Hm. Well, I am updating again! I don't think there's anything too confusing in here, but if there is, leave a review (Leave one anyway!) and ask about it, I'll answer in the next chappie.

And here it is folks, the next installment in the oddest insertion ever!

Chapter 8 In which our heroes are frozen, nearly killed, nearly kill each other, and given gifts…not all at the same time of course…

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They sailed for a while, and after a time a swan like ship bore Galadriel next to Aragorns craft. They disembarked on the shore and found food and drink waiting for them. They ate, for awhile forgetting their quest, and listening to the lady speak. Soon, Celeborn began to speak at length, mostly with Boromir, of the quest. He told them that the trees, now thick, would soon thin. Then he told the path of those following Boromir.

It was then that the Lady Galadriel stood from the grass, dress as white as ever. Sirrah rasied an eyebrow.

'So why doesn't she ever get grass stains?'

'I dunno…elvish grace?'

'No. Bleach.'

The lady took a glass from one of her maidens and filled it with mead. Kat smiled, Sirrah looked indifferent. Kat had been raised on wine, her father made it as a hobby. Sirrah didn't mind it, but didn't relish it either.

She brought the cup to each of them, and bade them drink farewell. She came to the girls last, and paused, then bade them drink as well.

She then bestowed on them gifts of the Gladrim. Aragorn received a sheath for his sword, after a bit of polite arguing. Kat and Sirrah got into a small argument while she gave them others their gifts, Kat pausing to look over Legolas' new bow. They then continued arguing until she had finished with Frodo. She then stood before them, commanding silence in their mind. Their arguments stopped the nanosecond they saw her move to them.

"Women of Angmar. Long has it been since any of your kind has walked on this earth alive, and longer still since they have strayed into Lorien. Now I give to you memoirs of your stay."

With that she held up a silver belt. It was like chain mail, with the smallest links possible. On the front was a snake, curling around a sword all over a four pointed star. In its eyes there was inlaid a green stone, clear as the grass they stood upon. Sirrah looked at it in awe, then slipped it around her waist. No words were said.

Then she turned to Kat. Opening her hand, Kat saw that there were two things in it. A small bracelet, silver, with many small charms attached. That was not what made her jaw drop though. Laying in her hand with the bracelet was a single, slim, green leaf. She held out her hand, and Galadriel allowed the bracelet to trickle in, while the leaf wafted in. She stepped back.

"To you, lady Kat, I give a leaf from the greatest tree in Lorien, the last to turn gold in the wood. And To you both, witches of Angmar, pure of heart and mind, I give the last of the metal to be touched by Dwarves, men and Elves in fellowship, as a sign of the peace that you have worked to make between us all.."

As the fellowship looked closer at the two, along with the elves, Kat and Sirrah both blushed a color that even Sam couldn't match. When all had turned, they examined their gifts closer.

'This is odd. We didn't have *that* much of a role in the peace.'

Kat commented mind to mind.

'Hm. I dunno, oh wait… Haldir… you said something about peace between the peoples…'

'surely she couldn't of heard that!'

Galadriel turned to regard them one last time. They saw her eyes pierce the air, and knew.

'Gah! I think she did!'

'Jimminy! It's a wonder she hasn't warned someone about Boromir!'

'Oh. Hell, someone can read my mind…besides you Kat. I hope she hasn't heard my personal thoughts concerning…nevermind.'

'Nate?'

'You guessed it.'

'In that case, I don't want to know.'

But it was already to late for Galadriel to do it any more. For she had boarded the boat again and they had begun to get into their own boats. Kat quickly fastened her bracelet, then looked at the leaf. Looking up, she saw a last glimpse of Galadriel. In her last farewell, she raised her hand, and Kat caught a glimpse of green at her neck. She smiled.

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For a few days, they saw no sign of the enemy. On the third day though, they heard the swish of wings.

"Swans!" Said sam, "and mighty big ones too!"

Kat sat down heavily on the bank. Aragorn looked up at the birds.

"Yes. And they are black." He muttered.

He looked worridly at Kat again.

"Are they of the enemy?" Pippen asked.

Sirrah looked at him.

"No, a bad omen. They are akin, but not of the enemy."

Kat shook her head.

"Couldn't have put it better myself."

Frodo shivered.

