These are my thanks for the reviews. For some reason it only uploaded 398 words when I tried to upload the whole thing. So the chapter is the next one over.

Dara Maeko: My e-mail just popped up with your review. So if you are still reading, I wasn't ignoring you, my e-mail was being lame. So sorry about that. But I will answer your question, Scott didn't read about the dream. He only gets to most of her waking moment with the characters.

MaverickGirl: I can understand, but don't worry the story isn't ending yet. We'll have to wait and see if we hear of what happened with Aragorn and the others.

Mrs. Ekeena Greenleaf: I'm glad that you liked that. I wanted Shantel to meet up with them so I finally just threw a thing in, or a wraith you can say, so that way she would see them.

CapricornLethe: Thanks so much! Hope you like this chapter.

Tindomiel: That's a good bit of advise, and I'm trying to keep that in mind when I type. I know that we know that I'm writing about Shantel, I'm just working on making sure the sentences are not full or her and she and such. I appreciate it though.

Aislin: A pet balrog! And that's funny it bit you, LOL! Ouch! Dang it, it bit me too, evil creature! But he is cute… yeah so, This is the police force here, I'm using what I see on TV about bad cop shows. I actually do have more faith in our police system then I'm putting in the story :o) The song is She's like the Wind, by Patrick Swayze from Dirty dancing. The site with the music on it is . I'll e-mail it to you if the link doesn't show. And happy birthday on the second!

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Elen: I know, exciting yet sad at the same time, isn't it?

Dark Fire: That's okay, basket ball is cool. I had a friend in school who was on the girls team. And don't worry the story isn't going to end too soon.

It was the mountain. If Shantel wasn't so tired she would reach over and touch the base just to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. When they first casted aside the heavy armor, their speed picked up although, most of all Frodo, they were still slumped over, weary, tired, thirsty and hungry.

"I hate to ask Sam, but how much water do we have left?" Shantel asked.

"A mouthful in my pouch and the spare is half full," Sam said lifting his and the other pouch they found discarded. Seeming to be clean they took it with them as emergency water, which it seemed they would have to use soon.

"Give Frodo last of the good water," Shantel said. "I need a drink, but I'll take it from the spare, you too Sam." Nodding, Sam made sure that Frodo had his drink first while the rest took a small sip.

"There will be just a short rest then we will go," Frodo said sitting down and closing his eyes. The other two sat but couldn't sleep.

"What do you think is going on with the others, Shantel?" Sam was laying on his back looking towards the darkened sky.

"I believe right now that they are at war," Shantel said. "When we arrived a fight was going on, I got knocked senseless." Literally. "Then I was brought here with you two."

"I tried to take the ring up to Mt. Doom myself," Sam said hanging his head. "I wasn't able to carry the burden myself. Thoughts started to fill my head of me being Samwise the strong."

"I think that you are strong in spirit," Shantel said, laying down herself, looking at the darkened sky.

"I'm sorry that you might not make it out of here."

"What makes you say that Sam?" Shantel turned her head towards Sam.

"Because we won't have the strength to leave." Sam let out a weary sigh. "We're barely making it there. I would talk with Frodo about our story being stored in songs and legends, singing of Frodo and his Samwise, and I now wonder if they'll sing of Lady Shantel."

"I think I have been more of a burden then anything," Shantel laughed at the thought of songs being sung about her. "Taking your supplies, your water. Mostly I have been taggin along."

"Have you forgotten that you are trying to return home?"

But where was home? Was family waiting, how would she get there? Not knowing an answer Shantel sighed and sat up rubbing her eyes.

"We should get some sleep." Sam nodded and noticed Frodo shivering and crawled over to him.

"Wish I hadn't left my blanket behind," Sam muttered. Hearing this, Shantel rolled over and crawled over hugging the two hobbits like children trying to share body heat. When the ground rumbled, Shantel held the hobbits tighter, throwing her light cloak over the two. A flash of red lit the night then it was dark once more.