The Digimon King and The King of Gondor

by Graven661

The Digimon of the Fusion Fighters were transported to the world of Middle Earth by the Code Crown and save it form Sauron that is trying to rule the world. The Digimon were scattered all over in middle earth. The two Kings will face their greatest challenge with their friends and allies to save the world. If they were worthy for their thrones and for someone they care.

8. Ch 8 The Breaking of the Fellowship

The Digimon King and The King of Gondor

Chapter 8 Breaking of The Fellowship

This will be about the Fellowship and the three Digimon in this next chapter.

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Cutemon had fallen asleep quite a while ago, still dripping from the river on top of Mervamon's head as he lay on her snake skull like helmet. He was snoring every time that he breathed out were becoming a strangely calming noise filtering into Mervamon's ear as she and Agumon continued to follow the river.

Mervamon and Agumon were both very tired, not having any sleep since before the celebration had occurred, and a brief period of unconsciousness before being dropped in a strange land.

The landscape around them had now changed and Mervamon was actually glad that they had landed in the river than there. Cutemon had nearly drowned but at least they were able to get out of the river with Agumon's help. She was now walking with Agumon next to her alongside the edge of an enormous cliff which was actually one side of the jagged ravine and the river itself was now at the bottom of that ravine. Whenever Mervamon looked down she could see no banks for the river at all, it just flowed between the towering cliff walls and turned the ravine into a channel as it continued south.

From up on the height of the cliff, Mervamon and Agumon both paused to look around. Looking at the sun, they would say that it was now after midday. Mervamon didn't know hoe long they had been going for but it had been a while and she and Agumon hadn't seen any signs of life other than small birds, trees and a squirrel. She and Agumon look up at the skies for any sign of Sparrowmon, MailBirdramon, Biyomon or her beloved Beelzemon.

But so far nothing.

This was not the best place to be in. Mervamon and Agumon didn't want to risk trying to get some sleep until they could find a place to take shelter and a place to hide, since they had no idea what kind of things might live in this area that could be a threat to them and attack them while sleeping. And they both had a responsibility to make sure Cutemon was kept safe, especially Dorulumon was not here to do the job himself when he looks after Cutemon.

Agumon then saw something up ahead. "Hey, what is that over there?" Agumon pointed what is in front of them.

Mervamon look down, she look at what Agumon is pointing at the river below in the ravine. She sees what Agumon was seeing so they both step away from the side of the cliff and hide behind the trees. Mervamon hissed to Cutemon. "Cutemon! Cutemon, wake up!"

"Huh?" Cutemon mumbled blearily as he opened his eyes. "Did we find Shoutmon yet?"

"No, not yet." Mervamon replied. "But take a look down there." "It seems we might have finally found a few locals." Agumon said. Cutemon yawned and sat up as Mervamon and Agumon stepped closer to the edge again. He look what they are seeing, his eyes then lit up when he saw what Mervamon and Agumon were seeing. Three small boats that were swiftly making their way down the course of the river and staying as far away from the canyon walls as possible. Cutemon could not make out the figures sitting in the boats but they were too far away to make out what they were.

"Hey, maybe they can tell us where we are and how to get back to the castle." Cutemon cheered, hopping to his feet on Mervamon's head. "Shall we call down to them?"

"No." Mervamon shook her head. "Let's just try to follow them for now and see if the terrain flattens out a little. Holding a conversation up here would not be good and I want to see who we're dealing with properly before we try anything. Hold on, were going to try and pace up with them."

"We will get more information if we see they are willing to tell us where we are."Agumon said.

"Okay." Cutemon nodded as he gripped on Mervamon's helmet tighten as Mervamon and Agumon both hurried along, as close to the top of the cliff as they dared stepping closer to the edge to make sure that they were still there popping back. The last thing they wanted was for one of them to spot them right now, they might think they are enemies. They were better to just stay hidden for now until they could get closer.

