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A/N: Thank you to…

Krystyna Marriella Rosemaryann Black (a.k.a. KrystynAngelofLight): thx for reviewing, glad you liked it….:)

Heavenstar3: thx! Well, since this story follows the movie plot, yes, they will meet up with Legolas, Gimli, and Aragorn…BUT…Gwyn may. Not. Live…you shall see her fate…as for Grima…I can safely tell you that Grima that CREEP! does NOT get her, so don't worry…

Domlando Blonaghan: lol nope, I didn't waste any time, did i? I'm ok with that. As for the name, I've only heard it once or twice, and you know…domlando blonaghan isn't that original either. :amused: well, thanks for taking the time to assert you opinion, though it will not be regarded.

Insane Elven Rock Baby: lol, don't worry; I'll try. I'm almost done with TTT, so it shouldn't take long till the third movie/book. But ya never know…Gwyn may not live…

sweetazzhoney: lol, aren't we all crazy! Ya, I myself was thinking about inserting a little filler chapter, ya know? Once I finish the story, I might do that…and when I figure out how! Lol. ;P well, anyway, here's the story (and your little spot in my chapter )!

Lady Luthien: lol, thx for reviewing! Lol, I was watching that part when I wrote it, so it was fun to imagine!

CrazyCruzet212: hey, thx for reviewing! Glad you liked the 'hair' part; I've had my mind set on that for…well, ever since I started thinking this fic up! (a year or two ago)

BrOwN eYeD tOoK: Good luck at State! Wow, that DOES sound busy! Glad the chapter was ok!

starryiceangel03: yay, I'm glad! And so it continues…

Mischief-makers perfectly described those two hobbits! Gwyn was even surprised at how much trouble they could cause. It had gotten a little hectic when Merry and Pippin upset some type of tree that Treebeard warned them about. The hobbits had been seeing how far they could climb…and the tree had 'awoken', and was not too happy with having people climbing on it. Gwyn had to translate their apology to Elvish in order to calm the tree.

After that, they had decided just to fool around near a small pond. As Gwyn watched the two hobbits splash around in the clear water (it had been a long time since they had seen clear water) she entered deep thought, recalling several memories from her childhood…and recent ones as well...

First flashback…

'Arwen! Father's coming home today!' a five-year-old Gwyn cried excitedly.

Arwen smiled at the small child. 'Yes, Gwyn, he is.'

'Can we ride out to meet him?' Gwyn asked, staring up with her innocent blue eyes. 'Please?'

'I don't see any harm in it,' Arwen said.

Gwyn smiled happily as she let out a jubilant cry. She and Arwen walked down to the stables, where Arwen set the young child up on Asfolath before mounting herself. Gwyn squealed in delight as they began to ride fast.

They rode to a hill which was a good look-out. Asfolath was allowed to rest and eat while Arwen and Gwyn lay on the soft green grass.

For an hour the two waited, until, finally, they saw a horse approaching, carrying a male rider. 'Father!' Gwyn cried, jumping up and down.

When Aragorn got to them, he dismounted his horse and picked Gwyn up, swinging her around. She giggled happily as he kissed her cheek lightly…

Second flashback…

'Then from this day forward, you shall have eternal life,' Legolas whispered.

Gwyn looked up and found herself staring into those deep blue eyes. Their faces began to move closer, until their lips touched. At first their kiss was tentative, but after a moment Legolas deepened it; his hands traced up to her neck, and he held her while the kissed. The kiss was long and passionate. Finally, they broke away, just long enough for Legolas to say, 'I love you.' And for Gwyn to return the same message: 'I love you too.' Then he pulled Gwyn into another deep and passionate kiss. It lasted for what seemed like hours, then they broke apart. 'Should we tell anyone?' whispered Gwyn.

Legolas thought a moment before saying, 'I am elf-kind. You are mortal. I don't think either of our families would be pleased.'

Gwyn nodded. 'You're right. Let's keep it a secret for now.'

'We should get back to the village; it's late.'

