A/N: I know you all are ready to shoot me after the last chapter's ending and you definitely are going to after this chapter but there is a method to my madness! Um, yeah, whatever. I have to warn you, this chapter is a tad bit sickening. I'm not going to include any really nasty stuff but I will give you an idea.

××Nicolette's POV××

The Uruk-Hai led me down the ladder (which I suppose must have been a pretty amazing feat for a creature with the depth of a cucumber) and then forced me to close my eyes.

All I heard was Uruk-Hai's curses and the sound of ringing steel that faded quickly as the beast led me away from the battle.

He slung me onto a fuzzy creature that I will assume was a Warg. By that time he had me blindfolded.

The Uruk-Hai whipped the Warg and off we went.

"Why are you t-taking me?" I asked once I managed to speak. Needless to say, I was terrified.

The Uruk-Hai grunted but remained mute.

Where were we going? Was the thing going to rape me then leave me dead in the fields outside of Helm's Deep? Or perhaps he was taking me to Saruman to be a slave?

Tears began to stream down my face as I thought of the possibilities; would I never see Legolas or my friends again?

Finally after what seemed hours we stopped. I heard sound of battle, but these were different. This was the sound of branches creaking and the sound of projectiles hitting their mark.

The nameless Uruk-Hai threw me over his shoulder again and began to quietly trudge on, sometimes stopping for long moments then resuming again at a quicker pace.

After awhile he led me through a door into a building; I could tell this because I heard a door slam and the temperature cooled rapidly.

I heard a voice that sounded like it was down (or up) a corridor. It was faint but beautiful.

The Uruk-Hai carried me up various stairways and corridors till it finally reached it's destination. He gently put me on the ground and pushed me into a room, pulling my blindfold off at the same instant.

I heard him slam the door behind me and the distinct sound of the lock sliding closed.

I banged on the door, "LET ME OUT!" I screamed. I knew it was futile; but I had to do something.

Maybe I could reach Jade, I concentrated on contacting her but the connection was so faint all I could feel was a general emotion.

I turned around and observed my surroundings.

I was in a bedroom, the room was made entirely green marble and the furnishings were all a deep royal blue.

Velvet curtains covered the window that was locked with a sturdy chain and the bed was curtained as well with the same blue velvet.

The bed coverlet was silk and there was a Persian rug beneath the bed.

I looked out the window to get a general feel of my surroundings.

The entire area was burnt and like a wasteland, but the scariest thing was the trees, the trees were moving! They threw rocks and stomped the Orcs that were trying to chop them down.

Oh no.

This can't be!

I'm in Isengard.

"Yes, welcome to my humble abode," A deep, rich voice behind me said.

I yelped and spun on my heel.

Before me stood Mr. Sharkey! But now instead of Bermuda pants and a t-shirt he wore a white tunic made of Cashmere.

"Mr. Sharkey?" I said, beginning to feel faint, "What the? How the? You are…?" I sat down on the bed but the look in the wizard's eye encouraged me to get up and walk as far away from the bed as possible.

Mr. Sharkey now revealed as Saruman chuckled, "Come, let us go to the dining hall, you must be starved from your trip."

Run away, run away! My brain screamed at me. Acting on impulse I darted with lightning speed (I could still tap into Jade's energy) towards the door.

A bolt of searing pain ran through my body, I looked down to see blue flames engulfing my body, I screamed and fell to the floor twitching.

"I'm sorry to do that, but now you know the consequences of escape; and trust me, my dear. That is only a small taste of what would happen should you attempt that again," Saruman said smoothly.

I slowly got up, gasping for air, "Oh go screw Morgoth," I said sarcastically, spitting out blood.

Saruman's mouth twitched, he grabbed me by the neck in an iron-grip, "You are in no position to mock me, girl," He said, his voice deadly.

I gulped and nodded, the color draining from my face.

The old man released me, he grabbed me by the arm and led me through several corridors to dining room; we both sat down at opposite ends of the short table.

A particular nasty looking Orc came out of a door I hadn't seen before with several steaming trays of food. He sat them down and bowed to Saruman before darting out again.

I looked at the chicken and steamed vegetables before me, thinking of the hands that prepared them. God knows what kind of disease is in that stuff.

"Begging your pardon, but I just experienced one of the bloodiest battles of my life. I'm a bit to revolted to eat," A bit of a weird statement, I know but it was true.

Saruman nodded, "Fine, but answer one question for me: why are you traveling with the fellowship? I know you have traveled with them but other than that I know very little."

I was silent before replying, "I'm their whore. It was Lord Boromir's idea. So that way the ring bearer and his companions wouldn't be uh...lonely." If he buys that Saruman is stupider than I thought.

Saruman smiled superciliously, "Lady Nicolette, I have warned you of the consequences of escape have I not? Well allow me to give you a little piece of advice: the aftermath of lying to me would be far worse than trying to escape."

My eyes widened a bit, I was playing a dangerous game and we both knew it, "Alright fine, I was in a car accident and died, instead of going to heaven or hell I woke up here. The Fellowship had no choice but to bring me along. Happy?"