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The passengers of the boats in the ravine were, the eight members of the Fellowship, were now on their third day of traveling down the river by boat to get closer to their destination to Mordor. The atmosphere was now quiet, sour and a little tense, especially after some of the things that happened last night. Frodo was quieter than ever before having very little sleep and unnerved by the argument that Boromir and Aragorn had last night. Boromir himself was feeling rather sour and bitter at Aragorn for ignoring his suggestions and advice and Aragorn's mind was dwelling on Boromir's words about his fear to take over the was similarly deep in thought, but that was due to the strange disturbance in the world that he had sensed last night. He knew that things were beginning to be set in motion which would affect everything but he still had no idea what will happen. Would it help them or to Sauron? Would it make their quest easier or harder? Who can say?

There was a point where he thought he spotted something, two figures at the top of the ravine and one of them is tall and the other is short, but when he looked he couldn't see anything. He put it down in his mind as having seen a strange trees and mistaken for a person. But the Elf was still wary and alert.

But the something happened which help took their minds off all their thoughts. As the first boat where Aragorn, Frodo and Sam were sitting began to round a corner, Aragorn's eyes filled with wondrous joy and amazement and he quickly reached forward to tapped Frodo on the shoulder, uttering Frodo to get his attention. Frodo had to resist the urge to flinch but his attention was brought upwards and when he saw Aragorn was seeing he could feel his own eyes slowly widening.

"The Argonath." Aragorn breathed with satisfaction.

As they all rounded the corner they all saw it. The ravine was coming to an end with two walls drawing closer together to make a gap that resemble some kind of gate and standing on the side of it were two giant statues of stones that rose out of the ground like giant pillars. They were huge, taller even than the steep canton wall and they were amazingly carved. Just one of their boats was about the size of the little toe of one of the enormous statues.

The statues themselves were of a pair of men, dressed in long robes of stone, giant crowns adoring the tops of their heads. The one on the right has a beard and was clutching the hilt of an enormous sword to his chest while the other, who was clean shaven had his hand placed on the side of the ravine itself, while both had their left hands outstretched before them, palms outwards and sending a message to anyone to turn back now. For this was the Argonath, the gateway that marked the northern border of Gondor to anyone who might be traveling down river.

There was no doubt that these were men of royalty, even without the crowns giving the fact away. And they were meant to signify that Gondor was a country of great strength and might, and that anyone seeking to harm its realm would regret it very quickly.

"Long have I desired to look upon the Kings of old." Aragorn murmured in wonder. "My kin."

Frodo was enthralled by those enormous statues, larger than any Man made structure he had ever seen before. He felt reassured under their gaze, as if they were telling him that everything was going to be alright. Who knows, perhaps passing into Gondor would be the right time to carry the advice that Galadriel had given him.

He was not the only one enthralled either. Everyone else stared at the statues in amazement as they passed closer to their enormous feet. Even Boromir, Who is the Prince of Gondor, had never been here before and could barely keep a look of astonishment off his face. Merry and Pippin were making no attempts to hide their awe and neither was Sam. Legolas, who normally had little appreciation of such things was also finding his eyes drawn to the statues as he paddled the river with paddle in hand. And Gimli... he was thinking that the Dwarves could have done a better job but he had to admit that for the work of Men this was pretty good. The three boats rowed on through the enormous feet and out of the ravine to the enormous lake beyond, the gigantic stone Men filling their entire world as they sailed through the calm waters in between them. They were almost sad that they had to leave the statues behind, but they rowed on regardless, occasionally glancing backwards to stare at their still visible giant forms as they moved out into the lake. At the other side they could see that the lake dropped over the side of a cliff on either side of one immense boulder.

They had finally reached the falls of Rauros, which would be their final stop on the river before they carried on with their feet. And since none of them had any desire to go over the edge of the falls they made their way over towards the western shore of the lake towards a bank close to the falls but not to close to be pulled in by the current.

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As they moved out across the lake, they were completely unaware of the three beings who were still at the other end, also starting at the enormous statues in absolute amazement.

"This is... awesome." Cutemon awed. "They're so big and massive. Who do you two think built those things?"

