Hey guys! Here is the start of Two Towers! I apologise for the shortness of the chapter, but I've tried to add some things into it to lengthen it a bit more. Hope it's good enough for you all.

Review responses;

Dinosaur Imperial Soldier – Well luckily, they never have the time to find that out thanks to Eomer!

BurnedSpy – Well, here it is! Hope you like it!

Kionforever89 – Yeah, my emotions went haywire when I was writing that chapter as well. For Faron, family is the most important thing for her, so finding her blood brothers is a big thing for her.

MajesticLunicorn – Ha! Well that was good timing then!

I think it's sweet too, as I've said before, it wasn't going to happen at first until the idea came to me so I found a way to put it in. And I'm glad I did.

As much as I love that Faron has found her brothers, I didn't want their reunion to drag on and thought a short, simple, sweet reunion would be good for her. It seemed like a good place to end it.

Don't worry, I will keep writing!

Rohirrim Girl 2187 – I'm glad they've found each other and her brothers accept her no matter what. I also get sad by Boromir's death.

TheStoryDreamer (for Chapter 1) - :D! I'm glad you do! That was my wife's idea and I'm glad it worked well!

TheStoryDreamer – I'm glad you think so, here's the next chapter!

Uruk Hunting

For the past few days, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and I have been chasing after the Uruks that killed Boromir and have taken Merry and Pippin captive, but so far we have come up empty. We haven't stopped for anything apart from to drink from our water skins.

Every so often, I can hear Gimli grumbling away from behind me, which causes me to grin as I know he is not used to travelling as we have been. Being used to staying in either Ered Luin or in Erebor while doing his duties. This journey will be, as far as I know, the biggest he has been on, having been too young to join us to reclaim Erebor. Due to this reason, I stay by my nadadith as much as I can as we run.

Aragorn leads the way, stopping every so often as he surveys the land around us, by either dropping onto the ground, with his ear pressed into the earth as he listens for the orcs thundering footfalls, or examining the dirt for footprints or disturbance in the rock and foliage.

Legolas and I keep to the middle of the group, Legolas stopping to look back to Gimli and I to make sure we're alright and are keeping up.

On the third day of our hunt, I look up to see Aragorn is lying down with his ear pressed to the ground.

"Their pace has quickened. They must have caught our scent. Hurry!"

He runs off. Legolas turns back to Gimli.

"Come on, Gimli!"

I stop and wait for him as he stands beside me.

"Three day's and night's pursuit. . .no food, no rest, and no sign of our quarry but what bare rock can tell."

"We'll find them soon, nadadith." I say as we move on. "We have to."

We spend the rest of the day running across plains and hills, following Aragorn's lead. Every now and then I look back and wait for Gimli to catch up.

Legolas and I soon enter a valley and see Aragorn bending down, we almost run past him before he stops us.

"Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall."

Looking to his hand, we see a leaf brooch from the cloaks we were gifted by Galadriel. My heart soars in hope.

"They may yet be alive."

Aragorn nods to me as he stands. "Less than a day ahead of us, come!"

Gimli stumbles and rolls to the ground.

"Come Gimli! We are gaining on them!" Legolas shouts to him.

"I'm wasted on cross-country. We dwarves are natural sprinters. Very dangerous over short distances."

I just grin as I run on after Legolas and Aragorn. The four of us come over a hill and pause, gazing across the plains.

"Rohan. Home of the horse-lords." Aragorn says. "There's something strange at work here. Some evil gives speed to these creatures, sets its will against us."

Legolas runs on ahead and stands on a small hill to scan the landscape before him.

"Legolas! What do your elf eyes see?"

"The Uruks turn Northeast. They are taking the hobbits to Isengard!"

"Saruman."

Now that we know which way they are going, we continue on Northeast, running through the day and night. As dawn approaches, a red sun rises behind us.

Legolas stops as he looks to the sun. "A red sun rises. Blood has been spilt this night."

We stop in the middle of the plains as Aragorn goes to his knees to scan the ground before the sound of horses are heard. Looking to the left, I can see between fifty and a hundred riders coming towards us. We all hide behind a large boulder until they charge past.

"Riders of Rohan! What news from the Mark?" Aragorn asks as we come out of hiding.

At a signal from the leader, the riders make a quick turn and head towards us, encircling all of us. I have to smile at myself as I am reminded of my first visit to Rivendell with my kin. As the riders stop, they point their spears at us.

The leader rides through and addresses us.

