Sean Malloy-1, Don't worry about the good guys, they won't die...yet...or not at all...haha just kidding. Glad you still like it!

piratedragon, Legolas and Lara together, yes well indeed there is some tension between them but who knows!! Thnx for the review!

Mystique1515, Oh don't worry I will continue writing this, untill the bitter end!

Hope you didn't had to wait to long for this chapter, I really am trying to update as soon as I can, now enjoy the next chappie!

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With Aragon on her left side and Legolas on her right Lara waited for the storm of orcs that was coming closer. For a moment Lara glanced over her shoulder and saw Gandalf standing with his back towards her. He was watching their backs, apparently expecting orcs from behind them as well. She looked back, suddenly startled of what she saw in front of her. An entire swarm of orcs was in sight. Shivers went down her spine, there were so many and only four of them. Quickly Lara shakes of her thoughts and gained all her courage as the first orc came right at her.

She could smell his terrible breath as he let out a warrior's shout, his sword moved up ready to strike. But Lara was one step ahead of him and smashed her sword through his neck leaving him headless. Another one followed, she saw him coming from the corner of her eye. She ducked to prevent the sword from cutting of her head and tackled him at the same time. The orc fell down and immediately Lara pressed the blade right in its heart, well if these things have one that is. Suddenly something hard connected with her back causing Lara to fall down, her hands and knees grudging into the rocky surface to catch her fall, she turned her head to see the orc already had his sword ready to strike. It stopped an inch from her face and the orc dropped down almost falling on top of Lara. She looked up and saw Gandalf standing in front of her. They nodded at each other for a bright moment, knowing there was not enough time to say thanks, that would have to come after the ambush.

The swarm of orcs didn't seem to slink. It seemed that for every orc they killed three more showed up. They were outnumbered and all they were doing was postponing their dead. Any impossible idea of escaping from the orcs was welcome. Only no one had time to think, they were too busy fighting. But something had to change in their advantage and it looked like it was Gandalf who took the risk of trying.

"Legolas!" Gandalf said while he slaughtered another orc and waited till his eyes met those of Legolas. "I'm calling the light of the elves."

Legolas knew the intensions of the white wizard. It was a great risk he was taking that might be fatal for Gandalf. But Legolas knew just as well that it was the only way to a possible escape. He turned to Aragon and noticed he had already heard Gandalf's plans. Gandalf had already started with the spell and it was up to Legolas and Aragon to prevent the orcs from attacking the wizard. Only Lara had to be warned of the forth coming actions, she was still fighting as hard as she could and had no idea what was happening behind her.

"Lara! Close you're eyes and ears, now!"

What was Legolas mumbling about? She turned around and saw Gandalf preparing a spell. He was saying words in a language she didn't understand. What she did understand was that what Gandalf was about to do was dangerous. Fortunately for her when a burst of light came from the staff Lara dropped herself on the ground closing her eyes and covering her ears, just so that an orc who attacked her from behind missed her and couldn't evade Gandalf's attack and neither could the other orcs.

Even though she had her hands covering her ears Lara could still hear a terrible sound. It hurt like hell and she tried to press her hands harder against her ears. It didn't help and soon she lost connection with reality and fell into darkness.

Lara…Lara…I see everything…I hear everything…I know everything…

Bring me my ring Lara…there is nowhere to hide…

An eye circled by flames came closer, with every inch it came closer it felt like her heart was bouncing from her chest. She wanted to move away from it but her eyes could not turn away and seemed to be glued to the eye.

Yes Lara…come to me…come to the dark lord and serve him forever…

A laughing sound echoed through her ears, followed by words she could not understand. But those words pulled her closer to the eye. She could already feel the warmt of the flames.

I see...everything...I see you...

A yelp left her mouth as lara was brought back to reality and found herself leaning in Aragon's arms. Her body was covered with sweat and she could feel her heart bumping against her chest.

"It's alright lara, it's over...are you alright?"

The beautiful blue eyes of the strider landed straight at her brown eyes. She checked her surroundings and saw they were at the end of the tunnel. She and Aragon were alone, there was no sign of Gandalf and Legolas.

"What happened?" she asked while she pulled herself free from Aragon's arms and stood back on her feet.

"Gandalf had called the light of the elves, very dangerous and the elves themself have forbidden it, however Gandalf had no choice but to use it."

"Speaking of the man, where is he and where is Legolas."

"They are outside, ordering tickets for the train."

"How long have I been out?"

"Two hours. I woke you up when Sauron's eye found you."

"I'm glad you did, he was giving me some nasty nightmares."

"I can asure you that wasn't a nightmare."

"I'd rather you didn't say that."

Aragon laughed at her, giving Lara some time to look at him. He was good looking, except for that sloppy beard. Lara hates it when men don't shave. She looked further down and noticed a silver necklace around his neck. It was beautiful and must have a special value for him.

"Nice necklace."

Aragon looked down and moved his hand over the necklace. He placed it in his palm and pressed the necklace firmly in a fist.

"A gift from Arwen, my wife."

"Arwen? I remember reading about her, sacrificing her immortal live for you, now that's what I call true love, the person I thought I loved is completely different."

"Love can be a tough road to travel Lara."

"I've traveled the road more then once Aragon and it still has the same bumps and holes."

