(Hello I'm writing the second chapter while my brother and one of his friends is downstairs drinking before they go to some concert thing. I hate his friend, he is an arsehole, he also bullies my younger brother but there you go. Anyway I doubt that you really care so here is the second chapter. Enjoy.)

As he reached the area Aragorn's fears were confirmed as he saw that the village did indeed have a warg problem. Chaos was ensuing, women and children were running around screaming, men were attempting to kill the wargs but they did not have many weapons and they were losing quite badly.

Running quickly into the fray of things, he started fighting the attacking creatures immediately. Scanning the area he hurriedly he counted the number of animals. As far he could see there were fifteen of the animals. As he ran his blade through one of the beasts he turned to see one man about to have his head snapped off by another one of the wolves. Running up to the man he rapidly removed said wolves head before it had time to decapitate the human.

Not staying to hear the man's thanks he quickly ran off to another warg that was chasing a small boy, quickly killing that one also he continued battling the creatures. Some ten minutes later a man to the left of him succeeded in killing the last animal and Aragorn once more leant on his elvish blade to survey the scene around him.

The dead bodies of the wargs littered the tiny settlement but miraculously there only seemed to be two villagers injured and none dead. Running over to the two injured people Aragorn tried to force his way through the villagers that were crowding around those hurt.

"Excuse me, I have some skill as a healer, I may be able to help"

He said, as he finally reached the two men and the woman that was bending over them trying to bandage there wounds. The woman seemed wary of the ranger and then another man pushed forward.

"Who are you and what are you doing in our village?" he questioned suspiciously.

"My name is Strider, I am a ranger, I was passing through yonder woods when I heard the noise of your attack and came to help. As I said I have some skill at healing people and will gladly help with the injured. The man glanced warily at the ranger, as if summing up the risks in his head before nodding and saying.

"Alright, thanks for your help" turning to several men that were standing watching he gave orders for them to carry the injured into a nearby building and he and Aragorn followed them in.

(A/N another of my brothers friends have arrived and their moaning at me for singing along with my music to loudly and disturbing them cause they are trying to get wasted. Then they wouldn't give me a beer so I had to drink my last Smirnoff instead. Oh well back to the story)

After receiving some bandages and water from the man, who he guessed was the head of the village; Aragorn quickly cleaned and bandaged the wounds. Luckily they weren't too deep or dangerous but he used some of his herbs to be on the safe side in case of infection. When he had finished he left the two men with their families who had come into the building to make sure that the men were well.

The village leader came up to him as he left the building and said to the ranger.

"Thanks for your help Strider, we've had a bit of bad luck recently, it would be a sore blow to have anyone killed because of the wargs, as well.

At the mention of bad news Aragorn stopped and stared at the man.

"Can I ask what this bad news was; it might very well be what I was looking for?"

"A black shadow, like a small creature came to our village, it crept in through several windows of the house and stole children from at least four cradles before we discovered it, then it ran off onto the wasteland in that direction" he said sadly in memory of the children lost, and pointing in a south east direction. Thanking the man for the information Aragorn ran in the direction of that he had pointed in, much to the astonishment of the informant. Before the startled man could say anything the ranger had crouched to the floor, brushed something with his fingers and took of at a run.

Shaking his head in bewilderment the man walked back to his house muttering.

"Rangers are queer folk and make no mistake."

If said ranger had heard the mumbled comment he made no sign and instead continued following the tracks. Now that he had found them again he meant to try and put as little distance between him and the creature as possible to make up for the time he had lost. Luckily for him the dry bear wasteland had preserved the prints well and he found no difficulty in following them.

For several days he crossed the plains, running only in daytime so as not to miss anything important and he encountered no further set backs, even the few streams that crossed the area didn't hinder him because they were narrow and he could see that the creature had walked straight across as the thinness of the streams meant that he could see the footprints on the other side.

Sadly when he reached the borders of Lorien his bad luck kicked in again and he saw that the creature had yet again taken to the treetops.

//Why me? It's not like he knew he was being followed so why would he climb a tree? It's clear that someone hates me, I bet its Varda, I cursed using her name once when Legolas played a trick on me, and I expect this is my punishment\\

Groaning out loud at his misfortune he climbed the tree at which the trail of tracks had ended and, as it was evening, he decided to wait once more till the morning, after all it had worked before in the Dimrill Dale, it might work here. Or at least that was his reasoning.

He couldn't be bothered to build a flet that night, instead he found a fork in the huge Mallorn that he was perched on and curled up to get some rest.

As the night passed he didn't notice the soft footed creature that discovered his presence but as the sun rose and he felt the sun warming the side of his face, he woke up with a yawn and stretched, narrowly missing having his eye poked out by one of the many the rather sharp arrows that were aimed at him.

(Oooooooo, a cliffy, I think I'm getting the hang of this cliff-hangers. The ending of the first chapter was very nearly a cliff-hanger and I would say that that was definitely a cliff-hanger, although I'm sure that most of you can work out who the arrows belonged to. Anywho, now my brother and his friends are dancing around in rather a drunken manner, I have to go to Drama now, Namarie.)