A/N: Well, here is chappy twenty eight; I hope that you guys enjoy it; and don't forget to review: )

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Uncertain Fates

The leader of the men of Harad walked up to the Gondorian prisoners.

"Well, I suppose you Gondorians ought to be grateful that we found you first," he remarked cheekily.

Marcus looked up at the man of Harad; he was well dressed but not dressed for battle. He looked as though he was one of great wealth; one could guess that he was a merchant.

"I do not owe any Haradrim my thanks," spat the soldier.

The man of Harad kicked him in the face. "In the future, you will learn to speak to me better."

Marcus wiped the blood from his mouth and nose; as a soldier he was used to pain, so he handled it well.

A Haradrim soldier suddenly approached. "Uzi, should we feed them now?" he asked.

"Yes," he said, suddenly forcefully lifting up Marcus' chin. "Give them some of our best meat; I will barely get any money if I try to sell them in this condition."

Marcus forcefully removed Uzi's hand; he knew that there had to be some way to get out of this.

000

Eowyn was shown to a beautiful room with large windows overlooking the forest below; earlier that day she had met King Thranduil. That was a meeting that she would not soon forget.

She had been at loss for words, but the King had treated her kindly for she was a friend of Aragorn.

She hugged herself as she stood by the window, enjoying the cool breeze. She figured that she would have to get used to Mirkwood, for it was now her new home.

000

As Denethor looked out on the Pelennor, he could see the soldiers riding off; he smiled to himself, knowing that it was only a matter of time until Eowyn was found and brought back to the white city. But then his thoughts wandered to her closest handmaiden, Norah.

What was he supposed to do with her? He knew not, but all he knew was that he did not want his son falling for her. No, that would never happen, he knew that he had to stop it before it was too late and Boromir was so in love with her that he would not be able to see things straight.

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As Eomer happened to walk by what used to be his sisters quarters, he noticed that the door was ajar.

Taken over by curiosity, Eomer entered. At first it seemed as though no one was inside, but Boromir soon heard the sound of someone sobbing softly.

"Could it be?" thought Eomer, letting his wild imagination get the better of him.

But as he entered Eowyn's bedroom, he soon saw that he was wrong, for standing by the window, reorganizing flowers, was Norah. It seemed that she didn't hear him enter.

"Are you alright, Norah?" asked a concerned Eomer.

She gasped and turned around, "My lord," she said, slightly putting her head down so that he would not see her reddened eyes. "I am sorry; I did not hear you enter."

"Are you alright?" Eomer repeated, walking closer.

Norah saw this and stepped to the left. "Yes, my lord; I am fine."

"Are you sure?" Eomer asked, not sure whether or not to bring up her sobbing.

"Yes, my lord; I was just replacing the flowers—the others were quite sickly."

"That's what it is!" Thought Eomer, "Norah, I know that you miss lady Eowyn—believe me, I do too. But it will comfort you to know that she is in a better place; she does not have to live in misery—betrothed to a man that she doesn't love."

"You call this misery?" Norah snapped.

Norah's sudden change in attitude caused Eomer raise an eyebrow.

"She made it miserable for herself! She was not even willing to try, lord Boromir is a good man, but yet she did not even give herself a chance to love him. She didn't even give him a chance to love her; and you and Theodred pity her!" the tears began to stream down her cheeks again.

Eomer knew that that outburst was not like Norah at all, but she had hurt him when she had said those things about Eowyn.

"What is wrong with you!" he asked in an angry raised voice. He took her firmly by her shoulders.

"My sister has always loved you and treated you better than all of the servants! She has loved you for as long as she has known you; and yet you cannot understand why she did not want to live her life in misery! Yes, lord Boromir may be a good man, but being a good man and a good woman is not all there is to falling in love! Don't you ever let me catch you insulting my sister so wrongfully; you are but a maid, and you have no right to judge, for none of us are perfect!"

Norah removed herself from his firm, yet painless grasp. "I am sorry, my lord if found my words untrue. It's just that…it's just that lord Boromir is a good man who was also forced into marriage, and he does not deserve this! If she had not run away, then he would not have been wounded—it was her fault, my lord; you know it to be true."

Eomer ran a hand through his hair; no, it was not Eowyn's fault. He was to blame, even though he had not intended for Boromir to be harmed.

000

As the elves and the soldiers of Harad prepared to set out, Jaylyn wanted to talk to Tatiana quickly about something concerning Faramir; he was going to force her to cut her ties with him, or else he would kill Faramir.

Now as he thought about it, he would face his consequences gladly, if he killed Faramir, and he intended to tell Tatiana just that.

The only problem was that he could not find her anywhere.

Selwyn noticed that the elf had wandered off from the rest. "Jaylyn, what are you doing?" he snapped impatiently.