Saruman nodded, "Overjoyed."

I rolled my eyes, "Lovely, now would you return the courtesy and allow me one question?"

Saruman nodded, "Perhaps, tell me the question and I will decide."

"Why am I here?" I asked bluntly. I wondered why I was so gutsy, a couple of months ago I wouldn't have spoken to the most powerful (and most evil) wizard's aside form the witch king in such a fashion. I think I stopped caring about my life whenever I Jade began to mature and become my best friend.

Saruman nodded, "I expected you would ask that. Allow me to explain: the dark lord Sauron told me he intended to find one who could become a dragon rider and help defeat the Gondorians, Rohirrim and those accursed elves. So I transported myself to another world. Your magical energy radiated strongly so I bought one of those poor excuses for a hut near your home and familiarized myself with your habits, likes, dislikes and weak spots. I was the one who crashed into you and that brat."

I felt my anger rise when he referred to Anna as "that brat," but was smart enough to keep my mouth shut. "So you sent Jade to me?"

Saruman shook his head, "No, I just knew that there was a dragon egg hidden somewhere in Lorien so I sent you there. I knew that you would be drawn to the dragon. You see, dragon riders possess magical powers that even the most learned and trained wizard cannot even begin to posses. And those are the powers that I need to become the most powerful ruler in all of Middle-Earth."

Okay, Saruman is dreaming if he thinks Sauron will give up his power, but I was smart enough (again) to keep my mouth shut, "And how do you plan to acquire my powers?"

Saruman smiled devilishly, "Carnal meeting, of course."

My eyes widened and the room started to spin, "Carnal meeting as in…? Oh saints protect me…" I passed out.

××Legolas' POV××

"What do you mean you let her go?" I demanded to Èowyn.

"She told me that Haldir would die if I didn't let her save him," Èowyn protested weakly.

Haldir put a hand on my shoulder, "The princess it correct, I was nearly at the end of my strength when the lady came and stabbed the wicked creature."

I ran my fingers through my hair, "Has anyone seen her?"

Gandalf put a hand on my shoulder, "Quiet lad, she hasn't been counted among the dead, correct? And no one has seen her, correct? So the only logical explanation is that either she was killed and transported back to her own world; although I think the shell of her body would have been left here; or she has been kidnapped."

"Kidnapped?" Aragorn asked in surprise.

We were in the bedroom we all shared, sitting on pallets and sipping an herbal mixture the healers had forced us all to drink.

"Yes, kidnapped. Saruman knows that there is a dragon rider in Middle-Earth. He also knows she is a woman who would be fighting in Helm's Deep. He wants her powers and he will take them in whatever method is easiest."

I raised an eyebrow, "Powers?"

Gandalf sighed, "Aragorn, would you care to explain?"

Aragorn nodded, "Long ago, dragons were made by the elements of the earth: earth, air, fire and water. The fifth and final element was magic. So there 'partners' as some say posses the power to control the elements. The only elementalists in the entire world were at one time linked with a dragon. Lady Nicolette also possesses that power."

"And how can Saruman gain the power?"

A silence fell over the room.

Finally Gandalf spoke, "They're several ways, one of the ways is magical torture in which he steals her soul; but that is long and tedious work. The second is through stabbing her to death with a knife made of amethysts and catching her spirit in a bowl made of moon rocks. But it takes a ring of power to do that. The third and easiest way is carnal meeting."

I gulped, "Rape?"

Aragorn nodded quietly.

Gimli sputtered, "The bastard's going to rape the child! What are we waiting for? Why aren't we headed to Isengard?"

Gandalf nodded, "They're affairs here I must attend to; we shall leave in the morning, I doubt Saruman will rape her immediately. He will toy with her first and wait for my arrival. He knows I will come and is hoping I will battle him. Which I'm not going to do; I am sending him to the Valar to be judged."

"We should leave tonight? How can you be sure Saruman will not take advantage of Nicolette?" I asked, standing up.

"I have known Saruman for eight hundred years. He will not harm her tonight, trust me," Gandalf replied evenly.

I shook my head in disgust; apparently all I could do was wait for morning.

××Nicolette's POV××

When I revived I was on my temporary bed. I looked down and thanked whatever God there was that I was fully dressed and Saruman was not in the room.

My stomach churned whenever I thought of what Saruman was going to do to me.

The words he said to me played over and over in my mind; I shot up from the bed suddenly.

If I have power right now and Saruman doesn't then why can't I defeat him? Old fool. He shouldn't have told me.

I concentrated hard and thought of glowing white flames shooting out of my mouth but nothing happened.

"Activate!" I shouted, nothing happened. I even tried the Spiderman sign. Finally I tried one last thing, I made a ball with my fists over my heart and slowly pulled my hands apart.

A pure blue flame like that of electrical currents writhed and popped between my hands but I felt no burn. I pushed my hands forward suddenly; pulled them apart.

The flame shot out with a resounding boom and set my rug aflame.

"Oh damn!" I cried.

Maybe I could extinguish it, I did the same movement with my hands but thought of water.

A cylinder of water boiled in between my hands. I did the pushing motion again and focused on the growing flames.

