Clangs sounded in deep caverns and chasms at Isengard. High above the clamor, a moth fluttered toward Orthanc. As it passed over the obsidian tower, Andyalf gently captured it in his hand. He whispered to it and sent it on its mission. Meanwhile, far below dorcs fashioned weapons and armor and dug sacs out of the mud. One of the sacs burst open and a hulking monster grabbed a dorc by the neck, squeezing until it died. Puffkinman looked on in approval.

…

They stopped in a clearing with large stone statues.

"Look, Rosie," Wil said in an attempt to lighten the mood. "It's Mr. Bilbo's trolls!"

"Trolls?" Merry looked up.

"That's what I said."

Aragorn drew Wil aside.

"Kingsfoil," he said urgently, and turned into the woods, apparently looking for some.

…

Aragorn spotted a weed, and knelt to cut it. Suddenly, the tip of a sword rested under his chin.

"What's this?" came a voice. "A ranger caught off his guard?"

…

Rosie, her eyes clouded over, gasped for breath. A whispering voice floated on the breeze. The hobbit looked over through the haze and saw a young elf, her brown hair cut short. Her right eye was green and her left blue, but both were pale. The elvish words comforted Rosie.

…

"She's turning into a wraith." Megwen said. "She's fading; she won't last."

Aragorn grunted and pushed some kingsfoil into the wound. Rosie gasped in pain.

"We have to get her to my father," the elf continued. Aragorn obediently carried Rosie to Megwen's horse.

"Stay," Aragorn told her.

"I don't think so. I'm a better rider, and I can protect her if I get across the river. Besides, no one but me rides Raumo Liltar."

He shrugged and reached for her hand, but she pulled back.

"Six inches!" she admonished.

He glared at her, then shrugged again and said, "Ride hard."

Megwen mounted Raumo Liltar and rode into the dark.

After several seconds, Wil added a dramatic flair.

"DUN, DUN, DUN!"

…

In the sudden daylight, Raumo Liltar trotted leisurely through the trees, even though the braying of donkeys could be heard not far away. Behind them, a nazgul shrieked as his steed plodded along. To their right, a steel hand reached toward them. The nazgul's donkey, however, was more interested in a patch of clover, and Megwen's horse pranced on by. One Nazgul raced past them, and flew off his donkey as it sat down abruptly. Three more astride the least stubborn of the beasts came behind them, inciting Raumo Liltar to break into a light canter. The river was in sight when a mounted nazgul planted itself suddenly in their path, causing that freaky-scary music to play. (think Finding Nemo, when Darla opens the door and the picture falls down)

"No! Not the fweep-fweep music!!" Megwen cried. Raumo Liltar, not bothered by the fweep-fweep music, detoured around the nazgul and made his way calmly into the river. After some time all nine riders had gathered on the bank.

"Give up the Halfling, fly-girl!" the dark king hissed.

Megwen drew her sword.

"If you want her, come and claim her!" she challenged.

The nine drew their own swords but the donkeys did not want to go into the water. Some sat, some stooped for a drink, and some just stood there. Finally, the nazgul dismounted and piled into the river. Megwen uttered some cool sounding elvish words, and the river surged around the nine, washing them away.

Then Rosie lost consciousness.

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For those who want to know, Raumo Liltar is roughly translated, "thunder dancer"