"What business do two elves, a man and a dwarf have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly!"

"Give me your name, horsemaster, and I shall give you mine." Gimli says.

The leader gets off his horse and strides over. Aragorn puts a hand on Gimli's shoulder to stop him from doing anything to get us in trouble.

"I would cut off your head, dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground."

I glare at him as he says this and within seconds, I have my bow out and an arrow notched onto it and pointing at the man. Legolas does the same, also feeling the need to protect the dwarf.

"You would die before your stroke fell!" I growl at him. No threatens my kin and gets away with it!

I can feel and sense the tension from the other riders as they come closer, the spears closest to me coming within inches of my skin. Aragorn lowers my arm, while giving Legolas and I a look for me to keep calm. I keep the bow lowered but don't put it away as I keep my glare on the leader.

"I'm Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is Gimli, son of Glóin, Legolas, from the Woodland realm and Faron, daughter of Thorin of Erebor." The leader glances to me for a moment. "We are friends of Rohan and of Théoden, your king."

"Théoden no longer recognizes friend from foe. Not even his own kin." The leader removes his helmet and I instantly recognise him to be Eomer, son of Eomind and Theodwyn, my old friends before they died.

The spears are withdrawn and I put away my bow and arrow.

"Saruman has poisoned the mind of the king and claimed lordship over this land. My company are those loyal to Rohan. And for that, we are banished."

Poisoned? I instantly worry for Theoden, who I have known since he was a small child.

"The White Wizard is cunning. He walks here and there they say, as an old man, hooded and cloaked." Èomer gives Legolas and I meaningful looks. "And everywhere his spies slip past our nets."

I just scoff at this. Me a spy? Really?

Aragorn speaks up, drawing Eomer's attention from us. "We are no spies. We track a band of Uruk-hai westward across the plains. They have taken two of our friends captive."

"The Uruks are destroyed. We slaughtered them during the night."

I panic at this. If the Uruk's have been destroyed, then what of Merry and Pippin.

"But there were two hobbits, did you see two hobbits with them?!" Gimli exclaims, having the same thoughts as me.

"They would be small, only children to your eyes."

"We left none alive." He points to some smoke in the distance. "We piled the carcasses and burned them."

"Dead?" I ask, not wanting to believe it.

Eomer nods at me, his eyes full of grief, sorrow and regret. "I am sorry."

I feel Legolas lay a hand on my shoulder to give me some comfort.

Èomer whistles. "Hasufel! Haleth! Arod!"

Three horses appear, two brown and one white.

"May these horses bear you to better fortune than the former masters." he nods. "Farewell."

Èomer mounts his horse.

"Look for your friends, but do not trust the hope. It has forsaken these lands. We ride north!"

The four of us look on as the Riders depart. I look to Aragorn.

"We're going to try to find them, aren't we? They have to be alive."

He nods. "We'll find them, muinthel, don't worry."

He mounts Hasufel, one of the brown ones and Legolas mounts Arod, the white one and I help Gimli up behind him before mounting Haleth and we ride up the hill where we see the burning corpses of the Uruks. As we dismount, Gimli starts going through the pile with his axe for a while before he pulls out a charred belt.

". . .It's one of their wee belts."

Legolas bows his head and closes his eyes. "Hiro hyn hîdh ab wanath."

I also bow my head, a hand over my mouth as I try not to let my tears fall. How could we fail those poor hobbits? Aragorn kicks at an orc helmet. He yells as if physically injured as he falls to his knees. I walk over and kneel next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as I hold him.

"We failed them." Gimli says sadly.

Aragorn pulls away from me as he looks to the side, following his gaze, I see tracks which has caught his attention.

"A Hobbit lay here, and the other. They crawled." Aragorn starts to follow the tracks, with Legolas, Gimli and I behind him. "Their hands were bound." he picks up a broken rope. "Their bonds were cut. They ran over here. . .they were followed." We follow Aragorn as he runs forward. "The tracks lead away from the battle! Into. . .Fangorn Forest."

We look up into a very dense forest.

"Fangorn! What madness drove them in there?" Gimli asks.

As I look to the forest, I don't know which would have been better. Being with the Uruks, or in this forest. . .

Well, there we have it. Next we're into Fangorn and Gandalf! Oh my goodness I can't wait for that! Keep leaving your lovely reviews and stay tuned for the next chapter!

Translations;

Nadadith - little brother

Muinthel - sister

"Hiro hyn hîdh ab wanath." (May they find peace in death.)