Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the LOTR characters, places etc. I'm just playing with them, if i did own them I'd be filthy rich. This is my second fanfic so I'm still learning!

Thanks to Amrawo and (). () I have answered your review at the bottom of the page.This next chapter (and the previous)is far fetched and this transformation wouldn't happen in Middle earth but I love horses and the ideaand I couldn't help myself! Isincerely apologize to J.R.R Tolkien.

Sorry i took so long updating i was busy then it wouldnt let me submit my document, i hate technology.

One Elf

Chapter 10: A promise kept for a N'ataya

Legolas was awoken by the sound of hoof beats again; Aragorn was sat up beside him too. They looked over at the fire, Nenmîr wasn't there, and neither of them gave this much thought but grabbed their weapons and Aragorn a coil of rope from Lorien. Aragorn tracked the hoof prints quickly and Legolas followed them with his sharp ears, finally they came to the river.

It was the horse Legolas had seen in Lorien! The dapple grey stood before them in the shallows, the moonlight bounced off her solid body which shone silver-grey with darker rings on it. She stood in the shallows up to her knees. Both men were in awe, having spent a lot of time around horses neither of them had seen one as beautiful as this- even the green eyes! Aragorn whispered for a bit about a plan with Legolas, they had to have this horse. Only they didn't know that they already had her.

Nenmîr looked up, her ears pricked she tensed. Legolas came slowly out of the trees. She froze. This was not supposed to happen. ATOLL! He came over to her very slowly, clicking his tongue in a non-threatening pose. She would have given him full marks for the approach if she'd been a real horse, but what to do? Walk over to him or flee? She decided to walk over to him that way while he was by himself she could tell him the truth. She walked over to meet him her head hung low, ears pricked and muscles tensed, ready to flee at any moment. Legolas sensed this and said soothing things to her in elvish, they were centimeters away, Nenmîr's heart pounded.

Her velvety muzzle came to rest in his hand for one moment before there was a cry from behind her and a rope was thrown around her neck. She panicked and turned round. Aragorn!

She reared up splashing water all over, Legolas ran round to help Aragorn. Nenmîr landed with another splash, go with them or resist? She chose the latter, probably to end with a more ill fortune, but she wasn't good at thinking on the spot. She snorted and put her ears back, not wanting to have to do them any harm really she yanked her head up and stamped her hooves. Both man and elf knew they wouldn't be able to hold her. She pulled backwards dragging both with her until Aragorn dug his heels in the ground. She pulled harder and soon both were on the floor of the shallows.

"Time for plan two!" shouted Aragorn to Legolas who quickly got up and sprang onto Nenmîr's back. She bucked, high and hard, but he was an experienced rider and hung onto her mane for dear life.

Aragorn was forced to let go as the strength of the mare was too much for one man. Nenmîr darted off into the forest at a wild gallop; slowing to a trot she did a small cat leap. He was still there. She thundered on narrowly missing trees, after a few desperate minutes they came to a clearing, she stopped sharp and threw her head up. Not expecting this Legolas received a whack on the head. Then he was promptly thrown to the ground by a massive cat leap, Nenmîr made to take off when someone caught hold of the rope, she turned sweating. It was Aragorn.

Nenmîr was tiring now she panted and sweated, exhorting every last bit of energy into rearing and leaping, tugging Aragorn around until Legolas joined him.

She stopped, her legs shook, her neck hurt where the rope was and sweat trickled down her withers. She panted quick short breaths, the two started to approach her, Aragorn put forward his hand, and using her last resource Nenmîr went for him, to bite him. The rope tightened round her neck, Legolas laid a cool hand on her heated shoulder.

He felt the sweat and heat steaming off her, there was something wrong. He looked at the green eyes, he'd never seen a horse with eyes like that, ever- and he'd seen a lot of horses.

"Aragorn, I think there is more than meets the eyes to her" he said gently as Aragorn reproached her, laying his hand on her muzzle.

"What do you mean" he asked as Nenmîr tried to bite him and turned around and successfully bit Legolas on the bum.

"Ow! Let the rope go" he ordered backing up.

"You're mad." Protested Aragorn but took the rope from round her neck.

Better now than never Nenmîr thought to herself as he removed the rope and backed away. She transformed in front of them after taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. Once she was human she felt a bead of sweat trickle down her forehead and her tunic stick to her sweaty body- great.

Aragorn gasped and Legolas blinked.

"Nenmîr!" he exclaimed after a while, "Y-you're an N'ataya?"(Closest translation for change)

She nodded slowly.

Aragorn was in shock. "I'm so so sorry!" he managed, "Why didn't you tell us?"

"You know the threat, its better if nobody knows" Nenmîr said sadly her head tilting downwards slightly, "you mustn't say anything."

"I won't, neither of us will." Legolas agreed.

"Do you promise?" She asked.

"You have our word," insisted Aragorn. Both felt strangely excited to be in the company of one of the last eight N'ataya in Middle earth.

The next day they carried on with their journey down the river, both keeping true to their words. Most of all Aragorn didn't utter a word about it either. Nenmîr hadn't been happy to trust him with her secret, but Legolas had insisted that Aragorn was loyal; and so it had turned out. Between afternoon and early evening they stopped and drew ashore for the night after passing the Argonath. Gimli was sent for firewood and Boromir and Aragorn unpacked the boats, Legolas checked the area to make sure it was safe and Nenmîr and the hobbits sat down.

A strong feeling of unease crept over her like a tiger stalking gazelle, it got worse by the minute. She peered over her shoulder as she sat down and fidgeted while watching the rest settle down for the evening.

1. Yes, you're right.
2. Who was decisive about what answer?
3. Eh? (Confused)
4. I thought I might put in a just a little bit more about her before you met the character.
5. Galadriel wanted to try and help her overcome her fear and actually do something to help
6. Galadriel talked to Aragorn because he's the leader of the group now that Gandalf has gone
7. Galadriel didn't give them a load of warriors because it would be so obvious to Sauron/Saruman seeing a load of elven guards grouped around the ring.
8. Eh? (Confused again)

Thank you very much for taking the time to think about these things and type them out for me!