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Chapter thre: The Window

They had little choice but to follow Faramir and the others.  Malbung and Damrod walked first, and then followed Sam, Frodo and Feavair; Faramir walked last never taking his eyes of them. Now and then, Feavair turned her head and stared at Faramir, each time he caught her eyes and he smiled, she quickly turned her head away.

As she could feel his stare burn in her back she could also feel what he was thinking as he every so often looked at Frodo and Sam. He somehow sensed that Frodo and Boromir had not been so very good friends.

They walked on passing gray and green shadows under ancient trees, their feet made no sound and above their head the birds sang. Feavair looked up on and above the trees she spotted the eagle that once more soared over her head, as a watchful guardian. She was glad to have it there.

"Feavair?" she turned looked down and spotted that Sam was suddenly walking next to her.

"Yes" she answered shortly and let the bag she was carrying shift position because the leather rein was starting to dig in her shoulder.

"I….I was just wondering if I could ask you a question" Sam muttered and avoided looking at her.

"You may ask me a question," she said, knowing very well that the hobbit would not have ease until he had satisfied his mind, hobbits where very alike in that way.

"I was just wondering; how and why you crossed the river and followed us?"

Feavair stopped walking and sucked in a sharp breath that she hoped went unnoticed by the hobbit. She knew of course that this question would rise eventually, she had preferred later. Sam stole a glance on her before he lowered his eyes on the road.

"I believe that was two questions" she said shortly and stared to walk again.

"So are you hiding something?" he asked suspiciously. This time they both stopped walking and Feavair cast a glance up towards the sky, the eagle was gone.

"If I said yes that would be a lie, but if I said no that would not bee the truth either" she muttered, and Sam scratched his head.

"I`ve have learned that people who speak in riddles often has something to hide"

"So what do you want to know? Would it matter what I told you for clearly you have made up your own mind" she spoke softly.

Sam hesitated and looked quickly towards the others that were starting to disappear from their view. He could not hide that he had been pondering about her presences ever since the Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn insisted that she journey with them from Lothlórien.

"Yes I have been making up my own theories, but my own mind tell me that they are only my worst fears and doubts cooked together with my imagination" he answered and she laughed.

"We often fear the worst when we are in doubt" she replied, "but tell me what you think of me" she said and Sam hesitated before he sighed deeply and said.

"I think you are hiding something, and that you are running from something or someone." He stopped and looked at her and could clearly she the reaction in her face, her eyes darkened and she quickly avoided his look.

"You silences confirms it," he said simply and she sighed deeply once again and bit her lower lip.

"We find our self always running," Feavair answered

"So who are you running from and why? Are you being hunted?" Sam asked and Feavair looked up in the trees again and felt the wind stroke her skin as she heard the foul and cold voice whisper in her head.

"We are always hunted by our past, some more then other " she closed her eyes briefly and then stared at Sam with the most mournful and remorseful eyes Sam had ever seen.

"But in my past lies an unforgivable sin and-" she cut him off when she saw that he was about to speak "-the wise advice is always to fight your hunters, and that is what I am doing"

Then she started to walk again with not looking back at him. Sam stood for a long time staring after her, and he wished he had kept his question to him self. Now he did not know what he thought or what he should do.

            "Alas I am sorry, but I am order that no one, not even those who fight with us must see the path we now walk, I must blindfold you" Faramir exclaimed suddenly as they stopped at a narrow gorge. Feavair dumped her bag, stretched her soar muscles, and rubbed her eyes. She blinked against the last rays of the sun as it bathed in the river of Anduin that they could see far below them surrounded by nothing but green.

"That is okay, " Frodo, said sitting down to rest. "Even the elves wanted to blindfold us as we crossed the borders to Lothlórien" Faramir nodded slowly and ordered Mablung and Damrod to blind fold them.

Then started to walk again, enfolded by darkness as Faramir led them on an unknown path.  Feavair felt a strange hand grab hers and armored fingers curled around hers as a gruffly male voice ordered her to go.

She bit her lower lip to control the shivers that ran through her body. She feared the darkness more then anything else and old nightmares and ghosts started to hunt around in her memory.  It felt as if they walked forever and each moment that passed, she drew closer to crossing the edge of panic and to rip the folds of her eyes.

When she thought she could not handle it anymore, Faramir`s voice suddenly rang through the darkness.

"Let them see" as soon as the folds were removed she blinked her eyes several times and she could hear the hobbits draw in gasps of aw.