An out of breath Jaylyn returned to his leader. "Selwyn, I have searched everywhere; I cannot find Tatiana."

Selwyn looked frustrated at the fact that their journey would be delayed; there were more than a few Shadow elves, so it was not easy to always know where they were.

Selwyn sighed before speaking to the distressed elf again; "Send Galen to look; she must have wandered off—senseless…" he did not even finish what he was about to say.

After searching for Galen, they found that he too was missing; Selwyn then sent a group of elves to look for them, because he now knew that all was not right.

And when it was also discovered that Morwen was not there either, Selwyn sent more elves after them, but before they left, he said this:

"Kill Tatiana and Galen—but do not even so much as harm a hair on my sisters head."

"Selwyn!" cried Jaylyn running up to him. "Please do not have Tatiana killed; I will deal with her myself…please."

"You've had your chance; you cannot even control a woman—I have no choice but to deal with the matter as I wish."

"Please do not do this," Jaylyn pleaded in a low tone.

Selwyn ignored the elf, and gave the signal for the scouting elves to leave.

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They had been waiting for a while when the scouting elves finally returned—without the escapees.

For a moment, Sherah showed some kind of compassion, for he too had a sister; she also opposed his beliefs, but yet he loved her and wanted nothing bad to happen to her.

He put an understanding hand on Selwyn's shoulder; the elf did not bother to remove Sherah's hand.

"Although I know not what it is like to lose a sister, I feel your pain, for I do not know what I would do if she suddenly disappeared."

Selwyn said nothing; he knew that they had to continue for they were very close to the Morannon, and could not stop now.

"Let us continue our journey," Selwyn said in a low voice.

But as they made ready to leave once again, he stopped and told a few of the elves to stay behind for a while, and search every mile of that area.

Faramir hoped that they wouldn't find them, for he knew that he would never see Tatiana's beautiful face again.

And so they set off once again. Destination: Mordor.

000

Eowyn had fallen asleep that night, when a knock on the door awakened her.

When she looked out the window and saw that it was not yet morning, she began to worry; what if Gondorian soldiers had found her?

But then she had to check herself.

Would Thranduil really let them come and take her?

She could not answer that for she didn't know the King that well. She struggled to push those thoughts all the way to the back of her mind as she flung the door open.

She sighed with relief when she found herself staring into Aragorn's face, but yet she had no idea why he had come in the middle of the night.

"Is something wrong?" she half asked, half guessed.

"No, my lady; I have just come to say goodbye. I must return to Rivendell."

Eowyn's face stiffened. "Why must you leave now?" she asked.

"Because of many reasons; but I will return to see you again, my lady."

"I thought that you were going to stay here for at least a little while," she said, trying to hide her grief.

"So did I, but I must leave now, for lady Arwen is anxiously awaiting my return."

"Arwen," Eowyn said, somewhat coldly. "Is that your main reason for leaving?"

Aragorn noticed the sadness in her eyes; "I also must aid a good friend in a search for someone."

Eowyn forced a smile. "Then may our paths soon cross again; it as a pleasure to journey with you. So…goodbye; you do not want to keep lady Arwen waiting," and with that she closed the door…well, almost slammed the door in his face, leaving a confused Ranger standing like a shadow in the long, dimly lit hall.

000

They continued to journey, even as the sun began to rise; and now their long journey had paid off. They had reached the Morannon.

A sudden darkness came over Faramir's heart as he stared at those great black gates, which he had only heard in stories; when he looked up, he saw no sun. The darkness was everywhere, and it reeked with the odor of flesh and death.

The gates were slowly opened, and the Shadow elves and the men of Harad marched in together.

Faramir could see the dreaded dark tower of Barad Dur in the distance, and mount doom spewed out its flames.

The ever-watching eye looked upon them as they entered the dark land; Faramir could feel its scorching heat.

Selwyn then took Faramir, and walked with him in silence for a few miles, until they had almost reached their destination.

"I knew that you would learn to appreciate me one day," Selwyn said arrogantly.

"I will never appreciate you," Faramir shot back.

"You may think that now, but once you realize your fate, that will be a different story."

"What are you talking about?" Faramir asked.

"As of now, you are now a slave in Mordor—you are still under my protection of course, so they can do anything but kill you," Selwyn then laughed evilly, and being that he was stronger than Faramir, pushed him into a group of waiting orcs.

"Enjoy your life in Mordor slave!" Selwyn said, before leaving Faramir alone with the vicious orcs of Mordor.

A/N 2:Thank you The Elven Pirate And The Hobbit Ninja! You have just given me a great idea! To all of you who are reading this story, I want to know who you picture my OCs looking like; it could be anybody, feel free to e-mail me and tell me, but I'll only have my e-mail on display until sunday, and for those of you who might not want to e-mail...I'll accept a review!