A/N: I got reviews!!!! YEAH!!!! Finally! Oh, the story will split up in two from here: one chapter will tell what happened in Angmar after Nimloth left, and the next will tell what is happening with Merry, Pippin and Nimloth. I've got really bad news...my computer screwed up! It doesn't work, I think is my fault...nah! is my brother's fault...or maybe both, but the point is that in the computer I had the story! But don't worry my darlings...I got the story back, so I'll be able to keep writing, when my dad's not home, cause I'm using his computer ,and I shouldn't...I'm such a bad girl!. The bad news is that in the other computer, I had the pictures...and the scanner is from my cousin...so till I can scan the pictures again, or get back my old, and lovely Eugene (I named my computer lol!) back I won't be able to e-mail you , my wonderful readers, the pics...sniff, sniff... oh ok, the story!!!

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Chapter nine, Of death and fire.

Draug-rog's POV

The fire spread all through the western wing. Orcs were each time more and more. The winged creature fled above the dead ones. Suddenly , a loud sound was heard, it seemed the creature made it. The orcs turned around and snarled violently. The made their way out quickly and nosily.

After some hours we managed to extinguish the fire.

Many lives had been lost, and when I made my way to the basement, where the women and children were, I faced the gravity of the situation, the people weren't happy. The women wiped over the life of their husbands and young sons. The little children cried, not understanding what was happening, asking for their fathers. Although I had thought that they would be safe in the basement, I was wrong. I couldn't believe it, my eyes saw it but I wouldn't believe it, there were tons of maidens and small kids lying on the floor, cold, some were just there, lying , but other had been smashed by big rocks. I couldn't believe it, I felt sad, but this was the way that things were. This is the way that war goes. I had to look calm and brave for my people.

They looked at me, to make things right, to comfort them in this moment of grief, but I wasn't good at this things. I was the warrior, the strong cold hearted warrior. Nimloth took care of this kind of things, she whispered words of hope to our people. I didn't knew what to say. Luckily for me, Mororn came in. Her green eyes were red for crying over the death of her grandmother, who had took care of her since her father left for Forochel and even after her mother's death. It was her who had taught Mororn all she knew about spell casting, and she had taught Nimloth too.

Mororn sat by a crying woman, and put a hand over her shoulder muttering words in her ear. The woman stopped crying, and smiled vaguely. Mororn smiled back and stood up next to me.

"I'm very sorry for your lost Mororn," I said.

"Thank you," she uttered looking at the floor.

We kept on going, she comforted everyone who needed comforting, I just smiled at people, suddenly remembering my own grief: I thought about Nimloth who we had left many hours ago, I wondered if she still lived...if she did, she was probably near the woods of Lothlorien. I just hoped that I would see her again.

Moron's POV

I went into a little chamber. There it was my grandmother, lying cold as stone on a bed. I cried silently next to her, holding her hand. I wasn't there when she died. I wasn't there to feel her last breath. I cursed. I cursed over the witch-king, and over everything in Angmar. I wished me and my grandmother had left to Forochel when we had the chance.

I went down to the basement. I saw many crying faces and comforted many sad souls, but no sad face or worried eyes impressed me more than Draug-rog's. He was holding back his grief and tears, I could tell, for I know him, I knew he was not thinking about the war and dead, at least I knew that that wasn't the only thought filling his mind. He was thinking of his sister. He probably would deny it if I asked him, for he is too manly to admit he misses her. I don't blame him, she is the only family he has, and he loves her. He was worried sick about her fate, his eyes told me.

We kept on walking, and we found Thalion sitting on the floor next to other soldiers. His face light up when he saw we were coming, he probably thought that Nimloth was with us too. No

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Thalion stood up, went towards Draug-rog and gave him a hug. They were best friends, since young age when ranges barely mattered. Thalion was Angmarian , but his family had escaped to Forochel during the dark ages (as Angmarians called the times when they were forced to leave.). He had spent his childhood in that frost-biting land together with Draug-rog and his sister.

Ever since Thalion was little, he had had uncertain and small feelings for Nimloth. Nimloth and him were best friends. They were so close that they were probably in love, but as children are innocent they took this as friendship only. With time things changed brusquely. Nimloth became more of a lady , and had different interests. She forgot her best friend, and took him only as a friend, but Thalion's mind thought differently. As he grew older, his feelings towards her increased. He fell in love with her. He told her, thinking that she would return his feelings, but apparently the gods of love were not on his side and young Nimloth was more than distressed. She loved him, but as a friend. She would never think of him as a betrothed. She rejected him, and a gap grew between them. They only spoke to each other if it was necessary. Thalion often looked for her, to talk and try again, but all his efforts were useless.

Thalion's POV

I hugged Draug-rog, my friend, my brother. I bowed at the sight of lady Mororn. I was hopping to see Nimloth there and hug her too, but she wasn't anywhere to be seen. My hearth turned cold, as I jumped to conclusions. I know my face turned pale, and my eyes were wide open.

"Where's...where's Nimloth ?" I asked slowly. Tears began running through Mororn's face. I lowered my face. Nimloth was dead, my Nimloth was dead.

" Don't let Mororn's tears confuse you Thalion," Draug-rog interjected. I raised my face looking at him puzzled. "For Nimloth is not dead." A wide smile went from side to side of my face. My heart warmed up, and my face light up.

"Where is she then??" I demanded exited. "Is she hurt? I must go to see her! Please tell me where she lies, cause I can't stand another moment without seeing her face!" I said with glee. I couldn't control myself, I was so happy she was still breathing.

"I let her go," mumbled Draug-rog. My face went pale again. "I told her to take the gem out of here, and to safe her life for us."

"You let her go!!" I barked annoyed. "How could you?!"

"Listen to me Thalion!" he snapped, he was quite annoyed, so I shut up immediately. "If she had stayed, the witch-king would have taken her away, and killed her. Now , what do you prefer my friend? To see that your loved-one is not here to be seen or to see her in the hand of the witch-king covered in blood?" he asked me coldly.

"I'm sorry," I muttered and with this I took off and left the grief-room.

A/n: ok , this wasn't a so boring chappy, was it?? I'll try to make it have more action/romance/suspense and all that kinda things. Ok please forgive me for any spelling mistakes...you know beauty and intelligence don't go together...so I'm ,like, doing, like, my best! (ahem!) and also forgive me if updating takes me to long, know that Eugene is gone sob I'll have to keep on using, illegally , my dad's computer...unless I convince him to let me use it...I'll try!, so wish me luck!! REMEMBER....REVIEW; REVIEW;REVIEW!!! Do you keep wondering what the button at the bottom of the page does????