Gwyn sighed. 'I wish we could stay here forever.'

'I know, said Legolas. 'Me too. But we really must get back.' He took her hand and led her to the edge of the wood, where they had left their horses. Here he pulled her in close and kissed her tenderly good night. They mounted their horses and rode back to the stables.

Third flashback…

Gwyn found Aragorn and drew a deep breath. 'Father, Elrond has given me permission to attend the Council. I was wondering…if they decide to set out to destroy the Ring, and you go with the chosen Ringbearer, might I come along?'

Aragorn opened his mouth but Gwyn interjected. 'I know I could be of some help.'

'Gwyn, this isn't some kind of errand.'

'I know, but how many times have I begged to go with you? How many times have you told me that the road is no place for a child? Look at me! Do you see a child?'

'No, but you're certainly acting like one. No grown woman would be as foolish as to argue like this!'

Gwyn stared at him. 'If I were a son, you'd take me with you,' she said disbelievingly. 'I tell you, I'm as good as a son!'

'No, Gwyn. There'll be another time to gain glory, I promise,' Aragorn said wearily.

'That's what you think? That I'm begging for the chance to gain glory as the daughter of an absent king?'

'That's enough! You watch your tongue!'

'What right have you to chide me?' Gwyn retorted. 'Where were you when I was learning speech? I'll speak to you any way I please!'

'Not why I'm still your father you won't. No, Gwyn, you will stay here, where you belong.'

'Where I belong? Tending horses and making arrows? Then I am chattel?'

'No,' Aragorn responded. 'You are my daughter.'

'You do not know me, sir,' Gwyn said. She turned on her heel and stormed from the room gracefully.

Fourth flashback…

'I hate you!' Gwyn cried.

Aragorn's eyes filled with sadness. 'If that is the case, then I trust that you no longer accept my protection.'

'No, I don't,' Gwyn snapped stubbornly.

Aragorn nodded slowly. 'Beyest lin (According to your wish),' he said and exited her room.

As soon as Aragorn shut the door behind him, tears escaped from Gwyn's blue eyes. Not tears of remorse for what she had said, but angry, frustrated tears.

'Well,' she heard from outside. 'She is back to normal.'

Fifth flashback…

'Father, sing me a pretty lullaby,' a six-year-old Gwyn mumbled sleepily. They had just retuned from a long day of horseback-riding. Gwyn had begged her father to carry her back to her bed. Aragorn seemed to think a moment before singing softly, 'Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien. Sinome maruvan ar Hildinyar tenn' Ambar metta…'

'Sing it again, Father,' she mumbled more sleepily than before. 'It's pretty.'

Aragorn smiled gently and sang it again, Gwyn falling asleep to his soft, deep voice.

Sixth flashback…

Bright, white light…laughter and giggles…a woman and a man…the Evenstar, gently dangling above her…a woman approaching, surrounded in ethereal white light…

End of flashbacks…

'Gwyn, Gwyn!'

Gwyn came out of her trance with a start. 'What?' she said.

'We've been talking to you for three minutes!' Merry said, exasperated.

Gwyn smiled softly and apologetically. 'I am sorry,' she said. 'I was just daydreaming.'

'About what?' Pippin asked curiously.

'My childhood,' she answered simply.

The two hobbits looked interested, and sat down before her. 'What was it like?' Pippin questioned.

Gwyn sighed, a faraway look in her eyes. 'Well,' she began. 'There were fewer arguments between my father and me. My childhood was carefree, except for the fact that I never knew my mother.'

'What happened to her?' Merry asked softly.

'She died in childbirth,' Gwyn answered quietly.

'I'm sorry,' both of the hobbits said.

Gwyn shook her head. 'It is no fault of yours,' she comforted them. 'I had someone whom I have grown to love as a mother. She has been kind to me all my life.'

'Who?' Pippin asked.

Gwyn laughed gently. Were all hobbits such inquisitive creatures? 'You have met her,' she said. 'She is the elf who rescued Frodo from Weathertop—Arwen.'

'Oooh,' the hobbits said, their eyes widening.

