I flew in the dragon's claws for most of the day. As the sun was setting we reached a clearing in a forrest. Against the orange glow of the setting sun I saw a tall, black, imposing tower surrounded by water and what looked like trees walking around outside it. The dragon swooped downwards so we were level with the balcony and flung me inside.

I hit the cold stone floor with an echoing thud. I lost all breath and had no choice but to lie there gasping for air. I could see a white robed figure walking towards me and for a brief moment I thought that it could of been Gandalf but I then remembered that it could not possibly be him.

As my breathing slowly returned to normal I gathered the courage to look up in to the face of the man. I did not recognise him but I knew instantly that I should fear him. He had a murderous expression on his face and I could see that his knuckles were turning white from clenching his hand in to a fist too tightly.

We were both silent, staring at each other for a few minutes.

"This is not one of the fellowship, it is just a girl. Imbocile dragons! What am I to do with just a girl!" he hissed.

"My lord the dragons are not very bright, but their stupidity is not with out some benefit." I looked up towards the doorway and saw a hunched figure almost slithering towards the man in white. As the man came in to the light I could see that it was Wormtongue. I thought back to a past conversation I had heard between the men at Helms Deep about how it came to be that Wormtongue betrayed the king. I looked at the man in white and realised that he must be the wizard Saruman.

Saruman raised his eyebrows at Wormtongue and then turned to study my face.

"What possible benefit could she have to me?"

Wormtongue smiled evilly. "The elf is in love with her. That much was obvious, if he really loves her then he will try and save her surely."

Saruman's lips curved in to a nasty smile. "Then I can lure him and who ever may come with him in to Isenguard. They cannot match my power here and I can kill them."

I felt like I was about to cry or scream or both. My body was aching so much that I could barely move let alone speak. I let myself slump to the floor and felt tears trickling down my cheeks.

Wormtongue approached me and grabbed my wrist. He could see that I was to weak to move. He turned and looked at Saruman. "Can I---?"

Saruman raised his hand, cutting him off mid sentence. "Yes Wormtongue do with the girl what you will, I have to prepare Isenguard for our guests." He laughed cruelly and left out of the room slamming the doors behind him.

Wormtongue dropped my wrist and crossed the room. I could see him out of the corner of my eye looking for something. He made a triumphant noise when he had found what he was searching for. He came back and knelt beside me. I could see that he had found some rope.

"You will get your strength back soon and it would not do me any good if you could struggle." he said in a frighteningly calm tone of voice.

Once had tied me up he slowly lowered his body over mine.

With as much energy as I could muster I tried to speak although it came out as no more than a terrified whisper. "No!"

I looked up in to his face and could see that he was smiling. He brought his lips down to my ear, laughed softly and whispered back "Yes."