Thanks in this chapter goes especially to Hoshi the Elf, for the lovely I'm-going-to-kill-you-if-you-don't-update review Much thanks.

Also, must thank goodness that I didn't see Two towers before I wrote this part, since its quite messed up.

And now, the moment at least one person has been waiting for…

Chapter TEN:In which our heros get pissed off no less than twice, hug a certain reincarnated Istari, and put the smackdown on Wormtongue.

My apologies to all of you grammer freaks, this is much to long to edit, and I don't want to deal with a beta reader (not that I don't love every one of them…)

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Though they found nothing that night of mention, they did return to the fellowship as the sun set. They caught sight of them then, rather. When they reached them, Aragorn looked very surprised.

"What news? Have the orcs passed beyond even your reach?"

Kat shook her head.

"Nah, we just came back to check on you. Tonight we rest together."

No one bothered to argue, so weary were they. Sirrah and Kat dismounted and let the horses have free reign over the hill. Then they propped themselves up against a stone at the bottom and talked for a while.

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"Why are we resting with them tonight?"

"The riders of rohan, they come either tonight or tomarrow night, I can't remember which. Anyway, then the guys get horses, and we get to Fangorn. Or is it Fanghorn? I can never remember."

"Like Isliadore?"

"Much the same."

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The next morning, the girls overslept slightly, mostly because the guys couldn't find them since they were halfway down the hill instead of on the top. When they did awake, to calls of their name, they stood up and looked up at them, while they looked over the landscape. Suddenly, Aragorn cast himself on the ground and lay still. The girls, slightly worried, but guessing what was happening, trudged up to see what the matter was.

"Horsemen! Many horses are coming to us quickly!"

He looked at the girls.

"I would have said it was you a moment ago, but now that I see you here, I know that it is many more than the two of you!"

Kat grinned.

"Yay! Finally! The riders are here!"

Sirrah shook her head.

"Took their sweet time."

Legolas looked at them oddly.

"You have met them?"

The girls shrugged.

"No," replied Sirrah, "But we knew we'd run into them sooner or later. I don't know what they're like though…"

The three stared at them without a word. Finally Gimli shook his head.

"Friendly or not, we cannot outrun them on this barren land, and running may give them leave to pursue."

Aragorn nodded.

"Yes, I believe that we must wait here."

Legolas shaded his eyes, looking out.

"We shall not have long to wait, for they are little more than five leauges away!"

Sirrah looked at the elf, then at Kat.

'What's a leauge?'

'I dunno, I know they go something like one hundred miles in three days, so we'll ask how far we traveled sometime.'

'What ever.'

'Yeah, I know the feeling.'

They looked up, and found the three making their way down the hill. They shrugged at eachother, then followed, Kat nearly slipping on the grass.

"Blast, I should have checked for the horses."

Sirrah shrugged as she picked her way down the hill.

"I think they're back aways, didn't like the orcs trail."

Kat nodded.

"Frankly, I don't blame them."

Sirrah nodded silently.

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As they waited at the bottom of the hill, Aragorn told them a bit about the Riders, though Kat and Sirrah barely listened. At length, they sat, and this was when the girls and Gimli really heard the horses approaching.

Soon the horses pounding feet were visible to them as they passed in pairs. Kat gaped at the horses, Sirrah raised an eyebrow. They were much bigger than Tiro and Chaos, and much heavier set. Suddenly, Aragorn jumped up, startling the girls slightly, but having a much larger effect on the riders.

"What news from the north, Riders of Rohan?"

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The riders checked their mounts so fast that the even the girls were surprised. The girls were suddenly pushed to the middle of a circle made by the Dwarf, the Man and the elf. Neither was particularyl happy about this, but quieted when they realized that their protectors were facing a load of spears, and were slightly preoccupied.

'Shit, Sirrah, put up your hood, I don't want to surprise the riders out of their minds.'

'Huh?'

'We're GIRLS remember?'

'Of cour… Ohhh!'

'sheesh.'

'Shut up Kat.'

