A/N: Well, heres the update. I'm pretty swamped right now, so I can't respond to any reviews today, and sorry for the short chappy, but I hope that you guys enjoy it. : )
Uncertain Fates
His vision was a little bit blurred, but he was certain that that was her—there Tatiana stood, he beautiful brunette hair blowing in the wind; but why was she still dressed in the attire of the Shadow Elves?
Faramir rubbed his eyes to correct his vision, surely he was not mistaken. Jaylyn had turned around to face the woman who was supposedly Tatiana.
"What are you talking about?" he asked sharply.
"It is Selwyn's orders; I just received them from Faelivrin, he said not to harm the prisoner."
Jaylyn threw the dagger in anger, and it seemed that almost instantly, an elf appeared to pick it up.
Faramir stared at the woman in awe; he was certain that she was Tatiana, she looked just like Tatiana, but it seemed that she was accepted in the camp, and he knew that if Tatiana ever did return, chances were that she would not live to see the next day; but he knew that he was not mistaken…she had to be Tatiana.
"Come, Jaylyn," said the woman. "We are just about ready to set out; we could use your help around the camp, and do not worry about the prisoner, I will stay until Faelivrin comes."
Jaylyn shot a furious look at the Gondorian, but he obeyed the Elven-woman nonetheless.
The woman didn't seem to think that she had done anything special, instead she slowly paced back and forth, not taking her eyes off of Faramir.
Faramir stared at her intently; if she was not Tatiana then who was she?
"Who are you?" he finally asked while looking directly at her.
"I do not see what business it is of yours, Gondorian," she said, looking at him with distaste.
Faramir swallowed hard; what was he to do?
000
Boromir and the Rohirrim had already exchanged formal greetings, and now they were on their way to Osgiliath; Boromir, Eomer, and Theodred rode in front, while their loyal soldiers rode behind.
There were not many words exchanged between the three; but for some reason, Eomer and Theodred both had some kind of fear that their scheme to help Eowyn escape would be discovered. But Theodred began to tell himself that there was nothing to fear, seeing that they would never be able to find her in the woodland realm.
Boromir's distant hope was that when he returned, Eowyn would be within the walls of the city again; but he knew that that hope was very distant indeed, for he had a hunch that she was very good at staying hidden.
But all of these thoughts drifted out of their heads, and as they saw the city of Osgiliath, one thought and one thought only remained in their minds: War.
000
By now, the Shadow Elves had set out again, and Faramir had not asked the Elven-woman another question, and he now knew that she was not Tatiana; and the only explanation was that she was Tatiana's twin, although he thought that either he would have seen her, for he had become familiar with just about everyone around the camp, or Tatiana would have told him; all of this was very confusing to him.
0-0
The Elven-woman walked with Selwyn; they had not exchanged a word to each other since her return.
She had been to Harad, and had just joined up with the other Shadow Elves…including Selwyn; she had missed him while she had been away, and he was not the only person to drift into her mind; there was someone else, whose name she currently would not utter.
Selwyn noticed that she looked troubled, and so he stopped, allowing some of the elves to pass them by.
He waited until they had all passed before he spoke with her privately. He gently tilted her chin up so that she was looking directly into his face.
"You cannot know how much you have been missed," he said, staring into the woman's face.
"I believe that I do know, for I longed to be back here—it was not my wish to journey to Harad."
"Neither was it mine," he said.
"That I know," she said, her lips forming into a smile.
"That I am glad you know."
000
The sun still had not yet risen as Eowyn and the soldiers stopped to rest; Eowyn dreaded returning to Minas Tirith, but she had a gut feeling that her return was certain.
What could she do?
The answer was: nothing.
All she could do now was try her best to hold on to that distant hope that she would find a way to escape; although a large part of her kept on saying that she was hoping in vain.
000
By the time they made it to Osgiliath, the sun was already beginning to shed forth its light; Bashgash groaned in anger when he saw this, for he knew that the strength of his orc army would be greatly diminished.
Faramir, in truth, was glad when he saw this, for the shining of the sun always gave him hope, and he was determined not to even so much as attempt to harm his Gondorian brothers; he just hoped that he would find the right time to slip away and make his way back to Minas Tirith; he had never missed that city any more than he did at that moment, and he would have given anything to return.
But much to his surprise, he would not get that opportunity; for Selwyn had ordered Enderlin to tie Faramir up and stay with him in a location that was a good distance from where the battle was taking place. It seemed that he had an idea of what Faramir was going to attempt, for at first he had seemed so confident about Faramir fighting for them.
Bashgash turned to Selwyn angrily.
"I thought that he was here to fight for us! He is of no use to me bound!"
"I did what I had to; he would have betrayed us in an instant," was Selwyn's confident reply.
Bashgash gritted his teeth as the elf walked away.