Hiranneth mounted her black mare and steady herself. She wasn't used to riding, even though she lived in Rohan. She watched as the others got on their horses. She tied Ahéawan's horse to the saddle of hers to lead them to the village. "Are you sure your family won't mind? I don't want to upset anyone," she said to Kiarton. She looked at the horse she was on and smiled. "She is really pretty."

Fly crouched in the shadows silent. They could not see him, or feel his presence. He smiled. So they had escaped? Quite not so. They would have to take him wherever they were going, or suffer the consequences. Though to them it would have seemed a threat, what Fly really wanted was a friend. He drove these thoughts from his mind and spoke.
"To where can you go, where Morgoth doth not know?" He made his voice come from a tree, on the other side of them.

"Oh they won't mind, I hope." Kiarton muttered the last portion of the phrase. He was never on good terms with them so it wouldn't really matter. "Yes Ril is quite pretty." He replied but he was interrupted by a voice coming from a tree. Kiarton had the sinking suspicion that it was Fly. "Show yourself," he said loudly, turning his horse around. "Why do you stalk us? For what purpose? What did we ever do to you?" He let out his string of questions into the night air.

"We have done nothing to you! Why?" Kiran echoed Kiarton's question to the tree that spoke. He sat atop Dune, astride with the other three riders. He pondered the use of words Fly had used, recalling it to be from an old poem he had read in one of his mother's books.

Fly laughed out loud. "Nothing? You say you have done nothing? If I recall correctly one of you stabbed me a moment ago, unless you call attempted murder nothing!" The voice came from a different tree this time.

Kiarton kicked himself mentally for his stupidity. "Yes, but before. You threatened us for no reason." He attempted a lame recovery as he turned to the other tree. "Fine," he said. "I'm sorry. But what is it that you want from us then?" Maorn's ears went back and then forward and the grey horse stepped around nervously.

"Even Sauron's offspring have need for fun." The voice came from all around, at once.

Hiranneth grew angrier as the voice threw insults of sorts at them. She was tired of dealing with this "person".
"Does the definition of fun mean killing and destroying the lives of people who will eventually see your end? If yes, then let that fun be so!" She glanced all around, looking for him.
She turned her horse to and fro, and then decided they couldn't move on; Fly would discover where the city was.
She whispered to Kiran, "We cannot delay, for Ahéawan's sake. But if we go now, he will follow and destroy the city as well. We will bring about terrible doom to those people." She took a deep breath as she saw Kiran nod slightly.
"Son of Sauron! Hear my voice, I stabbed you. For causes just and with firm foundation. You threatened us, and you did something my own soul cannot forgive, lest I loose my self. But in all honesty, I mean no harm now. Please leave us alone for some time. And perhaps in a while, we may meet again." She knew this wasn't the best way to persuade Fly, but it was the only way she could get across.

Fly could not help but laugh at this. "No harm indeed!" He stepped out of his hiding place in the bushes and became visible. "I do not intend to hurt you or anyone else." He saw their doubtful glances. "And if you cannot believe me, how can I believe you meant me no harm?"

"Do we look like murders?" Kiarton asked calmly. "I did not stab you for one thing. And Hirraneth is not the type of person that lies or betrays. Our only goal is to save a friend." He said. "Have you ever heard of Hunvel?" Kiarton wasn't sure if he could trust Fly but he sounded sincere.

"I have never heard of Hunvel." Fly answered truthfully. He thought that if he did tell the truth, perhaps he would make a friend, one that he so desperately wanted. It would be a first for the offspring of the Dark Lord.

Hiranneth watched him closely. Oh how she wanted to trust him! She did not like holding grudges. She thought to herself, He killed my parents...but what good would it be for me to show the same hatred towards him that he must have felt to kill my parents?
She looked at the body of the still unconscious Ahéawan. The woman looked very sick. They could not delay.
"Please Fly, we must save her life. You did bring this upon her. Or perhaps it is my fault for such a thing. But nevertheless, we must get to this village. They can care for her there. "
She paused. "I fear you will bring the havoc that you have shown on us to these people. Will you give me your word and not hurt the people of the village?" She looked at Fly, hoping that he would have a kind heart.

Fly looked at her quizically. This did not add up. Slowly he nodded his head, but inside a million questions raced through. They would trust him? Trust, trust was a word foreign to him. Would they truly trust him, or was this a trick to bring down the future Dark Lord?

"Please Fly!" Hiranneth cried. She looked away from his gaze. It was frightening to her. But she had to trust him. For maybe he would trust them back.
Hiranneth pulled up on her horse and urged her forward. "Come on, lets get Ahéawan help."
They began to walk on, with Fly behind them. Will he follow?

Kiran had been thinking about the poem that had been brought to his mind by Fly's first words. He had remembered most of it, save for the last two lines. Somehow he thought they must be important. Hiranneth has decided to trust Fly. Kiran figured he must as well, for the sake of his companions.

At that moment Fly shape-shifted to the form of an eagle and flew high above their heads. He needed to sort out his thoughts. Could it be possible they had led him into a trap? Who cares, he thought with a smirk. He could escape any trap. He had escaped from Shelob herself on many occasions They could not—would not--trap him.
Then Fly heard a terrifying screech of a Nazgul. He dived down lower toward the ground and hoped he wouldn't be recognized. His father would kill him if he found out what he was up to.

Kiarton felt a lurch inside of him and was washed over with the burning sensation of fear. He looked wildly behind him and spotted a lone Nazgul. He thanked the Valar that the rider had not seen them.

Hiranneth was very afraid of the Nazgul; it sent a chill up her spin and caused her to feel very sick. She couldn't imagine how Ahéawan felt after encountering the wrath of Sauron. She pulled her horse into the trees and prayed hard and long, hoping the creature would leave. Perhaps they were not looking for them, but for Fly. But if they got in his way, the Nazgul could attack. What should we do?

Fly darted into a tree and hid for a few moments. Soon enough the Nazgul would spot him, and those mortals below were as good as dead. What to do? But then, why should he care? He had destroyed the rest of the village, why were these any different? Because they trust you, a small voice inside him seemed to say. He decided to play it casual. He returned to his normal form, whistled for his winged beast who had followed at a distance, mounted his creature, and headed directly toward the Nazgul.

Kiarton was desperately afraid, and he began to feel uneasy when Fly approached the Nazgul. I said that he had my trust. Maybe it's a diversion. He hoped for the best. After all, there's a little good in everyone, right? Kiran hurried up on his horse with Ahéawan in front of him. The four companions hid in the shadow of the trees and waited.

He recognized Fly immediately and hovered in the air. "What news from the south?" the Nazgul king asked. His voice alone would terrify any mortal, unless like Fly you had heard it from the time you were a small child. Fly shrugged his shoulders and replied, "The village is destroyed, but a few mortals remain. See to it that they are all killed." He knew the four down below were the only ones left alive, but hopefully they would have enough since be far away when the wraiths found out. Suddenly, one of the mortals hidden in the trees moved, and at once were spotted.