I do not own the Lord of the Rings. Only Mÿne is mine.


They left in the early morning. It wasn't dark outside anymore, but Mÿne could sense that the night had just fled behind the mountains. Lord Elrond, Arwen and a few other important elves were only going to watch them leave. Mÿne tried to suppress a yawn while Elrond spoke to them.

"The Ringbearer is setting out on the quest to Mount Doom. And you, who travel with him, no oath nor bond is layed to go further than you will." he looked at each person. When his eyes landed on Mÿne she felt like giving him an assuring smile. She was the youngest of course.

"Farewell...Hold to your purpose. May the blessing of Elves, Men and all Free Folk go with you." Elrond said. Mÿne looked to the side, saw everybody bow and quickly did the same.

She layed her eyes once more on the sun-sprayed tips of the castle, the quiet and peaceful corridors and the elves who were taking curious looks at them. It might be the last time she'd ever see it. With a sigh she looked at Arwen, who seemed to be staring at Aragorn, tears in her eyes. Mÿne felt sorry for her somehow, but they needed Aragorn. She felt a hand on her shoulder, pulling her back from her thoughts. She looked at Legolas who nodded towards the road behind them.

"Come."

Mÿne smiled, turned around and followed him out of Rivendell. Her steps seemed heavy as they set out for this dangerous quest but once she was moving her feet seemed to carry her on their own.


It didn't took long before they were in the woods. It was different then before. She was used to be alone with Aragorn. She'd guided Frodo, Sam, Pippin and Merry to Rivendell. Now they were with ten and the pony, Bill. He carried the supplies, Sam guiding him. They were slow and they weren't silent. For a moment Mÿne was thinking how they would make it to Mordor with their speed and noise without being noticed by the enemy. There was Sauron, he knew the Ring was found. He himself did not move but he could sent out the Nazgûl, the dark dead kings dressed in black... And there was Gollum, who knew they left. She just knew he had been watching them leave Rivendell. Then, of course, there were orcs, goblins and other foul beasts and creatures that inhabited this world. They were an easy target.

"You look troubled, milady." Gimli said beside her. His voice was gruff and his eyes were narrowed.

"It's nothing." Mÿne said shortly, she didn't want to trouble him with her concerns about Gollum.

She took a quick glance over her shoulder at Legolas. Was he thinking the same? He didn't look occupied, he was talking to Sam about Mirkwood. He caught her gaze and raised his eyebrows. Mÿne just shook her head and continued walking. Clearly he wasn't worried, then why would she be? Legolas' hearing and sight were perfect, he could've noticed Gollum from great distance.

At sundown they stopped in the woods, much to Mÿne's pleasure. They made a small fire underneath the roof of leaves above them. Stars were gathering in the dark sky. The fellowship was tired. Sam was yawning, Frodo looked extremely exhausted and even Gimli was more grumpy then usual.

"I'm starving! I haven't eaten for 4 hours!" Pippin said while slumping down against a tree.

He closed his eyes and moaned. Gandalf frowned and was about to shout at him, but he remained silent. Instead he grabbed something from underneath his cloak and tossed it at Pippin. It was a small apple. Pippin catched it clumsy, smiled slightly at Gandalf and dug his teeth in it. After saying he was going hunting Aragorn vanished in the darkness of the woods. Mÿne sighed, put down her bag and leaned against it. It wasn't exactly cold, but she was glad there was a fire. She took a peek at Boromir who was lighting it. His bangs were covering his eyes but Mÿne could see how tired he was. He sat back and tilted his head backwards, closing his eyes. Mÿne pulled her bag towards her and started to dig in it, looking for her pipe and weed.

"Here," she said to him while she handed it to him. "I think you could use that."

Boromir looked at her, surprised but then gave her a small smile. He nodded and filled the pipe.

"Thank you. I normally don't smoke but on a perilous journeys like this..." he sighed and lightened it with a stick from the fire in front of them. Small clouds of smoke appeared around him. Mÿne leaned back on her bag and relaxed. The last chirping of the birds could be heard and she dozed off for a while.


"Now what's all this panic about this Ring?" Pippin said while chewing on a piece of roasted deer. Merry looked at him while rubbing his stomach. He shrugged and grabbed another piece of meat. Mÿne, who sat across of him looked at the two. She took a glance to her side where Aragorn sat. He was talking with Boromir and Gandalf and didn't seem to hear Pippins question. Gimli and Legolas were also talking, although it looked more like an angry argument. She turned her gaze back to Pippin and threw away a bone from a piece of roasted deer she'd been eating.

"Your borders are well protected. It is no surprise you never have heard of it." she mumbled to them.

"Heard about what?" Merry said.

Mÿne thought back at what her dear father, Breothor, had told her when she was a kid. He had told her a story about old evil cloaked men, ugly creatures and how elves had saved them. She didn't understand back then what it was about. Aragorn had explained when she was older. She'd asked him when she'd overheard him with a fellow ranger.

"Sauron didn't make just this One Ring. He made many more, for elves, men and dwarves. They were used to give them power over their own people. But Sauron deceived them, this One Ring was forged with all his cruelty. With this One Ring he could dominate and rule over them."