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The fourth day was by far the most interesting for all. Sam, Frodo, and Aragorn in the same boat, suddenly encvountered rapids. None of the others in the fellowship seemed to feel them. Aragorn was distressed by this fact, though he hid it well. Suddenly, the boat was rolled half over, soaking its occupants. When they rolled back over, Sirrah and Frodo yelled at the same time.

"Sam!"

"Shit!"

Kat didn't pause. Sirrah looked up at her as she undid the sheath on her sword, then took off Galadriel's bracelet and gave it to Sirrah, who slipped it on.

'Careful, its something like the watcher.'

'Ah. That explains it.'

And with that, she jumped in.

'BR!'

'Well, that's what you get for jumping into the river.'

'Damn you Sirrah. Damn you.'

'I'm used to it.'

While they were talking, Kat had been looking in the water for the hobbit. Luckily, he hadn't sunk, and whatever creature that had tipped the boat was leaving him alone. Kat, who had always swum like a fish, grabbed him and began to kick to the surface. Suddenly, she realized that there was a problem.

'Kat? Are you ok?'

' Um. Sirrah, can you reach me?'

'I think so, why?'

'Hypothermia. Hurry up.'

No sooner had she said it then she felt herself being shot out of the water. Holding onto Sam, they both rocketed out, then hit it again with a slap. This time, Kat was able to stay on the surface, and they were grabbed by whoever was closest.

"KAT! YOU IDIOT! YOU SCARED ME HALF TO DEATH!!!!" Sirrah yelled from the nearest boat

Kat smirked.

"Sorry Sirrah, I'll try not to do it again."

Sirrah huffed.

"See that you don't. I couldn't do that again on a bet."

"How did you, by the way?"

"You were dying, and I began to inherit your powers."

Kat was struck silent.

"And you know this…how?"

Sirrah shrugged.

"Foreteller, remember?"

"Sheesh. This is so odd."

"Tell me about it."

They fell silent, finally seeing the looks on the faces of their companions.

"WHAT?!" Said kat just a bit to sarcastically. Nearly dying will do that to a person.

Legolas and Gimli, who were in the boat that had puled them up, just shook their heads. By now they were on shore, or near enough to it that the boat did not sink under the extra weight. Sirrah managed to paddle next to the boat, followed closely by Aragorn and Frodo. When Sirrah pulled up next to the boat in which Kat and Sam were shivering, the first thing she did was reach over and slap Kat upside the head.

"OW! Sure Sirrah, that's the first thing you do to a person that's just had a near death expieriance, injure them further!"

Sirrah rolled her eyes.

"I abuse the people I love, deal with it."

"I have been, for two years running."

"So a few more wont do any harm will they?"

"I wouldn't be too sure."

Despite her grumblings, Kat crawled into the boat again, followed by a blanket. Her cloak had kept her warm, so she wasn't freezing any more, but she was still pretty cold. Sam looked worse though, and her received two extra blankets, curling up in the bottom of his boat once he plucked up the courage to get to the other boat. He and Frodo exchanged hugs, as Aragorn looked closely at the girls again. Sirrah had seemed so calm the whole time, there had been silence, but nothing in her features had indicated that her firend was slipping. That was until she suddenly threw her hands up. Kat and Sam had followed. The strange thing was, though, that she had said no words. Every time he had seen Kat do magic, it had been with verses. And hadn't she said that she had been inheriting Kat's magic?

Suddenly, he shook his head, deciding not to dwell on it.

Sirrah meanwhile was unclasping Kat's bracelet, and putting it back into her friends hand. Kat looked down at it once it was on.

"Odd."

"What?"

"It just feels different. Oh well, probly the cold."

"Probly."

They then began to paddle. The rest had already started out again.

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That night, as Kat lay shivering, she heard Frodo and Sam have a conversation of Gollum. She couldn't sleep for love nor money, being so cold. Sam seemed to have almost the same problem, and took first watch. She dozed, then heard Sam wake Frodo in the night. Later, she woke again to Frodo and Aragorn talking, again about Gollum. She still didn't have the energy to get up and converse, but heard Sirrah get up quietly and sit with them. Frodo got up when Sirrah came and laid beside Kat. Kat sighed again and fell asleep.

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"Lady Sirrah, tell me, how did you bring your friend to the surface, I have never seen either of you work magic like that."

Sirrah shrugged, glancing at Frodo as he lay beside Kat.