By this time, Aragorn had introduced himself as strider, and told the riders of the golden wood. The girls came back into the conversation at the time Gimli was just getting huffy.

"Give me your name horse master, and I will give you mine, and more besides!"

Kat sighed from her spot, now behind Aragorn, since they had made a three person line in front of the horse master.

"Honestly Gimli, don't you *enjoy* breathing?"

Sirrah giggled, and a few of the men looked at them closly, muttering. Kat winced, realizing that she had blown her own cover. It had done the trick though, and Gimli and the horseman settled down…sort of.

"As for that, I am Eomer, son of Eomund, third marshal of Riddermark."

Kat gasped.

"Of course, now I remember!" she said quietly, drawing looks from the horsemen closest to them, but Eomer did not hear.

"Well then Eomer, son of Eomund, third marshal of Riddermark, let Gimli gloin's son warn you against foolish words! You speak evil of that which is fair beyond the reach of your thought, and only little wit can excuse you!"

"Gimli! Will you *please* shut your mouth before your foot go's any farther in? I, for one, DO enjoy breathing as a habit, and I'm sure that most of us here would agree!"

Kat winced as Eomer's eyes turned to her.

"And who are these two that speak so freely, yet cover their faces? Lower your hoods!"

'Well Kat…nice job.'

'Oh shut up.'

'ah ha.'

Slowly, the girls lowered their hoods, looking the horsemaster straight in the eye. He gasped.

"Women? Strange indeed is your company, to be traveling with ladies in the wilderness! How did you come upon them? Perhaps they are paid for their company?"

Kat slapped a hand to her head as the dwarf and the elf glared pointedly. "Oh my god. You actually think we're prostitutes?" She said, annoyed. Sirrah glared and began to mutter something under her breath. Kat was quite certain it was something rather rude, but didn't try to stop her friend.

Aragorn remained calm, he knew very well that the girls would be able to prove otherwise. Sirrah grabbed the two that were about to charge Eomer and told them to stop it. Kat strode right up to Eomer's side and looked up, Sirrah right behind.

"Eomer," she said in a voice far to pleasant for this conversation. "Neither of us are prostitutes of any kind, we are here because we serve a purpose. Would you like to see it?"

"I would like to see what help a woman could offer to ones such as Strider."

Kat turned to grin at Sirrah. "I was hoping he'd say that." She remarked.

"So, should I burn his balls off or cut them?" said sirrah blandly.

"No, I wasn't think of anything so…drastic, c'mere" Kat said, shaking her head.

Kat put a hand on Sirrah's shoulder. She made a strange sign with her free hand. Suddenly, and without fanfare, the two vanished. This caused enough of a ruckus amoung the horsemen until suddenly, Eomer's spear was yanked from his hand. It traveled, seemingly on its own, into the middle of the cirlce, then stopped.

"Finate Incantum!" yelled Kat's voice, and suddenly, the two appeared again, holding the spear, grinning.

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For a moment, there was no momvement, anywhere. The three were slightly stunned, they hadn't known that they could do magic quite that flashy, and this was the first time that Kat had siad nothing in her spells. Finally, Eomer dismounted and walked up to them, stopping only feet from his spear. He bowed low, eyes still fixed on his spear.

"I apoligize for my blunder, it sprung from ignorance, and not contempt."

Sirrah rolled her eyes.

'It strikes me that I've heard that before somewhere.'

'Oh shush, I think it's the best we're going to get, besides, he bowed!'

'True.'

The silence caused by their conversation made Eomer nervous, so that when kat spoke again, he jumped.

"You are forgiven, but do not forget the lesson." She looked around at the horsemen. "That goes for all of you too!" All of the horsemen nodded dumbly, still to struck to say anything.

Eomer stepped back, but he still kept his eyes fixed on the girls.

"Now that we know why you with these men, why are you all here? And who are you, strider? That is not the right name for a man."

Aragorn took the stage again, for which the girls were grateful, they knew he could handle it.