The found them self, standing on a wet floor of polished stone. Around them stonewalls rose and through the window they stared at the ever changing color of the sun set as the sun spread its wings on the sky.

"The Window of Sunset" Feavair exclaimed without thinking. "Henneth Annûn, fairest of all the falls of Ithilien" she spoke with a soft voice filled with wonder. She walked over to the window and leaned out as if she could touch the sun.

Faramir cleared his throat and Frodo and Sam looked at her with a small hint of suspicion in their eyes. "Yes….that would be the correct name, how do you know this?" he asked staring at the others that also grew tense.

Feavair did not seem to notice their reaction, her eyes shone once again as if they had done in Rivendell. She had heard so many stories about this tower, that it held the most spectacular view in all of Middle- earth. She had never believed she would ever see it.

She turned slowly around and saw that the others were staring at her, Faramir`s eyes were a tad darker then they had before.

"My old guardian spoke of this tower" she explained and turned her face to the sun set again.

Faramir opened his mouth to say something, but quickly changed his mind.

"Come" he ordered shortly "let us eat and drink, then sleep"

Tables were lowered from the walls, and Frodo and Sam were shown a small corner with two small beds.  A smile of comfort appeared on both their faces as they thought about resting in a bed again, that was something they had not done since Lothlórien.

Feavair managed to draw her eyes away from the window as the sun slowly disappeared over the horizon.

She could hear the men talk among them self, muttering about something they had seen among the rocks.

Something small and gray.

"I think it was a squirrel from Mirkwood that has wandered here," said one of the guards to Faramir. "I have heard that they have squirrels of that color" Faramir furrowed his eyebrow in though and then turned to Feavair and the hobbits.

"Perhaps so, but it has to be an ill omen, we don't want the escapes of Mirkwood in Ithilien"

            After they had eaten, Feavair could feel every bone in her body ache and she blinked her eyes heavy with sleep.  She thanked her hosts and then walked over to the bed she had been given in the corner. She curled up with her back to the wall and watched the shadows of the men flicker against the wall. They talked in low hushed voices, as if not to awake her and soon their voices grew to murmurs and she fell as sleep.

She was unable to escape the nightmares. She was standing in a clearing in a forest, silence of dead hung over her head, pressing her to the ground. Suddenly the images that always danced at the edge of her subconscious started to twirl around her, like a flock of wild birds fleeing.

The images grasped at her and spun her around as their screech grasped at her. The sound grew and she closed her eyes and covered her ears trying to block the sound out as the images moved faster and the noise grew like a gigantic crescendo, until it suddenly stopped and a calm and icy voice spoke in the darkness.

"Amin khiluva lle a' gurtha , gurth tula khila amin, gurth ta tuluva a' lye"

She opened her eyes, expecting to be sitting up in a bed drenched in sweat. However, the dream still trapped her, and now a figure emerged from the darkness.

He was no more an illusion a mere shadow of his former self, but she knew, she could feel it carved in her soul, that this was the man that shared her spirit.

"You come spirit child"

She slowly removed her hands from her ears and stared at him, unable to move or to think and she felt a cold wind wash over her.

"You come to Spirit Child, like I knew you would" the voice was raspy and old, echoing through the darkness as the shadow moved closer. She wanted to scream, to run away she wanted to feel something, but she felt nothing.

"I have always been there, you can not deny it. In every dream, in every cold wind, I was there you knew it" his voice was still calm and the shadow moved closer. She could not see any features on him; he was nothing but a dark phantom.

"You wonder what I am doing, why I am showing my self" his voice grew taunting and she took a steep back hoping to find a way to escape, to wake up.

"You struggle so hard to hide it, to hide me. You struggle so hard because you know I am a part of you, and you a part of me. We share something, something that is even deeper then the blue light that all mortals, even the elves, carry."

He moved even closer and she could feel her self growing dizzy, a whisper started to swarm around her and she felt her self becoming drowsy. She could feel her body sway slightly and the shadow grew closer. Her vision blurred and she could barley see the darkness reach out a hand to grasp at her. Suddenly something jolted through her body.

            Her eyes flung open and she stared straight into a pair of scared brow eyes.

"When you sleep, you really sleep like a log, I remember an old uncle of my father who also…." the cheerful voice belonging to Sam said and she blinked her eyes a couple of times and scanned the room. She could see Faramir and Frodo sitting and talking and a couple of the guards were resting on the floor.

She was about to ask Sam what was going on, when one of the men burs through the door with a wild look of panic on his face.

"We have caught a spy!"

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