Their conversation war disturbed when Gandalf and Legolas walked back into the tunnel. Legolas was carrying the train tickets.

"The train leaves in an hour, we can rest till that time."

A broad smile pushed itself a way through the beard of the sorcerer as he looked for some support from the tunnel wall. Gandalf had lost a lot of strength from the attack he used on the orcs and could use the rest to regain his strength.

"We have to hurry once we're in France Gandalf." Aragon said as he joined the tired sorcerer. "The visions have already started to bother Lara."

The worried eyes of the three men almost peered through Lara's head. It seemed that they were more bothered with Lara's visions then Lara herself.

"You can stop worrying about me, my butler already does that enough times, I'll be fine."

She took a few paces forward to catch some of the fresh air that was blowing softly inside the tunnel. The sun was shining brightly, proving it was a beautiful summer day. A complete difference with what she's seen yesterday.

"You've got quite a temper my dear." Gandalf had left his spot from the wall and joined Lara to catch some fresh air as well. "It's never wrong to stop worrying about you're self and care for another."

Again he placed a pipe in his mouth. The smoke flew from his mouth and the pipe as Lara watched him inhaling a few times.

"It's not my temper, I just don't like it when people worry about me that way. Makes me feel uncomfortable."

"So was Frodo, he wished the ring never came to him and still he fought his way through the darkness. He was only a little Hobbit, who never had to deal with such heavy bourdons. You on the other hand are a strong woman. I'm sure that you had your own bourdons to carry in the past."

Lara eyed Gandalf, not quit sure what to think of his words and what he expects from her. "You must have had a wonderful bound with him, I can only hope we will go along just the same. Only with my temper I can't help thinking that will ever happen." She looked back and heard Gandalf laughing.

"Oh I like you already Lara, you're a strong sarcastic woman who loves to ball her fists against the smallest of evil. Only that is already enough for me to care for a person, even if the person can be a bit grumpy sometimes."

Gandalf's way of speaking caused Lara to laugh. Gandalf was a nice man and so were Legolas and Aragon. Three men who would give their lives to protect her, true friends and they only know each other for two or three days.

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Paris, France

The Parisian summer sun had started to set down and make place for the full moon. Mid city was getting busier by the minute. It was Saturday night and that means that the younger ones in Paris go out to the many bars and discos spread through the entire centre of Paris. However on the north side of the town there's a slum that the French call l'oeil foncé. No normal inhabitant wants to come there, no matter when its day or night. But it seemed that one man didn't care about the rumors spreading around about this place. In his tight tuxido he walked through the streets as if he owned them. A chique hat covered half of his sight, even so he knew exactly where he was going and could have walked this path with his eyes closed. Every seemingly person he passed watched him close, he paid no attention to them and continued walking to his destination.

The ticking sounds of his shoes stopped when he a sign with the word banque was in his sight. By the looks of the sign the bank hasn't been used for at least twenty years. Even so the man opened the door and walked inside. Inside it was abvious this had once been a bank. There were old safes but most had fallen apart and there were some counters that hadn't collapsed yet. The man looks up and hears the yelling of men and woman from the other side of the hall he was in. The yelling sounded like they were watching a tight soccer game or boxing contest. The man shrugged and removed his hat. He walked through the end of the hall and saw what caused these men and woman to yell this loud.

A human orc and a human were fighting, probably a bet. They both had cuts on their face and stomach. The croud around them mixed by humans and human orcs cheered and yelled with every punch there was given, waving around with their hands trying to imitate the moves the two fighters were making. Again the man shrugged but immediately made an end to the fight.

"Enough!"

The Australien accent sounded hard enough, a complete silence followed and the two fighters stopped immediately. All eyes were focused on the man now standing between the croud. The man looked angry, almost disapointed with their actions.

"What is the meaning of this, the woman escaped remember, that means we have to start looking for her again and now I come here to find out you are wasting my bloody time."

The man's eyes turned into a black burning collour, immediately the entire croud stumbled backwards afraid of what actions the man would make, fortunately for them this time nothing happened. He just backed away to exit the old bank and go back to his house. One of the men had the courage to move again and followed the Australien to the exit.

"Russel please wait"

The man turned around and looked upon an Afro Amarican, a tall and very muscled one. His voice was deep,sounding almost the same as the sound a robot would make if it talked.

"Speak Lucien before you start wasting my time."

"The rumor goes that the woman is heading to Paris, let me gather a small but good team and search the town."

Russel's dark eyes looked at those of Lucien. He saw courage but also fear. The fear was not a fear of failing, but Lucien the strongest after him feared Russel just as any other person. It was a good feeling for Russel, good to know that even Lucien fears him.

"Aproved."

Russel turned away once more and opened the heavy door to exit the bank. Once the door was closed Lucien finally managed to breath again. He already knew who to pick for the operation. It was important to do this right and capture the woman, Lucien didn't want to fail Russel. He had been disapointed once and Russel will find a second faillure unacceptable. That means heads will roll if the woman will escape once more, probably his.

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l'oeil foncé – the dark eye

Do you still like it? Do I have to adjust a few things? Please tell me what you think of the story so far!!

The next chapter will have a familair face, from a movie, I'll give you a hint, he hunts evil and anything not human!