"First tell us whom you serve, are you friend or foe of Sauron, dark lord of Mordor?"

This time the girls managed to keep their snickers quiet enough so that no one heard.

"I serve only the lord of the mark, and we do not serve the lord in the dark lands, nor are we at open war with him, so if you flee him, then you had best leave this land. There is trouble on our borders, and we are all threatened, though we only wish to live life as we have, serving no forgein lord. We welcomed guests kindly in better days, but in these times, the unbidden stranger finds us swift and hard. Come! Who are you, who do you serve? At who's command do you hunt orcs in our land?"

'O! o!O! Watch this part, this is going to be really cool!'

'Huh?'

'He's going to tell him his real name!'

'Cool, why that so great?'

"Elendil! I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and am called Elessar, the Elfstone, Dunaden, the heir of Isildur Elendil's son of Gondor. Here is the sword that was broken and is forged again! Will you aide me or thwart me? Choose swiftly!"

Kat stole a glance to Sirrah, who looked slightly stunned.

'I tooooooooooold you!'

'Yes you most certainly did…wow.'

'hehehehe.'

'Oh shut up and let me get back to my drooly fangirl melt down!'

kat just continued to chuckle.

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There was much confusion, in which something was said about myths and legends and such, but Kat and Sirrah didn't pay much more attention. It was when Eomer cried out that they began to pay attention.

"On foot!? All of you?"

Kat grinned.

"Not us, we had horses, but they certainly did."

Eomer looked at the three with wide eyes.

"Strider is too poor of a name son of Arathorn, I name you wingfoot! Forty leauges and five you have measured ere the fourth day is ended! Hardy is the race of Elendil!"

They went on to talk about the mark's feud with the orcs, until the girls heard a tidbit that wasn't good.

"Even now battle is upon the westemnet!"

"What?!" chorused the girls, slightly distressed.

"It has been there for many months, I do not see why this is surprising."

"Sorry." To Aragorn Sirrah said, "that was the first town we came to, it is of some importance in our hearts."

Aragorn nodded, understanding well. Eomer just looked at them closely and continued as they kept looking around.

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Next they knew, horses were being given to Legolas and Aragorn.

"And what of you, we have no horses to give you, though you have said that you have horses of your own."

"Oh!" said Kat, 'Of course, sorry, blanked out there for a second."

"Typical." Said sirrah sarcastically.

Eomer looked at them oddly as Kat turned away and whislted as loud as she could. The horses must have been close, for it was only a few moments before they came trotting up to them.

"Well, I'm surprised you guys actually came." Said sirrah.

Eomer shook his head.

"Do you have gear? I see reigns hanging from your shoulders but no saddles?"

Just then, Legolas took off the saddle from his horse and leaped on, much to the surprise of all. Kat shrugged.

"One of us'll take that saddle, think you could lend us another?"

Eomer nodded and oredered that the saddle be taken from his horse. Kat nodded her thanks and set about putting it on. Sirrah just looked on, Kat was the one who knew how to do this, she had no idea. Suddenly, Eomer had grabbed his saddle and begun to approach Chaos. Chaos shied away.

"Chaos! Will you stop that, he's a rider, it's not like he's going to hurt you!" sirrah snapped. Chaos bowed her head and stopped prancing, Eomer looking at sirrah amazedly as Aragorn hid a grin.

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When they stopped that night, it was under the eaves of Fangorn, and Kat and Sirrah were absolutely ecstatic. This made them rather hyper, and as they helped to find firewood, they skipped and hummed and laughed at every little thing. The three were rather confused by this, but let it be, since the girls happiness was catching. Soon a fire was crackling for the wood that the riders had left and the girls were sitting around it, Kat casually playing with fire on the tips of wood that she took. Sirrah also was playing with the fire, though it was mostly shuffling the already burning sticks around to see how big she could get it. Suddenly, Aragorn sprang up.

"Well, father, what can we do for you? Come and be warm, if you are cold!"

Kat and Sirrah whipped their heads up in time to glimpse an old man in white.

