Now before I start, I thought you'd all like to know what the Southlands look like. Since I can't scan the map and post it, I'll just have to tell you.

Imelanga (eemellahnga) is the northern most region on the southeastern side on Gondor. Nodia (nodeea) is southwestern of Gondor and a few miles shorter. South of Nodia is more of Imelanga (it kind of stretches throughout the entire area), including the Eukayrah Gorge (youkaira) and Stampede River. South and slightly east of Northern Imelanga is Redroban. It's fairly small. And right below that is the barren, black land of Arctas.

And seriously, is anyone going to leave me any reviews? You know, should I continue this or not?

The group made their on horseback through Rohan and was lucky enough to have a guide through Gondor until they reached the northern most tip of Imelanga.

According to the map, they were right along the border of Imelanga and Redroban. Now all they had to do was find someone to guide them through to Arctas.

"Wait!" Legolas cried, halting the others.

"What is it, Legolas?" Gandalf asked.

"Heavy footstep draw near."

"We must hide." Gandalf announced silently.

But before they could move, a flash of purple and black flew into a tree above them.

"What was…?" Aragorn pondered for a short minute before Legolas yelled, "Orcs!" and tackled him.

Arrows shot overhead as the same purple and black flipped out of the tree, landed in a summersault, and then froze. There stood a tall, strawberry-blonde she-elf, aiming four arrows at the stunned orcs. In a whir, all four of them were on the ground.

With the enemy dead, she stood up and turned to them.

"Are you alright?" she asked, tucking away her bow.

Legolas' eyes zeroed in on the inscriptions on her bow.

"Yes, thank you, lady elf." Aragorn answered, dusting himself off.

"Your bow, "Legolas said, staring at her, "you are a Lothlorien elf?"

"Tancave! (yes)"she replied gleefully.

Suddenly, a voice sounded from the trees.

"Revlis!" it called.

Aragorn, Gandalf, Gimli, and Legolas grasped their weapons

"Huh?" the she-elf whipped around.

"Revlis! Where are you!" the voice called again.

A blonde she-elf appeared through the trees.

"Revlis! There you are." She began to stride forward when an arrow slammed into her stomach. She staggered for a moment, then fell.

The Lorien elf raced forward to her friend, the others followed.

"Aural!" she cried, dropping to her knees at the sight of her friend, "Aural, are you alright?"

Aural uttered a small groan.

"Oh my…" Revlis heaved her friend onto her back.

"P-pull…it…out." she said weakly.

"Let me see it." Aragorn said, kneeling to examine the wound.

"It is not fatal, " he said finally, "the arrow will come out."

He put his hand carefully around the broken shaft.

"Are you ready?" he asked her.

Aural gave a small nod.

"Alright." Aragorn twisted it a bit to find the grooves of the edges and slowly started to pull it out. The she-elf winced in pain, but did not make a sound. He stopped with it half way out.

"No, " she said again, "keep going."

Aragorn gave a nod and slid it out.

"We must camp here tonight." Gandalf announce, "We will help your friend tonight in exchange for one thing."

"What is that?" Revlis replied.

"That you two lead us to the land of Arctas."

"Arctas! The barren land? Why? For what reason do you wish to travel there?"

"We track the White Wizard Saruman. Perhaps you have seen him?"

"Tancave, we have. He asked of the whereabouts of the Sereg Yanta. We told him we did not know.

Aural can usually survive an arrow fairly well, but he must have bewitched her, making her weak."

"So will you take us?"

"Yes."

"Then it is settled. We make for the south in the morning."

Sorry this took so long my ever-so-vital readers. I will try to speed up the composing of the further chapters.