'The sweet years were short,' Gwyn said. 'After that, everything was tense, and not worth telling. Tell me about you and your families.'

At this, the hobbits became very excited. Immediately, they began talking about their fathers, grandfathers, their second cousins twice removed on their mother's side, Old Toby, and everything that was hobbit-ish. She listened to their tales until dark with a soft and gentle smile on her lips.

A deep and dangerous groan came from the forest. Gwyn looked up, worried. 'Merry, Pippin,' she said nervously. 'I think we should get back to the Entmoot…it's very dark out, and there are many dangers in the forest.'

Merry and Pippin nodded, and they made their way back to the rock. It seemed that they had perfect timing, for they arrived back just as the Ents wrapped up a discussion. Treebeard turned around. 'We have just agreed,' he said. He waited.

'Yes?' Merry asked, after nearly a minute.

Treebeard started, and continued. 'I have told your names to the Entmoot, and we have agreed that you are not orcs.' He smiled.

The trio stared. Was that all that they had talked about? Pippin broke the silence. 'Well that's good news,' he said lightly.

Merry seemed impatient. 'And what about Saruman?' he asked. 'Have you come to a decision about him?'

Treebeard waved him off. 'Now, don't be hasty, Master Meriadoc.'

'Hasty?' Merry asked, trying not to shout. 'Our friends are out there! They need our help! They cannot fight this war on their own!'

'War, yes,' Treebeard said. 'It affects us all. But you must understand, young hobbit, it takes a long time to say anything in old Entish. And we never say anything unless it is worth taking a long time to say.'

They all sighed, frustrated, as the old Ent turned back to the meeting and began talking again. Merry, Pippin, and Gwyn sat down on the grass to wait.

Hours later…

Treebeard finally turned back to talk to them again. 'The Ents cannot hold back this storm,' he said. 'We must weather such things as we have always done.'

'How can that be your decision?' Merry cried, infuriated.

'This is not our war,' Treebeard answered.

'But you're part of this world!' Gwyn interjected, tears forming in her eyes as she glanced around at the other Ents. 'Aren't you? You must help! Please! You must do something.'

'You are young and brave, Lady Gwyn,' Treebeard said, 'but your part in this tale is over. Go back to your home.'

Gwyn stormed off angrily.

Half an hour later…

Gwyn put her hand on Merry's shoulder as he put his jacket back on, seeming ready to cry. Pippin was also trying to comfort him. 'Maybe Treebeard's right. We don't belong here, Merry. Gwyn does, but we don't. It's too big for us. What can we do in the end?' he asked. 'We've got the Shire. Maybe we should go home.'

'The fires of Isengard will spread,' Merry said lifelessly. 'And the woods of Tookborough and Buckland will burn. And…and all that was once great and good in this world will be gone. There won't be a Shire, Pippin.'

Tears filled Gwyn's eyes at this revelation. These simple hobbits would be deprived of their beautiful green homeland…just because of the wizard traitor! 'It will be alright,' she said quietly. 'All will be well. We must not lose faith in the others.'

Merry and Pippin looked at her with forced brave looks. 'Come,' she said. 'Treebeard wants to leave soon.' They nodded, and went to find Treebeard.

'I will leave you at the western borders of the forest,' Treebeard told them as he carried them through the woods. 'You can make your way north to your homeland from there.'

The hobbits exchanged gloomy looks, but Gwyn looked defiant. She wasn't going to stand for this! So what if Treebeard was going to leave them at the edge of the forest? That didn't mean she was going to go home. They had come too far to turn back now…no, she would take the hobbits, and they would go after the others. It seemed, however, that that would not be necessary. Pippin spoke up suddenly. 'Wait!' he cried. 'Stop! Stop!'

The Ent stopped.

'Turn around! Turn around, take us south!'

'South?' Treebeard gasped. 'But that would…lead you past Isengard!'

Pippin smiled widely. 'Yes, exactly,' he said. 'If we go south we can slip past Saruman unnoticed. The closer we are to danger, the further we are from harm. It's the last thing he'll expect.'

