Kendra set off into the woods. Aragorn had also gone off on his own. Legolas and Gimli had taken Sam while Merry and Pippin went off together. She walked quietly through the silent woods. The first thing she noticed was that there was no bird song. It was like all the creatures had fled from whatever had given her this cold feeling. Hopefully she would find her two missing companions before whatever was here revealed itself.

A cold wind seemed to blow through the forest, freezing Kendra to the bone. It wasn't a normal cold. It was the cold of evil, a kind of cold that she had felt once before. It had been on a warm night of patrolling. Both she and her brother had felt it, even though he had no magical talent. She later found out what had exactly caused it. Three Summoners had gathered and had summoned a figure that was dressed in all black, with armor that ground together as it walked. It seemed to suck all the warmness and happiness out of a person before taking its life. It stood there, in the middle of the street, with the bodies of its numerous victims scattered around it. They tried every attack on the creature until Kendra had drawn in her power and shot a ball of flame at it. She fell into black oblivion just as it finished burning to the ground.

'It couldn't be that again, could it?' she wondered, as she started moving in the direction that she felt the chill coming from.

Suddenly, a cry of battle rang out. Roars of some large creature were heard.

And then she heard, "Elendil!"

'Aragorn!' she thought and took off running.

Kendra raced through the woods, jumping stumps and fallen logs. A sudden sense of urgency had flooded her system. There was a battle going on ahead that, if they all fell, would truly determine the fate of this world.

Kendra dropped just as a sword swung at her. She pulled one of her knives and stabbed backwards. A howl of pain greeted her as she pulled her knife out of the flesh of some creature that was truly out of a nightmare. She picked up its sword and swung clumsily, catching it in the chest. More of these creatures poured out of the surrounding woods.

'There is no way I am fighting this many creatures with just my knives.'

She let her eyes go silver. One of the bigger, of these already big creatures, came at her. Kendra turned, her face carved seemingly out of stone, and leveled her hand at him. A bolt of lightning hit the sword and made the creature roar in pain as the lightning raced through its body. The rest of the creatures stopped and stared as their companion hit the forest floor. She turned, and pulled her hand to deliver another bolt of lightning. The creatures stepped back before charging at her again. This time, several lightning bolts hit around the forest, each taking out a creature. This stopped the creatures this time. They stepped back and then ran into the woods.

Kendra looked around her, before continuing on to her original destination. But she stopped when the sound of a horn rang through the woods. Once, twice, three times.

'Boromir's horn.'