"YAY!"

"Hi!"

The three looked extremly oddly at the girls, grinning and waving, before the man vanished.

"The horses!" cried Legolas.

"Oh yeah! I forgot about that!" said Kat.

"Oh well."

And with that last comment from Sirrah, the two went a little away from the fire and curled up to go to sleep, leaving the three to be extremly confused.

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Kat and Sirrah's watches went by, and dawn came, along with a lack of horses and a grumpy Gimli. The girls were still slightly hyper, joyous at finally being proved correct in letting Gandalf fall. They trudged into the forest and found signs of the hobbits.

"This is good tidings" said aragorn "Yet the marks are two days old."

"Then what shall we do? We come ill supplied, and should we find them we will be able to only show our friend ship by sitting beside them and starving together."

"If that is all we shall be able to do, than we shall do it."

With that, they carried on, and soon came to a great hill.

"Come, let us climb this hill, I feel short of breath and would like to taste freer air for a bit."

Aragorn agreed, and they all trdged up the hill. Kat a Sirrah immediately sat down and grinned at eachother. Boromir, who had caught up with them after refusing to go into the forest for awhile, looked at them oddly. The girls caught the look and giggled.

'You know, he's in for quite a shock.' Said Sirrah mind to mind.

'yeah, I'm not sure who to watch, him or the guys.'

'hmm, that's a good question. I think I'll just look from one to the other, they'll keep their stunned looks for a few minutes.'

'yeah, you're probably right.'

Boromir narrowed his eyes, the girls had been far to hyper since they had met the riders. They were up to something, he decided.

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The three had now started up a ruckus about the old man again. They were looking down the rock wall in silence. Suddenly, Legolas dropped his bow and arrow. He then stole a glance at the girls, who were still grinning from ear to ear.

'Legolas has it.' Said Kat.

'I noticed, you don't often see an elf drop his bow.'

'You don't often see an elf for that matter.

'very true.'

Suddenly, the old man appeared in the midst of the guys. Kat and Sirrah were now despratly trying to control their giggles at the faces of them. Gandalf's face suddenly flashed to them, and he winked, though no one else noticed.

They talked for a while, Gandalf always in riddles when suddenly, Gimli became disagreeable.

"Sauraman!"

and the girls didn't get the rest, because there was a flurry of swords, fire and yelling, which came out with Gandalf as he really was standing upon the rock above them, and Gimli on his knees.

"Mithrader!"

"Gandalf! Finally!"

The girls sprang to their feet and jumped up on the rock to hug Gandalf, who was surprised but seemed pleased. He smiled.

"Yes, Gandalf. I was gandalf, and I return to you now at the turn of the tide."

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The girls sat away with Boromir as the three talked at length with Gandalf. Boromir still looked stunned.

"This isn't…where did….how did….?" He made a few noises that sounded distinctly like Sirrah when someone mentioned spiders. He looked at Kat.

"Things which are beyond comprehension…" Kat smirked. Boromir's eyes widened greatly. "you…"

And with that he got up and drifted away. The girls looked at each other, shrugged, and made their way back to Gandalf, who stopped talking a moment to regard them.

"Now I understand."

The girls looked at eachother, then back at Gandalf.

"Well, glad somebody does." Said Sirrah, "Because I'm still slightly confused."

"Me too," commented Kat, "But, this is perfectly normal, so I shan't worry."

"No, me neither." Said Sirrah, and they sat down.

Gandalf laughed merrily at them and shook his head.

"I apoligize, women of Angmar, I only meant that I understood your greeting in Helms Deep, when first we met."

The girls looked at eachother, looked at Gandalf again, then back at eachother. Suddenly, Kat gasped.

"Oh yeah! Sorry bout that, it slipped out."

Gandalf just shook his head.

"It does not matter now. But come, tell me of yourselves, you have grown in power, this I can see, but no less in mirth!"

Kat smirked.

"Yes, we had a bit of help from Galadriel," she touched her neck, where the green mallorn leaf was still tied. Gandalf nodded.

