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Uncertain Fates

Suddenly, Legolas began to hear voices: help had arrived. He couldn't believe it, one moment he was despairing because he thought that help was miles away, and now he could hear his fellow elves and he knew that they were very near.

"Help is coming, Aranel; help is on the way," said Legolas.

"I…its too late for me," Aranel stammered.

"No, it is not too late."

Suddenly, they could hear the elves calling their names:

"Aranel, lord Legolas?" they called almost frantically, as they made their way through the forest.

"We are here!" Legolas answered, emerging from behind a tree. "I am alright, but Aranel is not; he has been wounded by an orc blade."

And so the Elven soldiers of Mirkwood immediately went over to Aranel, and tried their best to tend to his wounds.

"Tell me that we are not too late," Legolas said to himself in a whisper.

000

Tatiana swallowed hard; she couldn't believe that she was face to face with a lord of Gondor.

"You are Faramir, Captain of Gondor?" she asked again out of shock.

"Yes, it is me, but you do understand that you are not to mention this to another soul—not even Galen and Morwen."

"Yes, I understand," said Tatiana. "But I must go now."

And so no more words were exchanged between them as she turned and left the tent.

00

As soon as Jaylyn heard Tatiana say that she was leaving, he immediately hid behind a tree so that she wouldn't know that he had been listening—and of course he had heard everything.

"Faramir, Captain of Gondor," he said bitterly.

As soon as Tatiana was out of sight, the evil elf went to Selwyn's tent; but unfortunately for him, Selwyn was not in a very good mood.

"What is it?" he asked sharply.

"I have some news about the prisoner, who until now has gone without a name."

"It had better be worth my time: make it quick," said the easily agitated elf.

"He is no mere man—he is a lord of Gondor."

Jaylyn now had Selwyn's full attention. "A Captain of Gondor?"

"Yes, he is Faramir, the second son of the Steward!"

"How did you come by this information?" asked Selwyn.

"I heard it from his mouth; I heard him confess to Tatiana—and he made Tatiana agree to tell no one."

Selwyn now leaned back in his chair. "I thank you for telling me this information, for now I believe that we have a very valuable prisoner; do you not think so?"

"Oh yes, I could not agree more."

"Now, what shall we do with the Captain of Gondor?" Selwyn asked, in a very pleased tone, for that news had cleared away the black cloud that had been hanging over him.

"I have quite a few ideas of my own," answered Jaylyn.

000

It angered Denethor to hear his son speak like that, for he was determined to bring Eowyn back to Gondor so that she could fulfill her life's duty.

"Do not speak that way, Boromir!" said Denethor.

"How can I not, father? It is hopeless; she is probably leagues away by now."

"It is not hopeless, for I will see to it that she is brought back within these walls where there will be no chance of escape again—and I'll see to it that that treacherous elf is also found," said Denethor.

To Boromir, it seemed that the more he talked the angrier he became.

"Who does she think she is? You intended to give her a life that she could never have in her—country. She would have a life of ease and luxury! Well now she will feel as though she is a prisoner; I will see to that!"

"Father," said Boromir, slightly sitting up in his bed; "calm down, please."

"How can I? You are in the houses of healing because you were trying to bring your wife back home!"

Boromir sighed; there was obviously nothing that he could do to convince his father that Eowyn was too far away to be found.

Denethor suddenly stopped talking, and looked sharply at Boromir. "You don't want her to return, do you?"

"I never said that father," said Boromir.

"That is why I'm asking you."

"Of course I want her to return; that is why I went after her in the first place. But now I fear that we are too late—she could be anywhere now."

"That is why we will send out as much soldiers as possible in order to find her."

"You can do that for me but you could not do that for Faramir," said Boromir out of the blue.

"Do not question me on this, for we have already settled that," said Denethor, sounding calmer than he felt.

000

After a brief rest, the trio set out again; normally, they would have been completely exhausted, but now that they were so close to Mirkwood, they simply could not stop and sleep.

Finally, after journeying for a while, they entered the large forest.

Eowyn looked around the forest in awe and joy; they were now safe and would not be found.

000

The Shadow Elves set out again for Mordor; Faramir was once again bound and led, this time by a blond elf.

But before they set off, Selwyn approached Faramir.

"I hope that you enjoy the journey to Mordor, Captain Faramir," he spat.

"I know not what you are talking about," said Faramir, who was shocked and angry; he had trusted Tatiana with a secret that could have him killed, and she told Selwyn? Maybe she wasn't different from the 'Shadow Elves' after all.

"You know exactly of what I speak; and there is no denying it. I shall look forward to bringing you to your knees, Captain," he then laughed sarcastically and walked away.

Faramir was so angry that he almost forgot about his pain.

With a friend like Tatiana, who needed an enemy—right?

They had marched for some time now, but when they were near to Osgiliath, a few of the elves that had been sent to scout, returned saying that they had unexpected company.

So all of the elves hid behind large bushes, so that they would be able to attack the enemy and remain unseen.

They had been lying in wait for a little while, when they heard the sound of horses hoofs; all of the Elven-men poised their arrows.

There was a sudden quiet which made Faramir's stomach do knots; what if these were Gondorian soldiers?

Oh how he hoped not; for he would not wish his predicament on anyone.

Suddenly, Elven arrows whizzed through the air, and Faramir could hear the sound of horses going wild, along with the cries of men. And then, when all went silent again, Selwyn, who was responsible for shooting some arrows emerged from their hiding place, the other elves did so soon after; and when Faramir saw the sight before his eyes, he almost gasped:

There lying wounded on the ground, surrounded by dead horses were Laddyn, Marcus, Gybren, and all the other soldiers who were in pursuit of Faramir.

