The beast was poised to attack, venom dripping from its giant fangs. It hissed as it inched its way towards Aragorn. Without thinking twice Anarrima released the arrow aimed at the spider, piercing its body. The beast was temporarily stunned, giving Aragorn the chance to attack. He dug his sword deep into the giant's stomach. It reared back, thick black blood pouring from its wound. With what strength it had it swiped at Aragorn with its giant legs, knocking him off his feet.

Then it turned its attention to Anarrima. As she pulled her daggers from their sheathe it pounced on her, sending her staggering to the ground. Dimrost neighed as she watched helplessly. There it hovered over her, ready to paralyze in one single bite. In the blink of an eye it plunged its poison-filled fangs at her.

Doing the only thing she could do she slashed her daggers at its neck. Finding their mark the daggers cut at the thick skin. Suddenly with its powerful legs it pinned her arms down to the ground above her head. With Anarrima now defenseless it prepared to strike again. Aragorn was just regaining his composure when the unthinkable happened.

When the Palace Gardens gave him no comfort Legolas took refuge in one of the strong mallorn trees where he and Anarrima used to play in when they were children. Legolas managed to fall into an uneasy sleep just before the early hours of dawn. He slowly began to open his eyes as the sun began to rise in the east.

Anarrima was trapped, her arms were pinned and no matter how much she kicked she couldn't escape. She closed her eyes, hoping one day to see her dear friend Legolas again in the Undying Lands. Already she could smell the spider's awful stench.

Soon she felt a warmth spread about her; Ana thought she was dead. As the hours of dawn broke the sun began to creep above the trees. The spider hissed as the sun's rays burned its flesh. Quickly it escaped back into the deep shadows of the forest. Anarrima lay still on the ground, her wrists bleeding where the creature held its strong grip on her. Slowly, but painfully she began to sit up.

"Anarrima?" Aragorn sheathed his sword and ran to her. "Are you alright?"

"I HATE SPIDERS!!!" She screamed to the air around them. "Curse those vial creatures to the fiery pits of Mordor!"

She sheathed her daggers and examined her wrists, noticing the fine details from the dagger handles imbedded into her palms from the force the spider held. "I'm not hurt," she said getting up and brushing herself off. She winced at the pain in her wrists but kept it mostly to herself. "We can make it to the Great River by midday if we move quickly."

"Are you sure you are not hurt?" Aragorn asked, grabbing the reins to his horse that was found with grazing some ways away.

Anarrima mounted Dimrost and gave a small smirk. "It would take far more than a mere spider to sway the will of a Moriquendi." She tucked away her daggers and rode off through the forest.

"An interesting Ranger she will make indeed," he grinned and rode after her.

By midday Anarrima and Aragorn reached the Great River and was met with the company of the Dunedain. As they rode up all the Rangers marveled at her, a female she was indeed and a warrior all the same.

"This is Anarrima of Mirkwood. She has come to help us keep peace in Middle earth." Aragorn introduced her to the curious Rangers.

"She is an elf..." one of the men commented from where he sat on his horse. "The wood elves cannot be trusted."

"She is no wood elf," a tall dark man jumped off his horse and came forward to look at Anarrima. His clothes were tattered and dirty and had an ill- favored look about him. The words he spoke were cold. "She has none of the qualities of one from Mirkwood. In fact..." he said with spite," she looks more like one of the Dark Elves, a Moriquendi."

"Moriquendi..." whispered the other men in disbelief. "She will betray us!"

"Anarrima is here to redeem the evils of her forefathers, she will do no such thing as betray us," Aragorn told them and went to one of the men who had traveled from the city of Gondor.

"What news from Gondor Theodred?" Aragorn asked the young man. Though being the son of a king he was proud to serve Aragorn and the Rangers.

"We are needed in Osgiliath," Theodred informed him. All the men were ready to ride out and awaited Aragorn's command and awaited his decision.

"Then we will leave at once," Aragorn said and led the Dunedain on their way to the city of men. Out in the distance the storm clouds began to build as the company rode off through the Misty Mountains.