"This I can see, from your attire, which reminds me of her words! To aragorn she says…"

The girls sat back as Aragorn's face grew slightly grim as Gandalf gave to him his message. When Legolas heard his, he bowed his head quietly, deep in thought. Then gandalf turned to the girls.

"To the Women of Angmar, she says only this,

Through ties invisible

Comes the fall of the great

Bless against curse

Gifts made a bane"

The girls looked at eachother. Kat shook her head.

'I only know what the last line is talking about.'

'I think I can guess the first.'

'The third is obvious.'

'But who is the great?'

'Well, gifts that are a bane are obviously talking about the rings.'

'So it can't be sauron, his ring is a gift to him, not a bane.'

'Oh! I get it, so we have it narrowed down a bit.'

'And 'through ties invisible' means either the ties that we have to eachother, or…Kat I think I got it.'

'I think I got it too, Family ties.'

'Yep, the witch king.'

'Well, this doesn't bode well.'

'I thought he was Eowyn's job.'

'hm. I dunno, maybe we are supposed to help.'

'Must be.'

When they looked up from their conversation, Gandalf was getting up and the rest were just following suit. A few odd looks ensued, but the girls ignored them completely, still to wrapped up in Galadriel's riddle.

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When they started out, they only went as far as the trees edge. The girls were surprised until Gandalf whistled three times. Then Kat laughed out loud. Shadowfax, with the two horses of the Rohorrim and the girl's horses ran across the plain to greet them. Aragorn and the others were speechless, but Kat and Sirrah were giggling, for they could hear their horses laughing and celebrating at finding their leader again. Kat walked right up to Shadowfax and whispered praise in his ear, all the while petting him softly. Then she stepped away and was immediately greeted by a jelous Tiro. Sirrah just found Chaos and pet her gingerly, as she always did.

Legolas looked at them oddly, replaying what had happened when they had found Gandalf. Then he realized. They had known. They had known that Gandalf would fall, they had known he would return. Did they know where Boromir was even now?

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At they moment, they certainly did, for he was leaning against a tree next to them, glaring.

"Boromir," whispered Sirrah, "Will you please stop that skulking!"

"No kidding," commented Kat, "If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were burning holes in my head."

She turned around and started a staring contest with Boromir. She lost, she always did, and rolled her eyes as she turned away. Sirrah shook her head.

"You are aware that you are lucky you aren't here at the moment."

"But I am here!" he said, surprised.

Sirrah sighed.

"No! I meant Here here, as in here…in body, instead of soul."

"Soul?" he said skeptically.

"Duh. What did you think was with us at the moment?"

He frowned.

"I never thought of it."

Sirrah rolled her eyes and walked back to Kat, who was talking with Legolas while they waited for the horses. They were almost here. Legolas looked at the two, unless his ears had decived him, which they never had, they had been talking…to thin air. One would say something, there would be silence, then they would answer. He would have credited this to his guess of their mind speech, but he could not, something was odd about it. He decided to ask later, since the horses had arrived.

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They rode far into the night, and when they finally stopped, the girls were happily tired, and giggling over the fact that Aragorn was sore. He grinned while they laughed at him as he lay down.

"Laugh while you may, young ones, but I am not as young as you are."

"Yes, but Legolas is nearly three thousand years old and he does not creak!" kat said teasingly.

Aragorn shook his head as he smiled, the rest were grinning as well, Gimli was guffawing quietly. "When I told the council that you would bring mirth to our journey, I did not know that it would be at my expense!"

Sirrah flapped her hand at him.

"Your words come back to haunt you, but then again, so do mine!"

"Mine too!" said Kat as she sat down, "See, their right over there!" She and sirrah giggled as Boromir glared at them. Though the rest could not see it, it was to Boromir that they had pointed to. The girls finally gained control over their giggles and went a little ways away so that they could talk and not disturb those who were sleeping. Kat sighed as she looked at the moon.

"You know, hard as times are, I really do enjoy them."

