her into Isengard.  She slapped him for grabbing her too hard and he merely grinned as if he liked that. 

            Alex muttered, "great he probably takes me for some substitute for Eowyn."

            Wormtongue brought her to a large room adorned with candles.  He brought her to a throne and kneeled down before it.  Alex stared and swallowed nervously as she looked at Saruman.  Wormtongue pulled her down so she kneeled, but she smacked him and stood up defiantly.

            "Why am I here?!" she said hiding a tremble in her voice.

            "Wormtongue, leave us," Saruman said.  He watched as Wormtongue scrambled away then turned his attention to the young woman who stood before him.  "Why are you here?  That is what you want answered.  It is because I'm curious."

            "Curious?" she asked hesitantly.  She figured she could at least humor the very powerful wizard, because he got Wormtongue away from her, for the time being.

            "Indeed," he said rising from the throne.  "You were traveling with Gandalf were you not?"

            Alex nodded, "just to get to Edoras."

            "How is Gandalf?" he said.  His loss of the hold on the king was still fresh in his mind.

            "He's okay," Alex said shifting nervously.

            "And what about those who were traveling with you?" he said.  "Your friends."

            "They were fine. . .I don't know what happened. . .Wormtongue took me.  They better not be hurt!"

            "Well, if they are it wouldn't be on my account," Saruman said.  "Your one friend is a servant of Sauron after all."

            "That's not true!" Alex shouted.

            Saruman smirked.  "She bears his mark and is heading to Mordor now.  And your other friend. . .taken by the Lord of the Nazgûl, probably for collateral no doubt.  You should consider yourself safe. . ."

            Alex fumed in anger.  'Safe!' she thought to herself.  'I'm stuck in the middle of thousands of orcs, disgusting Wormtongue, and a powerful wizard!  I am not safe!'

            Saruman noted her silence.  "You should take some time to think on this."  He called, "Wormtongue!  Take her to a spare room and lock her there."  Turning to Alex, "it is a good thing you're a lady.  It would be a shame to lock you in the dungeons with the orcs."

            Alex glared at Wormtongue as he came close and followed him to one of the rooms.  When she heard the lock click, she sat down on a cot and sighed.  "I hope you guys are all right. . ." she said trailing off.

             Sarah was hardly all right, for she still remained in the clutches of the Witch-King.  "Where are we going?!" she demanded.

            He answered her in Black Speech.

            "Don't give me that!  I don't speak it like Kristi does.  Speak so I can understand!" she said coldly.

            The Witch-King chuckled.  "My what a feisty lass you are. . .but if you must know. . ."  He had the fell beast descend and a castle seemed to appear from the clouds. "We are going to my fortress in the realm of Angmar."

            "Oh," Sarah said, "okay."  She inwardly chided herself for sounding so casual about it.

            The Witch-King had the fell beast land and wraith like creatures tended to it.  He turned to Sarah, letting go of her arm.  "There is no escape from here, so do not even try."

            Sarah just glared at him and followed him when he motioned for her.  She couldn't help but admire the Witch-King's tastes.  There were tapestries and ornate sculptures wherever she looked.  He led her to an elaborate room.  "You will be staying here."

            Sarah's jaw dropped at the room, but she kept her composure.  "What has happened to Alex?  To Kristi?"

            "The light haired one is not Sauron's concern and is not yours for now. . .but if you insist, she is safe.  As for the other she must adhere to her duties."

            "Whoa, wait. . .duties!"

            "Of course, that is why Sauron wishes to speak with her.  I marked her myself, she is his servant," he said.

            Sarah could detect a smirk in his voice and glared at him.  "Then what the hell am I doing here?!"

            "If your friend does not adhere to her duties. . .well, let me just say that I have quite an influence on the ladies," he chuckled as he slammed her door shut, locking it.

            Sarah shook her head at the door and muttered, "pervert.  Centuries old ring wraith, a dead king, yet he's still a man. . .great. . ."  She sighed, "I hope the others are fairing better than I am."

            Kristi was struggling to hang onto the fell beast and grab her sword as it neared Mordor.  The fact that the other Nazgûl were swooping around, seemingly having fun at her expense was not helping.  The fell beast landed and she managed to cut herself free, falling heavily to the ground.  Her head hit the ground and little black dots were at the edge of her vision.

            The Nazgûl were speaking Black Speech, but she could understand it perfectly.  "Will you stop calling me that?!  'Young mortal fool' is starting to get old!"

            She realized this was probably not the best thing to say when the Nazgûl slowly stalked toward her.  She scrambled to her feet and slowly backed up into a wall of stone.  She swallowed nervously and said quietly, "sorry."

            They grabbed her roughly and took her to a dark chamber, with a pit of fire in its center.  Her scar on her left arm started burning and she fell to her knees grasping it.  Her eyes widened as the fire in the pit rose and a smoky figure was seen. . .she knew it was Sauron.

            "Snaga ob burzum," the figure of Sauron said looking to her.

            "Narkuu, buurz shakh!" she gritted her teeth, yelling back.

            "Lat matuurz glob," the figure said walking toward her.  "You are my servant.  You obey me."

            Kristi shook her head in denial and a look of fear crossed her face when the figure grasped her arm.  'Shit!' she thought.  'It isn't just smoke!'

            "Obey me and reap the rewards of my reign.  You will be able to rule, aid me and worlds will be at your fingertips.  Aid me. . .and your friends will live." 

            Kristi looked to him in shock and couldn't come up with words to say.  After all, being in the grasp of a Dark Lord can be quite a terrifying experience. 

            Sauron's figure released her and he turned to the Nazgûl.  "Lock her up in a place where she is able to think this over."

            The Nazgûl locked her in a room, resembling a cell, but it could have been worse.  She sat heavily down in a chair and stared ahead feeling sick.  "Our friendship must remain strong," she said.  "It must. . ."

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Translations:

(Black Speech/English)

Snaga ob burzum-Slave of Darkness

Narkuu, buurz shakh!-Never, Dark Lord!

Lat matuurz glob-You mortal fool

Author's Note: Ah. . .Black Speech, such a fun language to say, especially when you want to scare the normals.  Er. . .you didn't hear that.  *Glances to her muses who are jabbering excitedly in Black Speech and clears throat, getting them to be quiet* The next chapter will be the conclusion of this story and the update shall be in three days.  *Grabs a black cloak, commandeers a fell beast, flies over to the review button, does an impressive flip in the air and lands solidly, arms extended toward 'submit review' button* *Muses snort 'we can do that' but clap anyway and Kristi restrains the fell beast, so it doesn't go after the mouse, 'bad fell beast!  This kind of mouse is not for eating!'*