AN: Well heres Chapter 4 enjoy, and I own nothing that has to do with The Lord of the Rings!

To Become a Ranger

Chapter 4

The Curse of the Nazgul

Then not three seconds later every one heard the chilling cry of the Nazgul, the most horrible thing to ever walk Middle Earth.

Both Aragorn and Alyssa jumped up, their food forgotten, along with the rest of the rangers and travelers in the bar.

Aragorn leaned over to Alyssa, "Get our stuff and the horses and meet me in the stables, do not engage in the fight, there are enough rangers here to take care of that."

Alyssa raised her eyebrow but only nodded. "And what about you?" she asked suspiciously.

"I need to check something out." He murmured to her before striding off.

Alyssa only huffed and quickly snuck up to their room where she very quickly threw everything into her bag and securely strapped all her weapons to herself. Thank god she had changed into her new cloths after they had gotten back, at least now she could blend into the night easier then most. She then strapped both hers and Aragorn's packs to her back and then snuck out the window onto a roof top that would bring her a few doors away from the stables.

She then quickly jumped off the roof and landed easily on the ground though not before she could mover her hand away from an old barrel sitting rickedly beside the building. Her hand smashed into it making a loud cracking noise and she hissed in pain as a few stitches in her left had split making the wounds bleed again. Suddenly she heard the screaming wail of a Ring wrath, a bit too close for her tastes.

She swore before setting off at a full sprint towards the stables where she hoped she would be safe. Alyssa stopped dead in her tracks as a Wrath stepped right out of the shadows and into her path while another came up behind her.

"Fuck." She breathed out, she had nothing, no fire nor light only a sword which she knew would not stand a chance unless it was true about the Elven magic, ah well her best shot was that, actually it was her only shot. She drew her sword, standing definitely; the first one advanced on her, drawing its own sword.

It struck hard and fast, she parried the blow with ease, though she was surprised that her own sword held up against the monster of the sword the Wrath carried, she doubted she could even pick it up, let alone wield it. They did this for a wile, Alyssa getting on the offensive every so often, suddenly the other one that was behind her attacked seeing that she wasn't beaten as easily as the rest. Alyssa growled and pushed her self harder and faster to become better then she had ever thought was possible. She blocked, parried, struck, dogged, parried again and on and on it went until she saw someone come with a torch. When the person saw her defending off two ring wraths at once he threw the torch at one of the wraths which screamed and sped off, Alyssa then took the surprise of the other wrath and used the last of her strength to strike the other wrath, unfortunately it was to fast and so she only clipped it with the tip of her sword, before it too sped away. Unfortunately that clip, that little blood she drew from the wrath was enough to inflicted the curse upon her, to be the mortal enemy of the Witch King of Angmar, the Lord of the Nazgul never to rest until he and the one ring was destroyed.

Dun, dun, dun

(Sorry I just hat to put that in, lol)

Alyssa woke up with the sun shining in her eyes and a really sore back, like she was sleeping on a rather pointy rock. She groaned and rolled over where she could hear some soft singing. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes and found Aragorn looking out over a ridge to a large valley smoking his pipe, singing a soft song in Sindarin.

Before she could ask him what it was about he stopped singing and turned around. "Ah so you have finally woken up." He said with a small smile on his face.

Alyssa liked her parched lips, "how long have I been out?" She asked.

"Almost a day." He answered her. He then looked at her studying her. "Do you have any idea what you have done?"

Alyssa raised her eyebrow at him trying to figure out what the hell he was talking about. She shook her head in response, "Sorry, I have no idea what you are talking about."

Aragorn licked his lips and sat back taking a drag from his pipe. "There was a legend, actually a prophecy I guess on how the Witch King of Angmar could be defeated; it said that he could not be defeated buy any man, so of course every one expected an elf or another being defeat him, but none has ever come as close as you did last night. And that tells me something; that tells me that we've had it wrong all along and that it didn't mean the race of men but of genre, of male and female. Unfortunately that is not the whole of it, it said that whom ever took the blood of the Witch King would be cursed into immortality until either he or you die at each others hand and if you are defeated he will forever walk this earth until another can step up to the challenge, but if you defeat him you will be granted the long lasting life of the Numenor and take on his heritage which once was the King of the Numenor and most likely the one that brought on the down fall of the Isle of Numenor."

Alyssa had her mouth open in shock. "I only scratched him." She protested.

"You still took his blood." Aragorn stated.

Alyssa sighed. "How long is the Numenor life span?" She asked warily.

"Well I am 87 years old myself, but other than that there is not much known about the Dunedain or the Numenor like you like to call them. They where once the great race of men, much like the First borne, they just lacked the wisdom and gained in greed, it actually was their down fall." Said Aragorn gazing off into space, he quickly shook him self out of it and turned to face her. "The best one to ask about all this is Lord Elrond who you will meet in time, but for now you must settle for that as we must get off to Bree where I am to meet Gandalf the Grey, he had sent for me earlier for a mission he needed done."

"Ah, how long will the journey be?" asked Alyssa warily.

"A fortnight maybe more." Aragorn stated.

Alyssa groaned, "And I didn't even get my bath." She whined pitifully.

"Welcome to the life of a ranger." Aragorn said with a smirk, before jumping up and packing up the meager little camp they where in, Alyssa grumbling half heartedly the entire time.

AN: Well I felt that this was a good place to start even if it is quite short, it just felt right, you know. Well the offer for Beta reader is still open so anyone PLEASE I really need one.

Thanks goes out to Shadowstalker, amrawo, and Onhiro who have all kindly reviewed.

Onhiro- Thanks for the constructive criticism helped loads, but did you know that there is no such thing as 'Horse' in the Elven language and 'Noro Lim' just seemed a bit dry alone. Athelas, though I did not know wasn't bitter, hehe woops, tells you how much I pay attention to the books; cough though I love them, they just have a wee bit to much detail for my meager brain to take in, besides I haven't even finished the Return of the King yet.

Thank you all for reading my little story and sorry for the late update, I hope to have the next chapter finished soon! Don't forget to review!

Tottles,

Lyssa Snape