"Of course, me too. We've seen sides to the fellowship that no one knew were there."

Kat shook her head.

"I think I'm slightly surprised that Aragorn has a funny side, after all, he is someone who he doesn't know."

"Yeah, I think that would throw anyone off. But then, aren't we someone we don't know?"

Kat thought a moment.

"Yes, and no. We're the same people, but we have different powers. I suppose magic must have always been in us, but it manifested itself differently in Anne, though only the gods know why she's so powerful."

Sirrah shivered.

"Probably something about where we were at the time. You and I were together, and Anne was who knows where, so she was given different powers, and scary ones at that."

"Hm. Yeah, that makes sense, but I think I like my place better."

"Of course you realize that she could be anywhere she damn well pleased?"

Kat shuddered.

"Please, don't make me cringe, I don't want to think about where she is."

Sirrah smirked.

"Does chocolate syrup come out of blonde hair?" she said sarcastically, asking Anne's most famous questions.

"I suspect she's already found out, if she could find some chocolate syrup."

Sirrah shook her head.

"On that note, I am going to sleep."

Kat nodded.

"Yes, before we get any further into the conversation."

And they turned and went back to the four, laying down and going to sleep without waking anyone who wasn't already awake. Gandalf looked at them, faintly amused, then turned back to watching the horizon.

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Gandalf woke the girls up gently. He had not met them in recent times though, and was expecting a difficult awakinging. However, the girls surprised him when they sat up and immediately asked what was going on. Sirrah was the first, and sat up with a groan, asking 'now what?' in a semi annoyed voice. Kat, who had woken as Sirrah did, replied for Gandalf.

"Now we get to see theoden…not to mention the friend of a certain hippie that we know…"

It took Sirrah a moment to work that through her mind, but she did with a small amount of effort, and rolled her eyes.

"Oh joy."

Kat snickered, and Gandalf rose, shaking his head.

"You have grown, women of Angmar. How, I know not, but you have grown."

Kat shook her head.

"It's to early for prophisies Gandalf…"

Sirrah, getting up, corrected her half heartedly.

"That wasn't a prophisy Kat, it was a comment, how we should take it is beyond me, but it wasn't a prophisiy."

Kat got up slowly.

"Whatever."

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It was late morning when they reached the halls of Theoden. Kat and Sirrah were looking forward to a warm welcome and some rest, but, as their fears were confirmed, they saw it was not to be so. For when they reached the hall's entrance, they were greeted by nothing but a few soldiers, glarring and levaling their spears at their chests. They were very glad for Gandalf, who talked the guards into * not* killing them, and even got them calmed down enough to ask after the king for them. Of course, this was all assumed by the girls, since, by their understanding of Gandalf's quick translating, the guards were ordered to speak to strangers in only their own tongue. When the guard dissappeared Gandalf turned and gave them a synopsis, for which they were very grateful.

Finally, the guard came back, and led them through halls. He spoke little, though what he did was in heavily accented common, which they could barely understand. Suddenly, they guard turned to Gandalf and said something to quick for them to catch, then left. They climbed a flight of stairs, and there they stood for a moment, baffled as to what to do. Gandalf stepped forward, and a voice called out to them, this time, to the girl's relief, in common.

"Hail comers from afar!"

They turned to find a few men in flashing armor standing beside the door. One of the men stepped forward and began to speak in common.

"I am doorwarden to theoden, Hama is my name, here I bid you to lay down your wepons before you see the king."

Legolas gave his bow, arrows and knives quick enough, but this time it was Aragorn who paused.

"It is not my will," he said slowly, "to put aside my sword or deliver Anduril to the hand of any other man."

"It is the will of Theoden."

'Good puppy.' Commented Kat wryly to Sirrah. Sirrah began to giggle silently, for though they could not hide their identitys completely, Sirrah had devised a spell that made it easier for people to overlook them, though she wasn't sure that it would be any good if either of them talked or laughed to loudly.

Aragorn still hesitated, though Gandalf was trying to sooth him.