Selwyn smirked arrogantly; "Gondorian swine; they got what they deserved. Are they dead, Faelivrin?"

Faelivrin and some Elven-women, including Morwen and Tatiana went to check and see if they were dead.

"No, they are not dead," said an Elven-woman, whose name was Delwen.

Faramir did not know whether to be relieved or disappointed: on one hand, they were his fellow Gondorian men, and well…he wanted them to live; but on the other, they would wish that they were dead, for the Shadow Elves would make their lives a living hell. But after the inward debate, he decided not to think of the downside at the moment, and just be glad that they survived the brutal attack.

000

Theodred had now reached the Wold, and had taken a much needed rest; he hoped that he would be able to aid his cousin in just about any way possible, for he would never forgive himself if she got caught and was taken back to Minas Tirith to live as a bird in a cage.

Suddenly, just after he had refilled his water, he noticed something: he saw the remnants of a fire, and by the looks of it, it only seemed to be about a couple of days old.

"I hope that this mean Eowyn has been here," he thought to himself.

And little did he know how right he was!

000

Marcus awakened to a terrible pain in his left shoulder; he looked around and saw that he was in a strange place:

The sun was beginning to rise, and he saw elves busying themselves around the camp.

But where were his fellow soldiers?

Now, Marcus was not so annoyed by Laddyn, in fact, he would have given anything to see the soldier and know that he was alright.

His last memory was seeing an arrow whiz through the air…and after that all went black. All of a sudden, a raven-haired Elven-man approached the blond Gondorian.

"I see that you have awakened," he said looking down at the prisoner the way that he usually did.

"Who are you?" Marcus managed to ask, as he stared up at the elf, and he was not intimidated the least by his captor.

"I am Selwyn, the leader of this camp; but you need not tell me who you are, Gondorian."

"Where are the others?" Marcus asked.

"I presume that you have come to seek your lost Captain," said Selwyn, ignoring Marcus' question.

"I need not answer to you," Marcus said, for he got the feeling that Selwyn was not a very good elf.

"So you intend to act defiant? Well let me tell you that it will get you nowhere; for if you have come to find your Captain, then you have come to the right place."

Marcus didn't know how to respond to that, for he was in shock; chances were that Gelmir had been lying, for Faramir was still in captivity. But then again, what if he had been caught while deserting his men and had been recaptured?

Marcus had no way of knowing for certain, unless…unless he talked to Faramir.

"Let me see him," he somewhat ordered, despite the situation that he was in.

"You do not order me, Gondorian; but I shall honor your request, so that when you return to Gondor, they too shall know," so Turing to a brunette elf, he said; "Jaylyn, bring Captain Faramir so that the prisoner shall know that we truly have him."

With a slight nod, the elf walked off to find Faramir.

00

Tatiana spotted Faramir by a stream; he had not said even two words to her since their conversation in the tent, and she had no idea why; but she was soon going to find out. As Tatiana stood next to Faramir, he said nothing, but simply stared ahead.

"Faramir," she said, in a whisper, so that none would hear his real name. "Are you alright?"

Faramir turned to face her, and now she could really see the anger on his face. "How can I be, Tatiana? Tell me, how long after our conversation did you go to Selwyn and tell him everything that I had told you?"

Tatiana looked taken aback at what Faramir had said, for she had kept her word and had not said a word about what he had told her to anyone.

"How can you say that!" she exclaimed. "I have not told a single soul about your true identity!"

"Then who did? You was the only one who I confessed it to," said Faramir, his anger was beginning to diminish the moment that he looked into her honest eyes.

"That I do not know, but perhaps we could find out."

"How?" Faramir asked.

"Well I am sure that we will fig-"

Tatiana was cut off when they saw Jaylyn approaching; he wore a look of arrogance.

"You are to come with me, Faramir," he said, putting an emphasis on 'Faramir'.

So, with one last look at Tatiana, Faramir walked away with the elf; their walk was unusually silent, for Jaylyn said no bad remarks or anything of that sort.

They soon reached Selwyn, and Jaylyn left, leaving the three of them alone.

Faramir recognized Marcus, for he and Boromir were acquainted with one another.

"Marcus?" he asked, still a little in shock.

"Captain Faramir? You really are here! Is everything true?"

Selwyn walked away, and whispered to an elf. "Be discrete, but spy on them and see if they say anything suspicious, and then report to me."

The elf nodded, and hid behind some bushes.

"Everything like what?" Faramir asked, not sure what Marcus was talking about.

"Everything that Gelmir has said about you—he had accused you of desertion."

"Desertion! Surely you do not believe this-do you?" Faramir asked, trying to contain his anger.

"I did not know what to believe, my lord; for he was the only witness. But I am afraid that lord Denethor believes him," said Marcus, feeling guilty for believing at one time that Faramir had deserted his men.

"I would never, under any circumstances desert my men; you know that I would rather die then leave them when they need me most."

"Of course, my lord, I know," said Marcus.

000

They were now some ways into the forest when they stopped to rest. But as Eowyn and Arial relaxed together, Strider got up and said that he had to go.

"I will be back shortly, for I am just going to look around and make sure that all is safe; but stay put, for it is better if we journey together."

And with that being said, he left.

Some time later…

Eowyn awakened from her sleep, to find that Arial was not there, she called his name multiple times, only to have no answer; she knew that Strider had told them to stay put, but she had to find Arial.

And so, taking her sword with her, she went off to find him. The footsteps helped her to catch up, and it did not take long until she could see him, he was not very far from her; but as she turned around, she realized that she had forgotten the way back…