"We must go on," said a voice she heard muffled through her hands and hair covering her ears. "By nightfall, these hills will be swarming with goblins." Rogue recognized the voice as Aragorns. She looked up, wiped her face, and combed her hands through her hair to smoothen her tangles. She pitied Frodo and Sam, especially Frodo, who had had a pretty close relationship with Gandalf. But something told her that Gandalf was still alive. It was impossible, but she let the feeling of hope take over the grief that weigh down her heart.

They moved on, and sure enough, by sunset when they rested, she heard the distant calls of goblins far behind them. She lay on the ground, with Sheba curled up by her side. No one slept soundly that night. The thought of losing such a good friend had made all their night restless. She sighed to herself, and took another try at sleeping. She drifted off after a few hours, but the small amount of sleep she got overall made it almost seem not worth it. They wandered on, and into a spaced out forest where all the tree's seemed to be the same exact kind. She sensed motion all around them, there were things, elves, watching their every move.

"They say an enchantress lives in these woods." Gimli started to say. "A powerful sort, one look at her and you'll be caught in her trance." These seemed extremely wise words for Gimli to say, as most of everything he said proceeded or was followed by- "But don't worry, lads. I'll protect you. I've got the eyes of a hawk, and the ears of a fox-" An elf, she had seen before, appeared in front of Gimli, holding an arrow to his face.

"The dwarf breathes so loud," He started, watching them all put their hands up, "I could have shot him in the dark." Rogue couldn't help a small laugh, even though it was a serious situation. "The Lady of the Wood foretold your coming." He said, eyeing the girl. "But she said nothing of a tenth companion, or of a girl." She stepped back, wiping all proof of the slightest smile off her face. They were taken to the Enchantress of the forest. She looked solemn, but young and beautiful. Rogue could tell by first sight that she was not young at all, and was probably more than a couple thousand years of age. The Lady looked at Rogue for more than a few seconds, Rogue trying to keep a straight face, and look proper.

"Daughter of Sauron, what is your business here?" She said.