"Idle is this talk" he said "needless is Theoden's demand, but it is useless to refuse. A king will have his own way in his halls, be it folly or wisdom."

Kat and Sirrah, confering mind to mind, decided unanomously that another dispute over wepons would not soften their entrance. So it was that Aragorn felt a light touch on his shoulder, and turned to see Kat clearly beside him. Sirrah was behind Kat, biting her lip and frowning slightly at a piece of ground near her feet.

"Aragorn, if you wish, we could shield it for you, though I don't know if Sirrah's spell will hold up through that…"

Sirrah shook her head.

"No, I don't have the hang of it well yet, I just figured it out this morning…"

Kat nodded, and Aragorn looked puzzled.

"What spell is she working?"

Kat smiled wryly.

"Haven't you wondered why no one has noticed the fact that we're women yet?"

"You are invisible to all but me?" he said wonderingly.

"No!" hissed Kat, trying to hurry for Sirrah's sake, "its just a veiling thing, I'll explain later, and she's going to drop it when we get to Theoden and whats his name, but choose swiftly! Do you want us to drop the spell and shield Anduril?"

Aragorn thought a moment, and decided when something about their appearance flickered.

"No, thankyou."

Sirrah heaved a sigh of relief and dropped the loophole that was allowing Kat to speak to Aragorn. Hama looked at him, ignoring his comrads.

"Well?"

Aragorn unbelted his sheath, and lay it on the wall beside Legolas' bow.

"Let no man touch this sword." And without another word, he strode to the back of the group. They began to walk in, but the guard stopped them.

"Your staff," he said uncomfortably, "forgive me, but you must leave it here."

The girls, didn't pay attention to Gandalf's meager pleas of an old man, all they knew was that a few moments later, they were walking into the throne room of Theoden, Gandalf leaning proudly on his staff.

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They walked down a hallway in which there were paintings of various people, most of which Aragorn knew. The girls however, were too involved in figuring out whether they should drop the spell or not. Finally Kat sighed.

"I dunno Sirrah, I think its all up to you. How much power do you want to have for later, and do we really need the shielding?"

Sirrah sighed.

"We definatly needed it back there, I wasn't sure if they'd let us in or not, being girls and all, but now that we're in here…"

She abruptly dropped the spell, making their compainions look at them in surprise. They weren't the only ones though…

'Oh…shit…way to make an impression Sirrah…'

'No Kat, that's you that does the big entrances. I do the big mistakes.'

'Less often thankfully…'

'Yeah, I leave the little stuff to you.'

'Gee thanks.'

'Any time, here twenty four hours, seven days a week…'

'Yeah yeah, and three sixty five days a year, I know I know…'

'Actually I was going to say three sixty four…'

'Why, dare I ask?'

'Lets just say that there has to be time for some choclate syrup.'

'GAH!' and Kat threw herself out of the conversation, hitting her forehead in the process. This was of great surprise to the people in the room. Espesilally the three that Gandalf was quickly muttering to. Kat gasped. They had completely forgotten about Theoden. However, he didn't seem to be paying any attention to them. It was his companions that were gazing at tehm curiously. One gaze was a level clear blue that immediately reminded Kat of Sirrah when she got into one of her odd moods. The other was dark, slimy and made both girls smother a giggle. Gandalf made a noise.

"May I present to you, theoden, my last two compainions in my journy. The ladies Kat and Sirrah."

Kat immediately swept Theoden a graceful curtsey, which Sirrah was beginning to envy. She settled for bowing. Wormtongue immediately bowed to his master's ear and whispered hurridly. The king nodded.

"But these are women Gandalf! Surely you do not bring so much woe that Women must fight for you!"

The girls were surprised that Eowyn did not give more of a reaction then of simple twitch of the head. They however, had much more respect for her then the king seemed to, and Kat, feeling intensly annoyed, strode up to the king. Gandalf moved to stop her, but Aragorn, smiling very slightly, stopped him with a touch. He recognized the look on Kat's face and the power that radiated from both of the girls from when Boromir had made her mad. Sirrah, rolling her eyes, went to lean against the wall, fingering the ring on her neckalace. She didn't mind the insult that Theoden had paid them too much, but decided to let Kat get pissed off.