"I have no idea." Mervamon breathed. "But I have to admit... that is very impressive. The amount of time and effort it must have taken to do something like that... it's astonishing."

"Yes. I see what you mean." Agumon said in awed. "But we never seen statues that big in the Digital World."

"Yeah. Shoutmon should do something like that." Cutemon chuckled. "We should make him build a giant statue of himself outside the castle."

"That is a very good idea Cutemon." Agumon chuckled.

"Maybe." Mervamon chuckled. "But I do notice one thing. Both of those statues are humans and not Digimon."

"Yeah, they are." Cutemon's eyes widened. "Does that mean that we're in the Human World."

"I am not sure?" Aguman murmured. "But it would seem most likely. I never did get to see the Human World than you two did."

"Humans must be a lot stronger than we thought if they can make something as amazing as that." Cutemon's eyes were wider as he look at the gigantic statues up and down.

"Indeed." Mervamon nodded. "But look, the people on those boats are moving away quickly. We need to get down there and try to find them. Hopefully they'll be able to tell us where we are."

"Can we just stay here a bit longer? I'm not done looking yet?" Cutemon muttered as he look at the statues some more.

Mervamon and Agumon both chuckled, then Mervamon said. "As amazing as those statues are, we should be thinking about our current mission first. Come on, let's go."

"Hey, there's a bird's nest in the eye of one with the beard." Cutemon pointed.

"We must not delay Cutemon." Agumon said. "We must follow those people on the boats before we lose them."

He said and Mervamon didn't pause to look at the nest, she just turn around and moved into the forest,searching for a route that would take them down below where they might be able to find the three boats. At least they seemed to be heading towards the shore they were on as well. It would have be unfortunate if they'd had to go for a swim again, for the lake was huge!

She guessed it would take half an hour or so to reach the place where the boats were heading towards. she could only hope that they made it before the people in them wandered off.

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The Fellowship had their boats up to shore and had clambered out and onto the bank they had selected to make camp. There was still a slightly tense atmosphere hanging over the group, as things had been relatively quiet between them recently. Frodo had been very edgy when he had gotten out of the boat, and there had been little noise as they each found a place to sit and rest. Merry, Pippin and Gimli quickly collected some firewood as Aragorn and Legolas unloaded the boats of various bits of gear.

"We cross the lake at nightfall!" Aragorn announced, fetching his bow and arrows out of the boat as well as his old ranger's cloak and the Elven cloak that had been given to him in Lothlorien. "Hide the boats and continue on foot. We approach Mordor from the North."

"Oh yes?" Gimli questioned from where he was crouched beside the fire surrounded by large rocks they had gathered and which they had just lit and breaking bits of wood into smaller and more usable chunks, catching Aragorn's attention in the process.

"Just a simple matter of finding our way through Emyn Muil...?" Gimli pointedly asked. "An impassable labyrinth of razor-sharp rocks. And after that," He jabbed a stick in Aragorn's direction. "It gets even better. A festering, stinking marshland as the eye can see."

They could hear the sarcasm in Gimli's voice when he used the word 'Better' and Pippin was looking very nervous at the prospect of going through that. Even Legolas looked uneasy. But Aragorn just calmly started, "That is our road. I suggest you recover your strength Master Dwarf."

"Recover my..." Gimli sputter before he just subsided with a snort and started grumbling to himself as he place the stick on the fire.

Legolas moved over to Aragorn and murmured quietly so that the rest of the group would not hear. "We should leave now."

"No." Aragorn side immediately. "Orcs patrol the eastern shore. We must wait for the cover of darkness."

Legolas turned his head to stare out into the tree line of the forest, his eyes more wary and anxious than ever. "It is not the eastern shore that worries me." He shivered. "A shadow and threat has been growing in my mind. Something draws near... I can feel it."

That got Aragorn's attention. He had been raised in Rivendell, he knew that the senses of Elves were something to be listened to and Legolas was deadly serious. The Prince of Mirkwood turned back and added. "And not only that... but I felt something strange last night. Something unusual. A disturbance in the fabric of the world and close to where we are."