'Hmm,' said Treebeard thoughtfully. 'Well, that doesn't make sense to me, but then, perhaps you are right. South it is then.' He turned around and began to take long, Entish strides.

'Are you mad?' Merry asked incredulously. 'We'll be caught!'

'No, we won't,' Pippin said, grasping a tree branch. 'Not this time.'

'Pippin's right, Merry,' Gwyn said. 'He has the right idea.'

Merry still looked dubious.

At last they came to the border of Fangorn, with Isengard in the close distance. As they emerged from the trees, Treebeard was telling them, '…a little family of field mice that climb up sometimes and they tickle me awfully. Always trying to get somewhere were they—' He broke off suddenly. 'Oh!' he said, looking around with wide eyes.

The sight was devastating. Trees that had once stood tall had been hacked or burned down, nothing living was in view. Gwyn, who had always felt at peace and one with the forest, was hit nearly as hard as Treebeard.

'Many of these trees were my friends,' Treebeard said, disbelief in his voice. 'Creatures I had known from nut and acorn.'

'I'm sorry, Treebeard,' Gwyn said, her voice cracking.

'They had voices of their own,' he continued, then suddenly became very angry; his voice grew very powerful. 'Saruman!' he exclaimed, his gaze resting on the tower of Orthanc. 'A wizard should know better!' He let out a long, angry, painful howl that pierced the silence. 'There is no curse in Elvish, Entish, or the tongues of men for this treachery!'

'Look at the trees!' Pippin said suddenly. 'They're moving!'

Indeed, what had seemed like a stationary forest before was now swaying, and loud, thumping noises were issuing from the green.

'Where are they going?' Merry asked.

'They have business with the orcs,' Treebeard answered. 'But MY business is with Isengard tonight. With rock and stone.'

The trio turned to see many, many Ents coming out of the forest behind them. 'Yes!' Merry exclaimed quietly.

'Hu room!' Treebeard cried. 'Come, my friends! The Ents are going to war! It is likely that we go to our doom…Last march of the Ents!'

Merry, Pippin, and Gwyn looked at each other, their faces shining with excitement and anticipation. The Ents strode down all the way to borders of Isengard, over the walls surrounding it, breaking them down as they went. The Ents purged the city, killing all the orcs and tearing down great wheels, and threw then in the caverns.

The hobbits helped out by using the stones that Gwyn gathered for them, throwing them at the orcs. As Pippin and Merry had told Gwyn while they were waiting during the Entmoot, hobbits were renowned for their exceptional ability to throw stones and hit accurately.

Some Ents had made their way to a large dam blocking the river Isen from flowing. 'Break the dam!' Treebeard ordered. 'Release the river.'

The Ents tore off the support beams, and water came gushing out, drowning all the orcs in its path, and collapsing the machines.

'Merry! Pippin! Hold on!' Gwyn shouted as the powerful flow of water approached them. The hobbits clung to the tree branches, apprehensive of the imminent force. The Ents planted their feet in the ground, preparing for the hit. The actual hit was not as bad as they had expected, but it did considerable damage to Saruman's machines, washing them all into the deep caverns.

'Ugh,' Gwyn said, as they waded (she nearly knee deep, the hobbits waist deep) in the dirty water. 'He doesn't look too happy, does he?' she asked, gesturing to Saruman, up on his balcony, who was staring in disbelief over the ruins of Isengard.

'Not too happy at all, Gwyn,' Pippin answered cheerfully.

'Still,' Merry jumped in, 'I suppose the view would be quite nice from up there.'

'Oh, yes,' said Pippin, seriously this time. 'A quality establishment. I hear the staff are very good.'

Gwyn chuckled a little, but had to hold back a full laugh when Merry nonchalantly measured his height to Pippin's, as his back was turned. Pippin turned around suddenly, and Merry pretended to be taking something out of his curly hair.

'What are you doing?' Pippin asked suspiciously.

'Nothing,' Merry said quickly. 'The world's back to normal, that's all.'