A blue bolt of water shot out with the sound of water clapping against a hard surface.

The flame was put out immediately but the scorch marks on the carpet and marble floor were still there.

"Saruman is going to kill me!" I said but laughed; wait a second! I could defeat Saruman! Ha!

I heard the sounds of scuffling footsteps outside the door and curses in Orkish.

I grinned sadistically; this would be my chance to try out my powers.

The Orc came bumbling in through the door but I was ready with a blast of fire.

The Orc screamed and fell dead to the floor; completely engulfed in flames.

I extinguished the flames and disposed of the body via fast cremation. Which I have to say is disgusting to watch; even more so if you know that you're the one doing it.

I swept the remains into a vase on the fireplace and sat it upright.

I had the sense to take the Orc's key and lock the door again. I knew that when the Orc didn't return the others would get suspicious.

My assumption was right; pretty soon three Uruk-Hai come into my room, "Where'd Dagger go?" One asked me gruffly.

I gave him an innocent, wide-eyed look, "Wh-who? No ones come to see me." I said with fake terror.

One of the Uruk-Hai grinned, "Hey boys, let's have a little fun while we're here. Sharkey won't ever know. And you won't tell him, will ya sweetheart?"

If that poor excuse for a creature lays a hand on me they're all going to die horrible deaths.

The second Uruk-Hai laid a hand on the other's shoulder, "Idiot, boss said not to spoil her. Apparently he wants to have some fun before the trees come back.

Huh? I thought the trees defeated Isengard in one big sweep. Oh crap, did Anna and my coming here screw that up? This isn't good…

The original Uruk-Hai grunted, "Fine, let's go, fellas."

I sighed in relief as they left.

Why does everyone want to do me all of the sudden?

I tried to reach out to Jade; all I got was the faint feeling of worry.

Perhaps she was out looking for me.

That thought helped me get to sleep.

××Ø××

I guess using my powers took more energy out of me than I knew. Because I was roused by an Orc saying I had slept two days and no one had been able to wake me up.

I also managed to get out of him that the trees had defeated Isengard and only eighteen Orcs remained in the tower and Saruman had locked himself in his study and hadn't come out.

I felt my heart leap; perhaps I would get out of this unscathed after all! And if I remember correctly Gandalf, Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas (my heart did a little flip-flop when I thought of his handsome face) would arrive soon!

××Legolas' POV××

Don't worry Jade; we're almost to Isengard, I assured Jade mentally. Lately she had been tapping into my thoughts.

If that wizard has hurt my human in anyway he shall know the meaning of pain! Jade cried angrily.

I'll be right behind you, I said with equal anger.

The black tower stood tall and majestic above the thick canopy of trees. As we approached the end of the Fangorn Forest water began to pool at our horse's feet.

The Ents had cleansed the filth of Saruman apparently.

Soon we were in Isengard, everything was at least in two feet of water.

Ents wandered around the murky water, picking up things out of the water and putting them in a large pile of corpses, various mechanisms of torture and large pieces of driftwood.

I shuddered slightly; we approached particularly stately looking Ent.

Gandalf inclined his head, "Treebeard, how goes the progress?"

"Good, good, the filth of Isengard is slowly washing away. It will take many years, but soon Ents will roam freely here.

"Have you by any chance seen a young woman here? And what about Saruman?" Gandalf asked.

The Ent rubbed his mossy beard before replying, "Well…there is a young girl here, her name is Anna. She is with the two little Orcs; ahem, hobbits And Saruman is alive; he has stayed in the tower the whole time, we have not bothered with him…yet."

A little tug at Gandalf's cape made him look down, a little girly with chestnut brown hair and cherry-lips looked up at him, "Mr. Gandalf, Merry said he heard a scream earlier today and then what my sissy used to called a sonic boom. Whenever the sound barrier breaks."

Although none of us were sure about the sound barrier part it was safe to say Nicolette was in danger.

I leapt off of my horse and darted into the tower. Rushing up the various flights of stairs. A low sob coming from a room beside me made me halt.

I put my ear to the door, the sobbing continued; I recognized it as Nicolette's.

My anger and concern growing inside of me, I threw all of my weight against the door, the lock protested.

I repeated the action and the lock finally gave out, the door flew open and I found myself in a nicely furnished bedroom. But I wasn't concerned about that, what I was concerned about was the young woman wrapped in nothing but a sheet; curled into the fetal position, trembling like a leaf.

"Nicolette!" I cried and wrapped my arms around her tiny form.

She started and screamed; when she realized it was me she let out a ragged sigh.

"I thought Saruman had returned…" She said unevenly, she could barely speak through her hiccups.

I pulled her closer to me, "What did he do to you?" I asked gently.

She lifted her tear-stained face, "Oh, Legolas! He…he hurt me!"

I leapt up cursing, the fiend! Wizard, or no wizard, this man was going to pay. "I will avenge you, Nicolette!" I whispered into her ear.

"Oh really? I find that highly unlikely," A voice behind me purred, then I felt the sensation of water engulf me and push me down, soon I ran out of air and I lost consciousness.