Theoden, looking slightly worried as she advanced, was very surprised indeed when Kat instead turned to wormtongue. She smiled sweetly.

"Good day, server to the highest."

Wormtongue nodded to her, looking at her as if she was the most beautiful thing on the earth.

"And to you Lady."

Kat grinned.

"Dear dear, how you have grown."

Wormtongue shook his head.

"I know not what my lady means, unless she speaks of the boldness that has rapidly grown in my heart since I first set eyes on her."

At this he took her hand. Kat stared at him a moment, then broke out laughing…loudly. Aragorn and the rest looked at her very strangely indeed. Here she was, being wooed by one of the most detestable people in range, and she was wooping in laughter, with Sirrah nearly in tears from trying to keep her own giggles in. Abruptly, she stopped laughing, pulled her hand out of his grasp and stepped away from him.

"I am surprised Wormtongue."

"And why is that?"

"Well, for one," said sirrah, "you seem to have forgotten that you only had eyes for her." at this she indicated Eowyn, who looked at him disgustedly.

Kat nodded.

"For two," She put on a melodramatic face. "you seem to have forgotten your desprate desire to serve and protect you king from all earthly harm, including the invasion of women, when you just made him insult us before…and Finally, can't you even keep track of the people that you try to kill?"

At this, all was silent. Sirrah, who had been waiting for this final clincher, was the only one making any noise at all. In the total silence that had ensued from their speech, she had begun to clap. Kat turned to theoden, leaving Wormtongue to work out what she had just said.

"Now then, Theoden, King of the mark, I greet you, and wish you good fortune on all of your future journeys. I also have a question to pose of you before you throw me in the dungeons with Eomer for being annoying, even if I have a good point."

Theoden seemed so baffled by this that he didn't even give a response. Kat leaned close to him so that she looked straight into his eyes.

"Now, don't you wonder why I adressed Good ol' Grima as server to the highest, when really his title is advisory to the king?"

At this, Gandalf began to chuckle, albeit quietly. Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli were still slightly confused, having not heard her last comment clearly enough, or not understood it enough, to make anything of it. Sirrah and Kat were now in a corner of the room, chuckling.

Theoden shook his head.

"What mean you!? Wormtongue has been my faithful advisor for many a year, I have no reason not to trust him, and yet every reason not to trust you! You, who speaks to me as if someone of your own meager knowladge and status! You who threatens my advisors and speaks of things which you do not know!"

Kat shrugged, her anger spent.

"Whatever Theoden, but poison of his sort passes faster than any killer."

Theoden narrowed his eyes, but said nothing. Instead, Gandalf broke the silence.

"Your hospitality has grown thin of late, Theoden son of Thengel. Has not the dorrmaster reported the anmes of my companions? Seldom have any of the kings of rohan had such guests! They lay their wepons at you door that are worth more than the fortunes of man! They are clad in the ramamints of the elves, and thus have passed through great perils to come to your halls!"

"So it is true, what Eomer said, and you are in leauge with the Sorceress of the Golden wood! It is unsurprising" commented Wormtongue, "webs of decit were ever woven in Dwimordene."

Several things happened at once. Sirrah grabbed Gimli with a handy binding spell she had been trying to work out, Gandalf rose up and threw aside his cloak, and Kat smiled sweetly and snapped her finger at Wormtongue.

After all of Gandalf's rantings were over, (at least, that's what Sirrah remebered, were rantings, for she was still to busy being happy at her binding spell.). She looked around to find Wormtongue sprawled on the floor in front of the throne before following the small party out of the throne room. The slimy man was sprawled on the floor, bleeding sluggishly from the nose. Sirrah shook her head in amusment at Kat, she vaugly remebered her snapping her fingers, and 'accidently' kicked the so-called advisor in the nose as she stepped delicatly over him.

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