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I got the exact quotes from the movie from http://www.geocities.com/seatofkings/



"Estel! Estel! ARAGORN! Will you wait a moment!"

The dark clothed Ranger sighed and turned to the woman who was struggling with her horse. "Can you at least attempt to get you beast moving Rath?" He asked in an irritated tone.

"Milord Aragorn, son of Arathorn, you know very well that no one can get a horse through the Midgewater Marshes. Not even the future son-in-law of Elrond Halfelven." Lyncorath told him peevishly. "I'll have to send her back to Rivendell, give me a moment to unpack my goods."

She sighed and patted her horse on the neck. "He's so inpatient Kathred. Well, I suppose I can't blame him. His destiny is racing to meet him in the south." She sighed and finished packing he belongings into her pack. Rath was a light traveller needing only a spare change of clothes, her blanket, food and her weapons. She began to do a mental checklist

'Lets see I have Angabrac (this was the name of her mighty battle axe, it meant Shadow Bane), my mace, knife, food, blanket, clothes, Te-'

"Rath! Hurry up! We must get to Bree before nightfall! The Wraiths are bound to be on the Hobbit's trail!"

"Ohh. . ." Rath muttered some incoherent curses as she swung her pack onto her back. She then turned to Kathred. "Make your way speedily to Rivendell, old friend, where we shall meet again soon. Arain will take care of you." She gave Kathred a final pat and the horse trotted away, taking it's mistresses unpacked belonging with it.

Rath sighed and turned to follow Aragorn through the quagmire.


When the Ranger and the Wanderer arrived in Bree it was raining. Aragorn strode up to the gateway and knocked loudly.

"Whose there!?" Came an old voice, the gatekeepers.

"Strider the Ranger and Rath the Wanderer!"

The gate swung open. "What may you two be wantin?"

"We want to go to the inn." Aragorn, or Strider as we must now call him, told the old gatekeeper.

"Yes, we wish to partake in some of your villages famous hospitality." Rath said sarcastically. "Also, we would like to dry off before we catch our deaths."

"No need to be like that miss." He said as he opened the gate and stepped back to let them in.

'Huh! Miss.' Thought Rath as she followed Strider through the muddy streets of Bree. 'I am an eternity older that he is. Long after he is gone I will still be here.' She added snottily. Lyncorath was a being like Gandalf and was ageless.

They came to the famous inn and stood outside it, under the sign.

"Rath, I want you to scout around Bree, see if you can find these Hobbits. And see if the Ringwraiths are near. Then I want you to come back and report to me at the inn."

Rath was about to say something about how Aragorn could not give orders to her like that but then decided against it when she saw the grim determination on the Rangers face. She muttered something inaudible and stalked off into the rain.

"By the Valar! Who dose he think he is? He's not king yet! Rangers: Humph!" She muttered to herself as she made her way to the wooden wall that surrounded the village. Rath was somewhat out of humour, for she did not like the rain, especially since she knew that she could be inside a warm inn next to a roaring fire with a mug of ale and a haunch of beef.

As she passed the town gate she saw that the small doorway in the gate was open and heard a young voice saying:

"We wish to stay at the inn. Our business is our own."

"Alright, young sir, I meant no offence." The Gatekeeper told the visitors. "It's my job to ask questions after nightfall. There's talk of strange folk abroad. Can't be too careful."

Rath quickly ducked down an ally and watched the travellers walk down the road to the inn. 'They can't be the Halflings Gandalf told me about,' she thought, 'there's four of them.' Then the lead Hobbit turned his head suddenly and Rath saw two robin egg blue eyes peering in her direction, she swiftly melded into the shadows, their was no mistaking that look in those eyes, the sense of innocence tainted with worry, that boy was a Ringbearer.


"Leaving so soon?" The Gatekeeper asked Rath as she approached him.

"Don't be ridiculous man! I just want to know about those Halflings you just let in."

"Really?"

"Yes. Tell me, do you know where they came from?"

"Well they didn't say miss, but the lad I talked to had a Hobbiton accent."

"So he's the one." Rath muttered to herself.

"Miss?"

"Humm. Pardon?"

"Will their be anything else you'll be wantin?"

"Ohh, yes! Open the gate for a moment, I must go out for a while. I won't be gone long, and I will return shortly."


"You have a stout heart little Hobbit." Strider told Sam as he sheathed his sword. "But that will not save you."

"ESTEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!" Came a yell from outside.

"Damn the girl!" Strider muttered to himself. "I said she had to call me Strider."

"Whose that?" Asked the Hobbits as one.

"A friend, it was she who told me about you and your 'business' Frodo, and she was told by Gandalf."

"Who is she?" Asked Sam, narrowing his eyes at the door.

"Around these parts she is known as 'Rath the Wanderer'. The people of Bree don't trust her anymore that they do me, saying that she is a Sorceress, which is not far from the truth."

There was the sound of feet, a lot of them, running towards the room. "Whatever you do, don't try any of your Hobbit cheek on her, for she is out of temper and you do not want Rath as your enemy."

The door burst open and the tallest woman any of the Hobbits had ever seen came in. She wore black like Strider and trousers, which the Hobbits had never seen before, at least on a woman. At her waist was a large stone knife. She was closely followed by Butterbur, the Landlord.

"I don't know what you think your doin missy." He told her. "But you can't just come burstin into people's private- What the?" He had spotted Strider. "What are you doin in here?"

"Quiet man!" The woman called Rath barked, fiercely. The then turned to Frodo. "Stupid boy!" She hissed at him. "Why did you have to put it on!?"

"Wha? How did you know about that?" But she had turned to Strider.

"Est-Ara-Strider! They felt it, when he put it on! There coming for it! Right now"

"By the Valar." Muttered Strider. "You can no longer wait for the wizard, Frodo." He turned to address the Hobbit. "They're coming."


It was at this point that Nissa feel out of her bed with a loud 'BANG' and a cry of "BUGGERIT!"


*sigh* Yes we have come to the end of my dream, but don't worry *winks* we still have the other girls to do. Next up, Silvawen, Lady of Mirkwood! *grins* As ever, please leave me lots of nice reviews to tell me what you think of this fic. Flamers will be skinned and then dipped in salt!