"I dunno, I just did it. I think it's the same thing as Rivendell, I was so scared that I just did it without thinking. Kat's magic helped."

Aragorn stared at the girl. These two must have come from a very different world then his, he concluded. Teenagers of his world would not have been able to even concieve of such a quest, much less participate in it, neither would they risk their lives in a river. Sirrah had now seen that he was thinking, so got up and went back to her rest.

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The next rest, Kat and Sirrah were the ones to watch. They were, again, arguing on the topic of Boromir. Suddenly, there was a white flash in the woods. Both girls froze, drawing their swords. Suddenly, the white was in front of them. The girl's jaws dropped.

"ANNE?!" They both said incredulously.

Their friend smiled widely.

"Hi!"

The two were silent. Finally, Kat turned around. She flicked her fingers and small particles of light settled over the fellowship. Then she turned again.

"That's ALL you have to say?" spluttered Sirrah.

Anne furrowed her brow. Then she went through a dramatic mood change and nodded happily.

"Yep!"

Kat shook her head.

"Typical."

Anne grinned again.

"I see you figured your magic out."

Kat nodded slowly.

"Anne, where have you BEEN?"

Slowly, an evil grin passed over her face. Sirrah shook her head quickly, seeing the look on Kat's face mirrored in her own.

"Never mind… we don't want to know."

Kat nodded vigorusly. Anne grinned again and indicated the Fellowship.

"So, having any problems?"

Kat and Sirrah exchanged a dark look. Anne raised an eyebrow.

"Boromir right?"

"Yep." They chorused.

Anne grinned.

"Peachy! I know just what to do with him!"

Both girls shook their heads.

"What?" asked Kat.

Anne looked around.

"Just a second, then I'll tell you. First I want to show you something."

She then reached a hand up and touched an unseen point. A sort of half bubble surronded them and the fellowship. Kat looked at the glitter carefully.

"Hey! It's the same warding spell!"

Anne shook her head.

"Not quite, but close, mine's stronger."

She said it extremly surely.

"Modest." Muttered Kat.

"No kidding." Muttered Sirrah back.

"Anyway, said Anne, I just wanted to tell you, Kat, that you've been working your magic traditionally, but you can work it like me, since we all came from the same place."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," said Kat, "Whats the difference?"

"Traditional-Chanting and incantations. Untraditional- just doing it."

"But she can do that!" said sirrah, "she just did, though I don't know how."

Kat shrugged.

"It was the bracelet. It…refined the magic. I think it also had something to do with you working magic without words while wearing it."

"But I never…oh."

Anne nodded.

"So that's settled, now, to Boromir. It's quite simple, send him into the Astral plane."

"Huh?" they both said.

"There are two sides to middle earth, maybe more, I've only figured out two, but anyway, put him there, It'll seem like he's in a slight coma. I learned the spell a moth ago."

"A moth ago?" they echoed, chukling.

"Sorry, a month. Anyway, I can make it so that you can see him and talk to him, but no one else can, and he can see all. That way, he can still see that Aragorn is truly king without getting in the way."

Now they were really confused. Anne had barely known the books, she had read them once, seen the movie, but that was it. Now she knew details that Kat knew. Sirrah sighed.

"I still don't like it."

Kat sighed.

"I think it's a good idea, and it'll work, annoying as it will be."

Sirrah nodded.

"I suppose I could do that. Just so long as he's woken up as soon as possible."

Anne nodded.

"Yep, soon as the ring is destroyed."

Sirrah sighed again.

"Alright, I guess."

Kat grinned.

"Yay, we finally have that worked out!!"

Sirrah smiled wanely. Anne just grinned again.

"Right! I got to go now!"

And with that, she skipped off, singing a song from her and Kat's old choir incredibly off tune as she went.

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"Right. Well. That was…"

"Odd," said Sirrah sarcastically, "Odd is the word you want. How longs it been since we saw her?"

Kat scratched her head.

"I dunno, two, three months?"

"That sounds about right."

Kat looked at the sky.

"Well, time to go."

"Kat, the sleeping spell?"

"Oh, right. Take my hand."

Sirrah did so with puzzlement, suddenly, she felt a mild shock.

"There, now you can wake them up too."

Sirrah shook her head.

"You know, you get stranger by the minute."

"Yeah. I know."

They then went to wake the Fellowship. Aragorn woke as he had in Lothlorien.

"You did it again Lady Kat. Why?"