"A disturbance in what sense?" Aragorn asked cautiously, now looking up into the forest himself.

"I am uncertain." Legolas murmured. "But it was like nothing I have ever felt before. Whatever it maybe, I feel it may have a big impact on the outcome of our world, and possibly our quest."

Aragorn had to resist the urge to bit his lip. He tried his best to be a calm and steady leader but when Legolas got worried then there was definitely something to worry about. Elves were not known to unnecessary paranoia. Temporary indecision gripped Aragorn. Should they proceed across the lake now and risk exposing themselves to orcs, or stay here and wait to see if something very worse found them.

Nearby, Merry stepped out of the trees with another firewood in his hands to place it beside the fire. Gimli was still grumbling himself. "Hmph. Recover strength? Pay no heed to that young Hobbit."

Merry stood up after arranging the firewood and glanced around the campsite for a couple of seconds. A frown cross his face and he uttered two words which immediately set everybody on edge.

"Where's Frodo?"

Aragorn, who had been about to respond to Legolas, looked over sharply. Sam, who had been laying against a rock wall and trying to get some rest, blinked and quickly sat up, his head darting from side to side in search of his friend.

Aragorn was also looking about wildly in search of the young hobbit, but Merry was right. He was nowhere in the campsite. He slipped off at some point when Aragorn had not been paying attention. But the Ranger spotted something else, something that filled him with a deep sense of trouble. Boromir's shield and gear were laying in a pile nearby... but there was no sign of Boromir either.

"Oh no." He murmured quietly to himself and he quickly hurried off into the forest, several of the others hurrying after him.

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Frodo wandered through the forest, seeking to be alone for a moment as he continued to ponder Galadriel's words. He had not decided yet whether he really wanted to go through with it... but Galadriel had told him that if he continued going towards Mordor with the rest of the Fellowship then the Ring would, one by one, find ways to kill or corrupt its other members. Frodo had been in two minds ever since.

On the one hand, he couldn't bear the thought of bringing any more harm to the Fellowship after what happened in Moria. But on the other hand, he was absolutely terrified at the prospect on going on such a dangerous journey by himself. How would he survive? He was no fighter. He couldn't take out a battalion of orcs or goblins the way Aragorn and the others could.

But if he carried on with the rest of the Fellowship... he would be responsible for their deaths.

Could he really be so selfish as to keep them around for his own protection? And besides, if they all remained around the Ring, then they could be just as dangerous to him as any goblin if it got into their heads. Even if he chose to go alone as Galadriel had told him.

Frodo had wandered to the foot of the ruin of what appeared to be an old Gondorian outpost or watchtower, up a flight of leaf-covered stone stairs and to the base of a fallen statue or rather the head of one. And enormous stone face was laying on its side and half buried in the ground, staring at him and Frodo couldn't help but wonder what it would suggest if it could say anything.

And then there was a voice from behind him that made Frodo's heart stop, through he kept his face perfectly neutral. It was the voice among the Fellowship that put him most on edge, the member who had so far expressed the most interest and fascinated in the Ring.

Boromir.

"None of us should be wondering alone," He said as he stepped out from behind a clump of trees, a large pile of firewood in his arms. "You, least of all," He added as he bent down to pick up another piece and add it to the pile already in his arms. "So much depends on you."

Frodo said nothing, giving Boromir a level, wary stare, trying to anticipate what he would do next. He knew that Boromir's fascinated with the Ring was not his fault. The Ring did have a will of its own and it was currently trying to dig its way into all their hearts. He could often feel it himself, like a dark hand was slowly squeezing his heart. It seemed that it had been able to burrow deeper into Boromir's thoughts than the others.

Boromir noticed Frodo staring at him and frowned. "Frodo?" He questioned. Frodo swallowed and looked away slightly, keeping Boromir in view the corner of his eye, but still not speaking. Boromir, frown still in place stepped a little closer. He was much taller than the Hobbit at least twice his height with ease, and Frodo was very aware of the fact.

