The three boats were paddled over to the far riverbank. All three were grounded before the Fellowship got out. Bags were handed out, and they were only handed out if they had important things in them. An hour passed and they soon had a small fire going. Aragorn was still bringing wood while the others had laid out the beds. It was obvious that they were going to nap before moving on. Kendra had gotten up on one of the stone stairs that was over the water. She sat there, looking out at the calm lake. You could barely hear the waterfall from here. But she could hear Aragorn behind her.
"We'll cross the lake at nightfall, hide the boats, and continue on foot."
Gimli, of course, had objections to this, which he voiced loudly. Kendra stopped listening at this point. She was thinking. Galadriel had told her that the paths would reveal themselves. What could she have meant by that? What kind of paths would be revealed? And how would she know the right one? All she wanted to do was get home.
"There is a dark presence...Something's here," she heard Legolas say softly.
She didn't turn around to see who he was speaking to. What worried her more was the cold, sinking feeling that had suddenly settled on her. Something was wrong.
"Where's Frodo?" Merry suddenly asked.
Everyone turned, looking for the missing Hobbit. It didn't take too long to notice that someone else was missing. Boromir.