Kat shrugged.

"Sirrah and I had a visitor, we just didn't want you to freak out, nor did we want her to…give you problems."

Aragorn looked puzzled, but did not ask, he trusted the girls, odd as they were sometimes.

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Now they traveled by night again, and in the gloom, Sam was given the task of watchman. He squeaked when dark shapes loomed against the dark. Aragorn suddenly shouted for them to turn the boats and paddle for shore. Kat and Sirrah, not being the best sailors had trouble until Kat suddenly hit herself.

"Duh! I am so stupid."

And to Sirrah's amusment, she stuck a hand in the water and began to mutter.

"Old man river, do not hinder us please, we ask for your help, our work to ease."

Sirrah shook her head.

'once a poet, always a poet.'

'Sorry! Its habit.'

'I had noticed, but at least it works.'

And it had, for the boats were now going swifter up stream, though the water still flowed against them.

"Huh," murmured Kat, "must have changed the undercurrent."

Sirrah just shrugged and continued paddling.

Suddenly, an arrow whized overhead, nearly hitting Sirrah. A swift duck saved her, and she glared. Kat glared in the same direction as Legolas cried,

"Yrch!"

Now Kat stood up. Aragorn was about to yell at her to sit down, as was Legolas, when they heard her yell.

"Fellowship of the Ring! Avert your eyes!"

They had just enough time to do so before a great flash of white light illuminated all. The arrows stopped for a moment, while Kat made a move, streaching as far as the boat would allow her. She touched a point on the sky and again the dome matierialized, like water covering a bowl. No more arrows were shot from the shore that night.

Legolas sighed.

"Elberenth, Gilthoniel." He looked up when Kat squeaked. A dark form had blackened the sky. Kat's shield vanished, they all felt it dematierilize. Legolas stood up, the bow of Lorien sang, and the creature dropped.

Sirrah heard the 'fwump' as it hit the ground, and also felt its body disintergrate. She looked at her friend, now that she knew that the danger had passed, she could ask the question that had sat with her for a long time.

"Why is it that the birds scare you so badly, but you had no problem with the actual Nazgul?"

Kat shook her head.

"Honestly? I haven't any clue. I am just scared to death of them, every time I feel them, I get that falling feeling, not fun."

Sirrah nodded, she knew that her friend had been scared of planes since she was sick on a flight. Something about it had stuck with her, and now every time she flew, she got a headache and dizzyness.

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That night, there was no more trouble. Kat slept the minute she got the chance, the excitement catching up to her. Sirrah only was awake to hear sam exclaim at the moon to Frodo. She also heard the talk of what it had been that Legolas had shot. When Aragorn told them that they should remain sleepless, she did not wake Kat, she knew that light spell, plus the fear of the bird thing had exausted her completely. A grumpy Kat was not what Sirrah wanted, so she left her, sleeping beside the boat on the ground. With a start, she heard Aragorn say that it was spring.

"How long have we been here anyway?" she said quite out of the blue.

Aragorn looked at her.

"Analagon said that he met you two weeks before the council, plus the time that we have been traveling, which is approximatly three months."

Sirrah counted on her fingers.

"Sheesh, we've been here for…four months…how time flies when you're having fun."

"Fun?" echoed Gimli, snorting.

Sirrah shook her head.

"Figure of speech."

She just received more odd looks, though Aragorn had now asked her another question.

"You say you've been here for four months, what do you mean…here?"

Sirrah smiled.

"Here, in Middle earth. You heard the council of Elrond, we are not natives of this world."

"You are from the stars?" asked pippin.

Sirrah giggled.

"Hardly. I don't know what you would call it, another dimension perhaps? It's quite odd, but then, so are we."

She could almost hear the fellowship concurring with her.

"What is your world like?"

Sirrah pursed her lips.

"Um. Hell."

The fellowship looked at her oddly, this was a new word to them. Sirrah rephrased.

"It's…different. There are no elves, dwarves, hobbits, or even men so much anymore. They're sort of…shades of the men of middle earth. Its hard to explain."

The felloeship looked at eachother in wonder, then dropped the subject, a world without elves? And what had she meant by, shades of men? They certainly looked real enough.