"I know why you seek solitude." Boromir said quietly. "You suffer. I see it day by day. Are you sure you do not suffer needlessly?"

Frodo looked up at him again, already not liking where this conversation was going and guessing where it was heading. Boromir had been the most reluctant at the idea of taking the Ring to Mount Doom and his conversation with Aragorn last night was still fresh in the Hobbit's mind.

"There are other ways, Frodo." Boromir offered. "Other paths that we might take."

"I know what you would say." Frodo finally spoke. "And it seem like wisdom but for the warning in my heart."

"Warning?" Boromir grimaced, stepping closer again, and this time Frodo quickly stepped back away from him that was not block by a giant stone head that cut off his escape. "Against what?" Boromir questioned, turning and continuing to step towards him as Frodo continue to back away.

"We're all afraid Frodo." Boromir went on. "But to let that fear drive us to destroy what hope we have... don't you see? That is madness?"

"There is no other way." Frodo said immediately, knowing exactly what Boromir was getting at. From the moment he had first seen the Ring he had wanted to take it back to his city to try and wield its power himself. He had agreed eventually to take it to Mordor... but now it seemed his mind was back to its original desire.

Boromir evidently did not like Frodo's words, anger building on his face and as he growled. "I ask only for the strength to defend my people!" He throw the firewood in his arms to the ground as he did so and immediately sitting off alarm in Frodo's head. "If you would but lend me the Ring..."

"No!" Frodo backed away immediately as Boromir took a step closer again.

"Why do you recoil? I am no thief?" Boromir objected.

"You are not yourself." Frodo countered.

Boromir scowled, pressing his lips together before he growled. "What chance do you think you have? They will find you. They will take the Ring. And you will beg death before the end!"

This conversation and Boromir's increasing desire were more than enough to convince Frodo that Galadriel was right. The Ring was too dangerous to be kept around the others and Boromir was reaching the breaking point. Frodo knew then that he would have to leave the Fellowship and travel on alone, and he immediately turned around and began to walk away from Boromir.

Boromir did not take it very well. The Ring had a full grip on him now and he immediately started after Frodo with a snarl of anger. "You fool! It is not yours, save by unhappy chance!"

Frodo immediately increased his speed but Boromir's legs were longer and he gained quickly, causing Frodo to break into a run and cause Boromir to do the same. "It could have been mine! It should be mine! Give it to me!"

Boromir caught up and seized Frodo's back of his Elven cloak, pulling him onto his back before immediately falling on him, his hands reaching for Frodo's neck where the Ring hung from his chain underneath Frodo's shirt. Frodo thrashed but Boromir was twice as heavy and many times stronger than him and Boromir managed to grip the chain and tried to pull it out from under his shirt.

"Give it to me!" Boromir roared.

"No!" Frodo shouted, struggling valiantly.

"Give me the Ring!" Boromir yelled succeeding in pulling out the chain and gasping for the circlet of gold dangling from it.

"No!" Frodo screamed and the Hobbit quickly did the only thing that he could. He grab the Ring himself and broke it from its chain to slip it onto his own finger. Instantly he vanished from sight and Boromir hesitated, blinking in shock, but then he felt something invisible kick him in the chest and he fell backwards with a yelp, hearing a scrabbling noise as Frodo scrambled up and dashed away, a large log shifting of its own nearby as he ran off. And then there was nothing. Boromir was left alone on the forest floor, his hair straggled as he search the area for any sight of Frodo and saw nothing. The lost opportunity slowly brought a snarl of fury to his face.

"I can see your mind." He growled quietly as pushed himself upwards and roared into the forest. "YOU WILL TAKE THE RING TO SAURON! YOU WILL BETRAY US! Well, go to your death, AND THE DEATH OF US ALL!

He scrabble to his feet and attempt to step up the hill and chase after the Hobbit in a desperate attempt to track him down, still yelling. "CURSE YOU! CURSE YOU... AND ALL THE HALFLINGS!" But as soon as he spoke he stood on the corner of his cloak and tripped over, falling onto his front with a thud and sliding down hill to come to rest landed on his front at the base, his hair filled with leaves and his face smeared with dirt.

