1Chapter three, Witch.

They couldn't believe their eyes when they saw that he was, actually, a more or less young woman who possessed an extraordinary face, unlike women in Gondor, or Bree, she had the distinctive features of a stranger. Her skin wasn't as pale as Gondorian's, but it wasn't dark either. She was not too tall, but she was taller than women in Bree. Her hair was long and pale gold, just as it was in Rohan, but not a single curl graced her head.

"I thought she was a he..." confessed Pippin.

"Aye, me too," agreed Gimly, taking a closer look at her face, still not sure of what his eyes saw.

"Well, woman or man, we have to take care of him...her, until she's able to walk again," Aragorn said, putting some Athelas in boiling water, healing with this her wounds. The rest of the fellowship stood close, astounded. Not many women left their homes those dark days.

"This should heal soon," muttered Aragorn, once he had ended, turning to his companions, "we shall rest here tonight."

Once they were settled for the night, midnight was close, Lothlorien was only a week ahead, which brought some relief, however it was broken, every time wolves howled. Aragorn mounted guard that night, wrapping himself with his cape, he sat, pipe in hand, against an old rugged tree, and squinted his eyes in thought. Frodo laid awake, curled up beside Sam, Merry and Pippin. Gimly soon after laying on the ground was snoring like a well bread boar. Boromir sat down arms crossed and, against a tall rock fall asleep. Legolas took a place beside the strange woman. He laid there facing her, eyes wide open, lost in elvish dreams.

"Isn't it wonderful? Open you eyes!"

She opened her eyes and woke up from a dream, she had already forgotten. She tried to remember it, but was useless. The only thing she could recall was that she was in a warm place, surrounded by white marble, and she that she felt happiness beyond belief. She remembered a voice, although she couldn't recognise it. It was a man's voice, but his voice wasn't of any man that she knew back in Angmar or in the ice bay of Forochel, were her uncle the lord of the icy bay lived. She then thought, that maybe this was a lost memory she had from her own dead father's voice. 'Oh papa, mama how I miss you,' she thought, ' Damn you men of Gondor! Damn you Rohirrims!'

Her sudden outburst of inner rage, made her realise she had no idea of what had happened to her after she was taken by the orcs, and even less idea of or where she was. Making an effort, she vaguely remembered the snow, and the mines, and then, as a light inside her head, she saw faces. An old man with long beard, giving her something she drank, a strong man carrying her away, a little creature, resembling a child, crying. The essential question about her location, however, was still unanswered. To her, it felt like standing in the mist, not knowing where exactly she stood, not knowing where she could find a cliff and fall. Closing her eyes, and hugging herself she cried in an anguished voice, "where am I?"

"Somewhere between Moria and Lothlorien," a sweet voice replied.

She turn to a side, and saw an elf. Her eyes were then wide open, as she looked at him, shocked, even more disoriented than before.

"It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you," assured the elf.

"Who are you?" she barked, "what am I doing here?"

"Calm down," he urged softly as he could, trying to decrease the sense of threat the young woman felt.

Boromir was awakened by the woman's yells, and jumped into his feet, running towards Legolas. The screams also brought Aragorn to were they where, who just as Boromir had his sword out and ready to be used. The woman, quickly backed up against some small bushes, looking like a cat caught between two fierce dogs, her eyes big and threatening, her body ready to attack.

Legolas looked at both men, and motioned them to lower their weapons."I'm Legolas from Mirkwood," he introduced himself, "I will now want to hear you name, please."

She nodded. "My name? Well, I say I want to hear their names, first, " she demanded pointing at Aragorn and Boromir.

Seeing that the woman would not reveal her name until the others did, Legolas proceeded, saying, "This, is Aragorn, son of Arathorn," he indicated, and Aragorn bowed. "And this is Boromir, son of Denethor" Boromir reluctantly bowed too.

She glared at them, coldly, as if analysing them, studying their faces to make sure she was not in the presence of enemies, and then sighted. "My name is Nimloth."

"And what could be this beautiful lady's title? You must, surely have one," said Pippin walking towards them from behind the bushes, were he was hidden listening to the conversation.

The four of them turned in surprise: the members of the fellowship chuckled at the eavesdropping visitor, already used to Pippin's mischievous behaviour. Nimloth, on the other hand, was shocked, looking with her eyes wide open at the halfling. She had never seen one, a Hobbit, she had only heard of them in folk stories, which were from a long time ago and almost forgotten.

"Yes, may I inquire, Nimloth daughter of...?" Boromir questioned.

She mumbled nervously. Trying to remember a common, friendly-sounding title, and smiling, said, "Well then, if you insist...my father lies six feet under the cold earth, as does my mother. However, I go about by the name of Nimloth...Took.." she lied, remembering that she had heard that surname somewhere.

Aragorn, Boromir and Legolas looked at themselves, confused. Pippin on the other hand looked dumbfounded, but happy, and looking at her, from head to toes, said, "Took?...we are family? But you are quite tall to be a Hobbit..."

There was a long and cold silence, in which Nimloth could feel the stranger's eyes on her, like daggers. She smiled sheepishly, not quite sure of what to do.

" So, lady Nimloth," Boromir broke the silence, "confess."

Nimloth recognized her defeat, and whispered, "Tindomul."

" The twilight son," Aragorn stated, "tell me, for how long has the people of Angmar survived?"

Nimloth stared at Aragorn terrified, and was only able to stammer nonsensical phrases that seemed to sprout out from her mouth, she being unable to control it. Her eyes immediately became moist. She was a coward, she thought to herself with bitterness.

"I thought the realm of Angmar was lost and extinguished," Legolas mussed.

"Yes, lost," Nimloth said, rubbing her eyes, " but not quite extinguished, yet."

"Angmar! The realm of the witch-king!" exclaimed Boromir, "I'm certain the great Gondor defeated it long time ago."

"The great Gondor?" Nimloth choked angrily, "your great Gondor did nothing but cruelly kill my people. And I'm certain, your great Gondor never thought of innocent people, who were under the witch-king's power and weren't evil. I should die before I call Gondor a great country."

"Oh, and Angmar is an innocent and peaceful land isn't it? And people were so weak they couldn't fight for themselves, for what they did believe on? For their freedom? If they had wanted it, they would have," Boromir debated.

"You shouldn't talk about what you don't know, man of Gondor," she hissed.

"I know enough to say that Angmar, was and is, an evil land, and that Angmarians are evil witches and warlocks."

"You are deathly mistaken, I'm afraid. How great are Gondorians, if they cannot talk but of the past? What about the present? You talk as if you had infinite knowledge, man of Gondor, and talk about greatness, when you yourself don't show any sign that proves it."

"How rude you are. Do you have any idea of whom you're talking to?" Boromir hollered., "how do you dare to talk to me, Boromir son of Denethor, steward of Gondor, like this, you are the most disrespectful maiden I've ever known...and how dare you-"

"Then, how you dare to speak to me, Nimloth Tindomul, princess of the realm of Angmar, like that. You are the most disrespectful man I have ever known," she said mockingly.

Boromir frowned, and looked at her despitefully. "I don't owe you respect, witch," he growled, lying down were he was sleeping before, turning around giving them his back, and shutting his eyes tightly.

"Nah, don't listen to him," advised Pippin, "he's bitter."

Aragorn, Legolas and Nimloth stayed awake, while Pippin was sent to sleep. Nimloth told them her quest, but they didn't.

A/N: did you liked it? I really hopped you did... today (February 15) is my birthday!!! So PLEASE review...or give me a present...you decide.

Note 2 (2007): I'm currently re -writing, and fixing, oh my...Kinda embarrassing...blushes