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The morning dawned foggy as Sirrah woke Kat up. Kat grumbled, but stayed awake when she realized that they were not leaving yet. It was decided that Aragorn and Legolas should go and find the path around the rapids. Kat heard this, flipped them a farewell and went back to sleep, to the amazement of the fellowship. Sirrah looked at Kat, looked at the fellowship, shrugged, and followed suit.

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It turned out that they only received three hours rest more, for before noon, the explorers had returned. They explained that there was a track, though it was difficult. Thankfully, the boats were light, and They could take two at a time, because of Kat and Sirrah's help. Slowly, they put the boats at the other end of the trail, along with the baggage that the others carried. It was late afternoon when they were finished. The girls were exausted, though Kat was better off then Sirrah, having slept the night. Even so, when Aragorn declared that they would rest there that night, they fell quickly asleep.

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Just before dawn, Kat was awakened by rain on her face. Legolas was on guard when she got up. For the second time while they were traveling, she managed to sneak up on him. She had gone down to the river to bath her face, and when she came back, he was looking around and at the place that she had been sleeping.

"Miss me?"

The elf jumped at her footsteps, and then again at her comment. She shook her head and sat on the bank again. Examining the stones, she found nothing interesting, but did manage to skip them a few times. Legolas watched her, amused, and when Pippin awoke he joined her, beating her with ten skips to her six. Kat shook her head and bowed to him.

"I suppose you've been doing that all your life?"

Pippin nodded, grinning for the first time in a week.

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"Behold the Argonath, the Pillars of the Kings!" cried Aragorn. He said more, but neither Kat nor Sirrah heard. They were busy. The kings were different from their conception. For one thing, they did not have nests in them, and there was an amazing presense of them, such that they had never felt. Faintly they heard Aragorn call out to the hobbits in his boat not to fear. They looked over and saw Aragorn the King, instead of the ranger. Sirrah swooned.

'Right, I know that that isn't bleach!'

'Got that right!'

The girls giggled so uncontrolably that they ruined the mood for the rest of the passing under the kings of old.

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After they had passed through the gates, they came into a great lake. Aragorn told them of the three pillars of land that they saw there, one of which was Amon Hen. Kat and Sirrah shuddered. No one noticed, they were too busy looking around. They rested, ate, then paddled to the shore. The last stage of Frodo's journey was at hand, and the girls weren't at all happy about it.

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That night, the watch was set, though Sirrah nor Kat could sleep. This was due to the fact that Aragorn kept tossing and turning in his sleep, such that they both gave up and moved away. When the morning came, they were awake, for they could still hear Aragorn tossing, even when he had confided his fears to Frodo. As dawn tipped the middle Island with gold, they watched in fear, not wanting it to come. Kat turned to Sirrah.

"Well. Here we are, I think the waiting is the worst part."

"Yeah, it always is."

The sunk back into silence as the fellowship rose. Kat fingered her sword all through breakfast, and though a few noticed, they said nothing. Finally, Aragorn called the company together to tell them that the time had come. Frodo had to make his choice, and quickly, for Orcs were on the eastern shore. Kat and Sirrah gimaced. Frodo Asked for an hour to decide, Kat and Sirrah's faces grew tighter with every word. Sam muttered something, as Frodo got up. Kat flicked her fingers, at Frodo subtley.

'tracking spell?'

'Yeah, you can do it too, as a matter of fact, do it, I'm supposed to be tracking Boromir.'

Sirrah took a breath and closed her eyes, then opened them again.

'I don't even have to do the motion…'

'Show off.'

'Ha ha.'

'Just because its naturally in your magic…'

'Ha ha. Do Boromir, try it without the flick.'

'Um.'

Kat closed her eyes, opened them, then closed them again.

'Damn you Sirrah, Damn you.'

'Ha ha.'

'Shut up.'

And with that, she tried again. She tried for the better part of the hour, until Boromir got up softly and turned to walk into the woods.

'Well. I guess I'll just do it the old fashioned way.'

And she flicked her fingers. Aragorn noticed, but still not knowing that they could do magic silently now, he dismissed it as a nervous gesture. Sirrah sighed.

'Kat, you do realize that the old fashioned way is the verses.'

'Ok, so the semi old fashioned way.'

'Whatever.'

They were silent for a moment, then Kat got up and stretched as they felt the ones that they were tracking come together.

'Well Sirrah, looks like we're on, see you on the other side.'

'Yeah, don't get yourself killed, or I'll kill you.'

'Sirrah…'

'Yeah, yeah, I know, it didn't make any sense.'