It was the jolt from the fall or perhaps it was the fact that the Ring was no longer close by, but suddenly Boromir felt a sense of freedom meaning that he could think quite clearly again all of a sudden. Almost immediately he was overcome with remorse and complete horror at what he had just been thinking and had attempted to do.

He had attempted to take the Ring! Even he had sworn an oath to protect Frodo all the way to Mordor and destroy the Ring. He had grabbed Frodo... attack him... and his mind he knew that if he had not been able to take the Ring while Frodo was still alive, he would not have hesitated to kill the Hobbit.

Oh dear Lord, what was wrong with him?

Boromir looked up slowly. The Gondorian man was tough in every sense of the world, but now there were tears in his eyes as his heart and soul were filled with sham at himself. There was a catch in his throat and his breath was coming out in ragged gasps, his eyes empty and haunted as what he had just done replayed in his mind over and over again.

"Frodo?" He asked thin air, brushing the hair out of his eyes and slowly looking for any sign of the Hobbit, only to see nothing as he had expected. "Frodo." He was close to sobbing now, his face trembling with repulsion and dismay. "What have I done? Please, Frodo. FRODO, I'M SORRY! FRODO, COME BACK!"

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Frodo heard Boromir's shouts but they were in the distance already as he fled through the forest. He had no idea where he was going and he could see very little. with the Ring on his finger he might be invisible but everything around him was grey, distorted and seemed to be in constant swirling motion. Gandalf had once told him that for mortals like Frodo, the Ring transferred their physical body to the spirit plane, making them wraith like and invisible to all. And it certainly seemed that way to Frodo right now.

Not that Frodo cared. In his blind panic and attempts to get away from Boromir he now found himself running up another flight of stone steps and before he knew what he was doing he was crouched at the base of another, smaller statue of what appeared to be three eagles standing back to back and with wings raised. He curled himself up there, seeking to make himself as small as possible even though he was invisible, gripping the stonework tightly.

But then Frodo felt something, a presence... a dark, twisted and pure evil presence suddenly falling over the top of him, over shadowing him and seeking to smother him. Frodo's eyes snapped open and his own breath became ragged as he felt the dark presence trying to overwhelm him.

Almost against his will, Frodo clambered to his feet and stared East through a gap in the statue, everything around him still swirling and distorting violently. But Frodo did not see the spiritual landscape of the area beyond the statues. What he saw was a dark tower with a orange glow on the top that seemed to be rushing towards him at high speed until he reached the base and saw thousands of orcs marching through its gates.

Then, even though the stone he was standing on was not moving, his vision rushed upwards and upwards, shooting up the walls of the dark tower, everything taking on more and more orange hue around him as his vision ascended. And then Frodo's horror, he was at the top of the tower and there, nestled between the two spires at the top was enormous, blazing and flame wreathed, stilted Eye.

The true Master of the Ring.

The Eye of Sauron.

The stilted, black pupil of the Eye narrowed at it seemed to draw closer and closer, filling up his vision entirely as it focused on him. Frodo felt panic gripping him, knowing that Sauron knew exactly where he was, in reality, still a very long way away. Frodo heard the deep voice, uttering strange words in Black Speech of Mordor as the Eye drew closer and closer, seeking to engulf him completely and claim the Ring Frodo had in his finger.

Frodo had been warned this would happen if he put the Ring on and this had happened to him before, back in Bree. Panicked Frodo stepped backwards and misplaced his foot, falling off backwards and off the edge of whatever he was standing on and pulling the Ring off his finger.

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The Eye vanished. The world returned to normal and Frodo's body appeared to drop about ten feet directly on the ground and land with a thump on his back that knocked the wind out of him. Luckily, Frodo was light and wasn't injured, but it still took him several seconds to regain his breath and try to sit up, the Ring clutched in his hand, gasping for breath.

