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To Edoras

The gate opened further, revealing a tower inside. A black tower. With a red eye looking at her. What did this mean? An eye? THE eye! Suddenly she was consumed in fire. She cried out in pain as the flames licked her. A voice, evil and menacing, was inside of her head. "Give me the Ring. Tell me who has it and I will spare your life, child," it sneered.

Gandalf watched as she moaned and uttered words, dripping with sweat. None of his spells could wake her, Sauron had somehow gotten a full grip on her. And she would tell him who had the Ring because she knew, and Sauron was very powerful. The group grew worried.

"NO!" she screamed as she sat up. She felt so sick. She began coughing, and couldn't stop. It was very hard for her to breathe.

"Give her room," Gandalf said gently to the two of them. She finally stopped coughing, and her gasping calmed down a little so she was now panting.

"Are you all right?" Legolas asked. "I tried to pick you up and all I could do was recoil in terror."

"What madness overtook you, my lady?" Aragorn asked.

"She has had an encounter with Sauron," Gandalf said solemnly. She looked at him.

"What?" she asked skeptically. Then she remembered. "Oh, I was so scared!" she cried.

"What did you see, child?" Gandalf asked.

"I saw...everyone was dead. At the Black Gates of Mordor, everyone lay dead! You three, and Merry and Pippin. Frodo had failed, and was dead. But I couldn't see Frodo because Sauron doesn't know about him. Then he asked me to tell him and he would spare my life, but I rejected him. It was worse than it sounds, trust me."

They were all speechless after hearing her short tale, which in truth wasn't even half as bad as it had been seeing them dead. Was it the future he'd shown her? All of them would die?

"But about Frodo." she began again. The group refocused on her. "He is.with Gollum. They are in the middle of a group of marshes, but he is still being hunted. Gollum's going to try and take the Ring for himself, but Frodo thinks he understands and pities the creature."

Gandalf looked like he didn't believe her. "Sauron showed you this?"

"No. Oh, no way. This is the present I'm talking about," she said surely.

"You are able to see what Frodo sees?" Aragorn asked doubtfully.

"Yeah. I don't know how, but-" she clutched her left shoulder. A searing pain had just gone through it. It was so strong that she fell unconscious once more while Gandalf held her.

Legolas looked at Aragorn. "Perhaps it was not such a good decision to leave the safety of her kin." He nodded. Something they didn't understand was beginning to happen to her, and it looked like she wouldn't be able to handle it very well. Gandalf, on the other hand, was more than impressed with her ability to reject Sauron's threat.

Laura woke up with what she thought to be an intense migraine the next morning. She moaned and reached out next to her to take a small piece of lembas bread that Galadriel had given all of them. It was quickly losing its popularity with her, but she didn't complain. Whatever gave her strength. She slowly sat up, trying to rub the pain right out of her head. Her eyes focused on a neatly made pair of boots standing in front of her.

Legolas stood before her, and offered her his hand. She got to her feet. She couldn't look at him. It was still difficult to look directly at any of their faces after looking into cold, lifeless eyes. Her head throbbed. Legolas carefully looked at her. "Can you make it to Edoras with us, my lady?" he asked, his voice full of genuine concern.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good," she said in a slurred voice. He looked at her unsurely, but led her to the edge where Gandalf stood with his horse, Shadowfax. Laura immediately forgot about the pain in her head.

"And how are you feeling this morning, my dear?" Gandalf asked kindly.

"My memory's a little foggy, but I don't feel sick anymore," she said honestly. "What a beautiful horse."

"Shadowfax has been a good friend of mine, although the Rohirrim are a bit angry that I am the only one now who can tame him," he said lightheartedly.

She mounted Epona and they rode over what was to her the most boring territory they'd encountered yet. It was just plains, plains, and rolling hills. Definitely the best horse country, but not much for the human eye to enjoy.

In what seemed to her like six years, they reached a city on a hilltop. As they went through the gate she could see that all the peasants there were dressed in black, and no one said a word. She yawned as they made their way up the steps and were greeted by three guards. Gandalf looked pleased.

"I cannot allow you before King Theoden so armed, Gandalf Greyhame. By order of Grima Wormtongue," he sneered when he said the name, like it was poison to even say it. It was such an ugly name. Wormtongue. What cruel parents named their child that?

Gandalf looked at all of them, nodding. Laura took off her quiver, and gave them her bow and her sword while concealing her lightsaber. "Your staff," the man said.

"Oh, you would not part an old man with his walking stick?" Gandalf asked. The man nodded and let them proceed into what was know was the Golden Hall. Laura gripped Gandalf's arm nice and tight so his staff could not be seen.

The hall didn't look golden and magnificent at all. In fact, it looked dim and dreary. Men watched them warily from all sides, and she felt a good fight would soon break out. A very old, very decrepit-looking man sat on a throne at the end of the hallway, and a greasy-looking pale faced thing was whispering something into his ear. The old man, who was the king, spoke like he was having real difficulty.

"Why.should I welcome you, Gandalf Stormcrow?" he asked slowly.

"A just question, my lord," the greasy thing said as he stood up. Was he human? Yuck. "Late is the hour," he announced, but Gandalf was quick to cut him off.