Kat held a hand out. The fellowship looked on as they girls shook hands, and jogged off in different directions, each following their respective tags, who had just separated.

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Kat found Boromir splayed out on the leaves, weeping loudly. She stood for a moment, unheard and seen by him, whilst he cried for Frodo to come back, head buried in his elbow. Finally, she sighed just enough for him to hear. He looked up and cried out.

"Lady Kat! How long have you been standing there?"

She sighed.

"Long enough," she then smiled, reassuring him. "No, not that long, besides I did not need to see that again, I know what you did, and forgive you."

Boromir just gaped at her. She sighed and dropped her smile, then came to kneel by him. Resting a hand on his shoulder, she chuckled when he recoiled.

"I don't bite, though I guess in your expieriance..." She smiled.

"What do you want?"

She looked down at him.

"It had changed you, you know that? But I suppose that's to be expected, however, it wasn't the one I expected." She shrugged. "Ah well. No matter." Boromir pushed himself up from the ground as she got up. When she turned around, it was with such suddeness that he nearly careened into her. She put a hand to his cheek, much the same as in Moria, but this time, he did not pull away. Magic sparked at her finger tips, but still he stayed. She grinned suddenly.

"You have a strong heart Boromir, son of Denethor, I shan't let it fade."

She kissed him lightly on the forehead and took her hand away. Suddenly, she turned and began to walk away, then turned one last time.

"Go back, they may need you soon."

And with that she walked away for good. Boromir stood transfixed, not knowing that kat was giggling to herself about how Sirrah was going to kill her for kissing Boromir at all. Then he turned and began to walk to the Fellowship.

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Sirrah was sitting on top of Amon Hen when suddenly an odd blur came up on the other side of her seat. She watched for a moment, knowing that she should let Frodo see the eye, but decided not to.

"Frodo! Take off the ring!"

He appeared within the moment, so surprised that he fell from the seat. In reality, it was only a few feet off the ground, so he did not hurt himself. None the less, Sirrah poked her head over, looking at him worridly.

"oops." She muttered.

Frodo looked up at her, frightened. She smiled, trying to reassure him.

"Don't worry about me, don't you remember? I already have one!"

She held up her copy of the ring, giggling like a maniac. Frodo was not comforted in the least.

"Now then," sirrah mused, "how did Aragorn do it?"

"Excuse me?"

"Oh never mind, I just wanted to tell you…"

Footsteps sounded, and Sirrah whipped around, only to find that it was Aragorn. She sighed.

"Oh never mind! Here, Aragorn will explain it."

And she ruffled the hobbit's hair, then walked up to Aragorn.

"Go for it." She whispered to him, then burst into gales of laughter.

Aragorn looked oddly at her for a moment, then walked to Frodo and began to explain things to him in a hushed voice. Sirrah stood off to the side, watching the place where the uruk-hai were going to come, feeling around for their presence. When she felt it, she was paniced for a millisecond, then controled her fear.

"Um…Aragorn, look at Frodo's sword…" she paused, then giggled for a moment. Aragorn and Frodo looked at her oddly, and she composed herself.

"LOOK AT FRODO'S SWORD!!!"

Frodo, much surprised, pulled sting from it's sheath and gasped. Aragorn drew his sword and turned around, yelling for Frodo to run. Frodo did so hesitatingly, until Sirrah called.

"Go, I'll follow in a moment!"

He ran.

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Sirrah watched Frodo run away, shaking her head in amusement. Then she turned to the place where the uruk hai came, watching for them calmly. Aragorn, behind her, had begun to ask her something when they appeared over the hills. Sirrah turned around, and grinned, seeing what she and Kat affectionatly refered to as the 'Kick-ass look'. She then turned to the uruk-hai, stuck out her tongue, and ran off, patting Aragorn on the shoulder as she went.

"See ya later!"

Aragorn paid her no mind, though he did wonder how she could be so sure.

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Kat left Frodo to Sirrah, she knew her friend wouldn't let him be caught. She, however, was looking for Legolas and Gimli, knowing they were somewhere near. It was easy to find Legolas, elves were never invisible to her. She just wasn't sure about Gimli. Well, best to start with what you know, she decided, and started off in the direction of the elf.