'No it isn't,' Pippin said sadly. 'I'm starving.'

At this, Gwyn let loose her laugh.

'Well, good luck trying to find something decent around here,' Merry said, looking around. 'Probably only dead rats and moldy bread.'

Merry and Gwyn turned around, and saw Pippin holding up and apple…smiling widely. They themselves turned. Apples were floating everywhere. Pippin dropped all the apples he was holding when he saw a roast chicken…then a big basket of apples. The hobbits were wearing smiles of immense delight as they found a storeroom filled with food.

'Saruman's storeroom!' Merry exclaimed jubilantly.

'I don't believe it,' Pippin whispered, staring at two large barrels.

'It can't be.'

'It is.'

'What is?' Gwyn asked, clearly oblivious to what they were talking about. The hobbits opened a barrel.

'Longbottom Leaf,' Merry explained to Gwyn, taking a deep whiff of the contents. 'The finest pipe-weed in the South Farthing.'

'Want some?' Merry asked generously.

'No,' Gwyn replied, laughing. 'You take it. I don't smoke.'

'Then it's perfect,' said Pippin happily, handing a barrel to Merry. 'One barrel each.' He picked up the second one. 'Wait,' he said worriedly. 'Do you think we should share it with Treebeard?'

'Share it?' Merry tried not to yelp. 'No. No, dead plant and all that. Don't think he'd understand…could be a distant relative.'

Gwyn laughed. 'Aw, poor Treebeard,' she thought.

'I get it!' Pippin said, tapping his nose. 'Don't be hasty.'

Don't be hasty, Gwyn thought, an image of her father passing through her mind. She began to think, her ears distantly hearing the hobbits poking fun. She hoped she would see her father again soon…. No! Not her father, what was she thinking? She shook her head to clear it. The one she truly wanted to see again was Legolas. She smiled sadly as she remembered their time in Lothlorien.

Suddenly, Treebeard poked his head in and the hobbits quickly hid their pipes. 'The other Ents and myself are going up to the north side to get a clean drink of water.'

'I will come with you,' Gwyn said.

Treebeard and nodded, picking Gwyn up and setting her on his branches. He took her, with many Ents following, up to the river, set her down, and began to converse with the Ents. Gwyn pulled off her traveling boots, sat down on the bank and dipped her feet in the cool water. She bent over and looked at her reflection. Her now long and curly hair framed her slightly dirty face, but her eyes still shone bright. She cupped her hands and scooped up some water, splashing it on her face, and drying it on her sleeve. Gwyn started when she felt something nuzzle against her shoulder. 'Beauty!' she exclaimed, jumping up and embracing her beautiful black horse. Beauty whinnied and nuzzled against her shoulder.

Several days had passed, and each day, Gwyn went up with the Ents to the river while the hobbits ate, smoked, and drank. She was just splashing her face again (Beauty near her) when Gandalf rode up, accompanied by a kingly looking man, both of them riding white horses. 'Hello, Gwyn!' Gandalf greeted her.

'Gandalf,' Gwyn returned, bowing slightly. 'May I inquire who your companion is?'

'This is Théoden, King of Rohan,' Gandalf answered.

Gwyn made a lower bow to the King. 'It is a pleasure to meet you, my lord,' she said.

'The pleasure is mine also,' said Théoden kindly.

Gwyn turned again to Gandalf. 'Gandalf,' she said. 'Were you able to find my father and the others?'

Gandalf smiled. 'Yes, I was successful,' he said. 'In fact, they are all down at the tower waiting for your arrival.'

Gwyn's eyes lit up. 'Thank you,' she said, and began to mount her horse, but remembered her manners in time. 'King Théoden,' she said, respectfully nodding her head. Then she jumped up on her black horse and took off.

A/N: There ya guyz go! Hey, I have a special request for all of my reviewers…:hopeful look:…I have an account of and I was wondering if ya'll could check out my two stories on there (one story, one poem). My name on there is GwynUndomiel. Thx, guyz, ur great!