"So... it's like a..Masterring?" Merry asked, frowning. Mÿne nodded.

"What happened?" Pippin asked, his mouth hanging open for a bit. He was too busy listening to notice, the piece of meat in his hands long forgotten.

"Well, an alliance of Men and Elves was made to stop Sauron. They fought at mount doom, where Isildut cut off Sauron's hand. Isildur took the Ring..." Mÿne sighed and took a glance at Frodo. The ring was still around his neck and Mÿne just knew that it was awaiting its chance. "And after Isildur died it went missing for a long time." she said. Maybe it was better not to tell them about Gollum and his obsession with the Ring, they would only worry.

Merry and Pippin looked at eachother.

"I never knew." Merry said, clearly impressed, "All this time we lived in the Shire... there was War?"

Mÿne nodded and Gimli, who had finished his argument with Legolas chuckled.

"You should be glad, master Meriadock. War is a terrible thing." Gimli shook his head, still smiling, "Although I have to say I won't ignore a nice game of cutting orcheads."

"Orcs?" Pippin asked, his eyes huge. "W-What are orcs?"

"Ugly creatures of Evil. They even smell like Evil. Let's hope we run into them often. We could practice your battleskills!" Gimli laughed at the two Hobbits who looked terrified at the idea itself.

"Let's hope we don't." Mÿne mumbled, "You never know which one may survive and will tell its Master..."


They set up watch that night. Aragorn and Legolas took the first watch, Mÿne and Boromir the second and Gandalf took the third on his own. Mÿne made herself comfortable and closed her eyes, listening to the crackling fire and the soft whispers of the trees. Again she had this strangest dream.

She was surrounded by trees, dark trees. Normally she wouldn't mind but there was something strange about these. They had this dark feeling over them, like they were watching her. Some faint whispers could be heard.

Mÿne stepped through the forest, trying to find somebody when she suddenly reached the last trees. In front of her was a huge cliff. Mÿne bend over slightly but she couldn't see a bottom. There was nothing across the cliff, only dust, rock and burned branches.

She was about to turn around and go back into the dark forest when something shiny came into view. It was falling down from the sky. In reflex Mÿne held out her hand and her fingers grasped around a small circular cold item. Mÿne didn't even need to open her hand to know what she was holding. With squinted eyes she looked up to see who or what had tossed the Ring, but she didn't spot anyone.

Mÿne opened her hand and looked at the golden Ring in her hand. It was as beautiful as she'd remembered it. So round and shiny... She held the little thing between thumb and indexfinger to look at it carefully. Inscriptions started to appear on the Ring, like someone marked them with red ink. Wind rushed around her, her hair flowing around her. The landscape on the other side of the cliff seemed to change, the dust, rocks and twigs disappearing quickly. It was like an unstoppable force pulled her over the landscapes.

A huge tower came into view. Dark voices filled the air with words she couldn't understand. The tower was close now and her arm raised. It was pulled by the Ring. Mÿne could see the black ornaments on the tower, its dangerous spikes, roaring trolls and yelling orcs. She didn't want to see. She didn't want to know. She tried to close her eyes but they didn't work with her. She was bound to look. Bound to raise her arm with the Ring. And suddenly she stood in front of a huge ball of fire, it flames roaring and almost scorching her. It was shaped like an eye. A big eye with one vertical pupil, staring at her.

"I see you." it said, his words packed with whispers and echos.

The ring pulled her to the eye, the flames growing bigger and wilder.

"No! NO!" Mÿne yelled, "LET GO OF ME!"

"I see you."

"NO!"

Someone was shaking her. With a big gulp Mÿne flew up. Her head felt sweaty and her hands were cold, funny enough. She looked up and saw Aragorn looking at her. His eyebrows were knitted in a big frown and his eyes twinkled darkly. Mÿne could tell he was concerned.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

Mÿne panted for a second, trying to catch her breath.

"Bad dream." she said, gasping for fresh air.

"You talked in your sleep, what happened?" he asked, putting his hand on her shoulder. Mÿne looked at him again, should she tell?

No. She would only worry him.

"It's nothing. Is it my shift yet?" she asked, throwing off her blanket and pushing it in Aragorns arms. "Get some sleep." she said, putting on her cloak and fetching her pipe from the ground. She filled it with Bree-leaves and lit it with a twig from the already dying fire. As she sat down she could feel Legolas stare at her. With an irritated look on her face she looked back at him.

"What?" she grunted. But he didn't answer.

Elves. They always needed to be so mysterious. Mÿne bit on the end of her pipe, thinking hard. She was recalling her dream. She didn't remember much, but the Ring, a tower and fire. A lot of fire. Her eyes squinted as she tried to remember. The Ring had pulled her almost into the flames. Almost killing her.

Finally Legolas went to rest, Boromir taking his place. They didn't talk much but the usual chit-chat, about their homes, their lives. Mÿne wasn't really paying attention, all she wanted to do was sleep a dreamless sleep. She could ask Gandalf about her dream, but then again, maybe it wouldn't return? Surely it was nothing to worry about, and she surely wouldn't bother Gandalf with it. He was busy enough, leading this insane journey.