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Sirrah ran off to where Frodo was. He was running to the banks of the river, but she didn't have a track on Sam. Damn it, she thought fleetingly. Then she ran on to Frodo, bursting in on the banks as Frodo was grabbing a pack to put in the boat.

"Well," said Sirrah, winded, "here I am."

"I'm going alone."

Not quite, said a part of her mind, but she let him find that out for himself.

"Of course Frodo, I know that, I just wanted to give you some advice."

She went beside him and knelt.

"What?"

She smiled.

"You are going to Mordor, the darkest place in middle earth. Do not forget all that you have learned in your travels. Do not be to harsh to judge others, remember, some who are living deserve death, but some who are dead, deserve life. Have mercy, but be strong."

Frodo looked up at her, into her clear blue eyes, and slowly nodded. It would have been a movieish moment, had Sam not burst from the trees and ran smack into Sirrah, knocking her over.

"Oof!"

'Wait Mr. Frodo! Wait for me!"

Sirrah got up, muttering a sarcastic thanks to Sam, who did not notice.

"I'm going alone Sam!"

"Of course! And I'm going with you!"

Frodo began to push off, and Sam turned to Sirrah, looking at her pleadingly.

"Frodo…"

Frodo stopped and looked at her again, this time meeting her eyes. After a long moment, Sirrah nodded. Frodo's eyes widened, and then he nodded as well, smiling slightly as he looked away.

"Come along Sam, grab your pack, it will be a long journey."

Sam squeaked, and quickly grabbed a pack, stowing it beside Frodo's in the boat. Sirrah kneeled as Frodo went to hug her. She smiled as Sam threw himself at her, crying a million thanks. When they calmed down, Sam hugged her again.

"This is for Lady Kat!"

Sirrah grinned, she knew sam was especially fond of her friend.

"I'll save it for her."

She then got them both in the boat, kissing each on the cheek before pushing them off into the water. They paddled across quickly as they could as she watched. Suddenly, a horn call bit the air and Sirrah swore loudly, running in the direction of her track.

When Frodo turned to wave at her, all he found was an empty bank.

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Kat had begun running to Legolas when she heard a horn call.

"Oh…shit!"

She turned around immediately, falling over in the slippery leaves.

"Ow." She gingerly got up, seeing as she had twisted her knee badley, and began to jog, pushing herself as fast as she could possibly manage.

"Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow, now I know how Sirrah felt…Ow, ow, ow."

She continued to jog, being careful not to fall again. It was going to be a long day, she decided.

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Sirrah ran at the sound of the horn going full speed, listening to the sound of crashing metal and high voices grow louder. Suddenly, she felt through her track a sudden pitch in emotion. She gaped and pushed herself faster, knowing what she had felt.

"Shit…"

When she broke into the glade it was so sudden that she nearly ran into the uruk-hai chieftan. She didn't hesitate, just unsheathed her sword as fast as she could and quickly sliced off its head from the back. Briefly, she felt bad for taking it from the back, but then decided that it was worth it. The rest of the orcs, seeing their leader slain turned and fled. Sirrah sighed not even noticing that all the orcs were gone, merry and pippin with them. She turned her attention to the problem at hand.

"Oh…hell."

She looked at Boromir, who was breathing shallowly but steadily. He was only slightly white, considering he had an arrow in his shoulder. He turned his gaze to her slowly.

"Lady Sirrah."

"Hello!" She said brightly, and smiled, "Well, your in a bit of a fix."

How Boromir chuckled she would never know, but he did.

"Thankyou for that description Lady, I wish it were not so, but I believe this is a bigger fix than you think."

"Nonsense, that's what it would have been if we wern't here, but we are, and I have some of Kat's Magic."

Boromir just looked at her.

"She's the healer, remember?"

He looked at her hands, already clutching his, sparking a bit. Then he looked at her face, wide eyed.

"Blessed are those of the realm of Angmar." He muttered.

Sirrah shook her head through her meditation.

"Hardly, if anything, I bet we're cursed."

Boromir found that he had nothing to say.

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Five minutes later, Kat came half limping, half jogging into the clearing. Sirrah looked up at her, and she grinned sheepishly.

"What happened to you?"

Kat smirked.

"I'd tell you, but you'd laugh."

"I'll laugh anyway."

"Very well, I tripped…no, I slipped."

It was over, Sirrah was already immoblie.

"You-You SLIPPED?!"

Kat stuck her tongue out at her friend.

