Paige gave him a dirty look.
'Shouldn't we be asking you the same question?' she asked bluntly
A second man with red hair and blue-grey eyes stepped forward, picked Paige up by the scruff of her neck and slammed her against a tree.
'Boromir!' the first man said sharply.
Oh my gosh, thought Piper, that demon sent us to Middle Earth! If I ever find that good for nothing, slimy little...
The man called Boromir glared at the first man then let go of Paige and walked away.
'Grouch', muttered Paige.
The first man looked at Piper, his sword still pointed at her.
'I ask again and this is the last time I ask patiently. Who are you and what is your business?
'I am Piper. These are my sisters Phoebe and Paige. We are the daughters of Victor. Our business is our own.
' Um, Piper', Phoebe piped up, 'we are not...'
'Quiet.'
The man glanced at Paige then back at Piper. Piper pushed his sword down with the tip of her finger.
'Now that we have told you our names, may we ask what you're names are?'
The man glanced at his company and then he sheathed his sword. The others followed suit according to their weapon. The man began to pace in front of them.
'I will give you my name only. I sense no evil in you but my friends may think otherwise. My companions may choose if they wish to give you their names or not. I am Aragorn son of Arathorn.
The blonde man who had been the only one carrying a bow and arrows stepped forward.
'I am Legolas son of Thranduil, an elf of Mirkwood. I sense no evil in you but know this; my arrow is quicker than your breath. One wrong move and it will be your last one. We have come too far to have you three ruin our Quest.'
No one else spoke. Piper bowed.
'Thank you to those who do trust us, and those who don't I pray that we can become friends one day. But now Aragorn son of Arathorn, may we ask that we come with you wherever you are going? We are lost and do not know how to get home.'
'How did you get here then?' asked Aragorn.
'One of the Dark Lords spells', she answered quietly. 'He is always after us now, as if we carry a trinket he hates or needs.'
Legolas stepped up to Aragorn and whispered in his ear. Aragorn nodded.
'I can not choose for the company', he said aloud, 'Legolas has told me what he thinks. You will stay here with him while I talk to the others.
Piper bowed again.
Piper: Yes My Lord.
The eight walk of together out of the earshot of the Charmed Ones.
'What do you think of them Gandalf?' asked Frodo, ' They seem to know about the Ring.'
'I do not know what to think Frodo', answered Gandalf gravely. 'The girls seem trustworthy but...'
Aragorn glanced up at him. 'But what?'
Gandalf turned to Aragorn, a wariness in his eyes.
'I sense a magic in them more powerful than I have or will ever have. Should they turn on us, I will not be able to stop them.'
'But you're the most powerful wizard we know!' cried Sam.
Aragorn shook his head. 'I do not know what to think. Legolas trusts them and he dose not trust easily these days but you say they are very powerful...' He sighed. 'I think we can trust them for now.'
Gandalf looked around. More than half the fellowship looked convinced that they could be trusted. All except Boromir.
'And what if they turn on us', he asked.
Gandalf turned to him, a challenge in his eyes. 'Then we will have no choice but to kill them.'
The eight walked back over to Legolas and the Charmed Ones. Aragorn stepped forward.
'You may come with us. One wrong move and we will leave you for the wolves to eat. Betray us and we will kill you. Do you understand?'
'Yes', they replied.
'Good. Move out!'
The Company began to walk away so the three sisters followed.
Paige walked over to Piper and whispered in her ear.
'What was that about? And since when were we all "daughters of Victor?"'
Piper glanced at Paige.
'We're in Middle Earth.'