"Yes, I turned around to quickly on dry leaves."

Sirrah just giggled.

"Only you Kat, only you."

"Yeah, that's why I'm so special."

Sirrah just cocked an eye brow, she moved to say something, but Kat interuppted.

"Shut up Sirrah."

"Who, me?"

"Yes. And can we now come off of my inability to walk and onto the topic at hand?"

"Whats that?"

Boromir groaned.

"We are doomed."

"Oh, that."

Kat snickered.

"Yes, that, did you heal him?"

"No, but I think I helped."

Kat kneeled down.

"Well Boromir, seems last I saw you you were in much the same position!"

"But in much less pain, now will you do your blasted magic!?"

Kat grinned and tutted as she slowly drew the arrow from Boromir's shoulder.

"Tsk now Boromir, is that any way to treat the doctor?"

Boromir grunted as she yanked the tip from his flesh.

"Well, the worst part is over." She peered in the wound, prodding it to make sure that nothing was left. "Okie dokie!"

"Kat, this is hardly the time for okie dokie."

"Yeah, whatever."

And, finger sparking, she placed her hand over the wound.

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When she was done, Kat sat back. The whole process had taken about a minute, but to her it had seemed like longer.

"Gah! How long was I out."

Sirrah lifted an eyebrow.

"A minute, if you were lucky."

"Cool."

Boromir tried to sit up but was stopped when the rustle of leaves made Kat look at him.

"Don't even think of it, with our luck, you'd pass out."

Boromir didn't move any more. Sirrah covered a grin. Suddenly, Kat looked around.

"Huh. I wonder how we get Anne?"

"Um. Kat, listen and I think you'll find the answer."

Kat was quiet for a second, then sighed.

"Oh…wonderful…that again."

It was a christmas song, sorely out of tune…and an annoying one too. Kat groaned.

"Anne! We aren't trying to drive him mad, we're…" She trailed off as she caught Boromirs look, not to mention Sirrah's kick. A second later, Boromir wasn't paying attention, he was too busy staring at the white robed girl about Kat and Sirrah's age that had just appeared next to him. Kat smiled up at Anne, who had stopped singing and was now looking at her with a frown.

"But I was just singing!"

"Yes, but it was a christmas song, and they don't have christmas here, and it was an annoying christmas song, not to mention, don't you remember what happened the last time you sang?" Sirrah replied.

Anne frowned.

"Um…"

"The orcs?"

"Oh, right. Anyway, is it time?"

"Time for what?" muttered Boromir.

Kat sighed.

"Boromir, I'm going to explain this quicklike, because Aragorn will be here soon, and he can't know. We're going to send you into another dimension, one where you can talk to us,"

"And a few others!" quipped Anne,

"And a few others, but not to the now broken fellowship." Boromir was already gaping, but Kat pushed onward, feeling Legolas coming to them, though he was far off. "You see, origanally, you were supposed to be killed by that orc chieften"

"Uruk-Hai"

"Shush Anne, that Sirrah so graciously beheaded."

"I did what?"

Now Boromir was really gaping. Kat sighed as Anne began to explain to Sirrah exactly what she had done. "But you see, we knew we had to save you. The only problem was how, and this is what we came up with. You'll be perfectly safe, and we'll be able to see and talk to you, and you'll wake up safe and sound right here when the ring is destroyed, I think its going to be a month or two…I dunno, but anyway, sorry for the inconvienance, but it's a heck of a lot better than dying the way that you were going to, that's for sure."

She took a deep breath after her long winded explination, and nodded to Anne.

"Go for it."

Anne grinned. She snapped her fingers, mouth moving without voice. Boromir's eyes shut. Anne put her fingers to his chest and acted as if drawing a string from him.

'Cool. Do you see the sparkly thing?'

'Yeah, is it his…ghost I guess is the word.'

"Yep, he'll be with us in a sec."

Sirrah and Kat just looked at eachother, wide eyed, then shrugged. Anne was beginning to be one of those things where she never surprised them anymore.

"Hello Boromir, lookin sexy in that Astral form…"

Ok, so she did.

"Anne, what did you just say?" said Sirrah faintly

Anne pointed.

"Just sayin hello to Boromir, I'll see you guys later!"

And she rose and vanished into thin air, leaving Kat and Sirrah with an extremly well groomed, sexy, and rather miffed looking shadow of Boromir hovering above them.

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