He could see that he was now at the base of some kind of large stone structure with stairs that led up to a flat roof where the eagle statue stood, on the top of a large hill which overlooked the lake and all the surrounding areas. Though Frodo didn't know it, this was the seat of seeing atop the hill of Amon Hen which served as an old watchtower in times gone by, but was now falling to ruin like everything else around this place.

As Frodo sat up and tried to regain his breath, another voice behind him suddenly caused him to whirl around as it said. "Frodo?" Eyes wild, Frodo now found himself looking at Aragorn, who was looking down at him with one hand on the handle of his sword and look of concern.

"It has taken Boromir." Frodo gasped out immediately.

Aragorn's face instantly became a mask and he started forwards with a deadly serious expression. "Where is the Ring?"

"Stay away!" Frodo immediately yelled, scrambling to his feet and fleeing, turning around to skitter backwards as Aragorn followed him until he was back under the seat of seeing.

"Frodo." Protested Aragorn, coming to a stop next to the steps and holding his hands out to show he was not threatening and allowing Frodo to come to a stop, still very much wary. "I swore to protect you."

"Can you protect me from yourself?" Frodo challenged.

Aragorn frowned, but a look of drawing appeared on his face a moment later. Aragorn was no fool and neither was Frodo. The Hobbit could see that the Ranger had figured out that he was planning to go alone already with the one sentence alone and Frodo saw Aragorn's eyes moving slowly down to his clenched fist, his face sent in grim lines as he knew what lay within.

Frodo slowly allowed to reveal his hand, revealing the Ring in his palm of his hand. Aragorn stared at the Ring with a great amount of unease. Frodo looked up at him again, a look of desperation in his eyes. "Would you destroy it?" He asked. Slowly, his face unreadable, Aragorn walk closer to Frodo, his eyes fixed on the Ring lying in the Hobbit's palm. He stopped just in front of Frodo and continued staring at it, swallowing in trepidation as he did so.

This was one of Aragorn's tests, and one thing that he too had been worrying about for a while. He was the heir of Isildur, the man who had cut the very Ring from Sauron's finger three thousand years ago, but who had also been corrupted by it due to his weak spirit and had been unable to destroy it, thus dooming Middle Earth have to suffer Sauron rising again now. Aragorn had long worried that he too would possess that weakness of his ancestor. And now was the moment to find out.

"Aragorn."

Aragorn was barely aware of the voice that had suddenly appeared in the back of his head, faint and whispering like the deep breathing of some creature in the night. He didn't even notice, but when it occurred he felt drawn towards the Ring almost instantly and before he knew what he was doing he had stepped forward and was reaching down towards Frodo's open hand with his own. Frodo fought the urge to flinch away as Aragorn's hand hovered above his own.

"Aragorn."

The Ranger didn't move for a moment, staring at the Ring beneath his palm as if trying to decide what he was meant to do next.

"Elessar."

The voice had used one of his other names this time, an Elvish name given to him by Galadriel which translated to mean Elfstone due to the fact that he now wore the Evenstar of his beloved Arwen around his neck. Aragorn remained hesitated for a moment, before a dark look flashed across his face and he brought his other hand down, dropping slowly down to his knees so that his eyes were level with Frodo's as he slowly took Frodo's hand in his own and closed the Hobbit's fingers around the Ring, shutting it out of his sight and sending a clear signal to Frodo that he had no desire to take the Ring from him, the little golden circlet separated from his grasp by Frodo's fingers.

"I would have gone with you to the end." Aragorn said. "Into the very fires of Mordor." And he gave Frodo his final approval, moving Frodo's clenched fist back to press it against the Hobbit's chest before letting go and moving his hands away. He had done it. He had passed the test that Isildur had failed so long ago. Who knew that what would happen if he got any closer to Mordor but for now he was content to know that he had done it.

"I know." Frodo nodded.

There was a moment of silence between Man and Hobbit, both of them knowing what would happen next and neither of them like the idea of Frodo going to Mordor on his own, but knowing despite all their adventures it was the right thing to do. It was only a matter of time before some of the other members of the Fellowship began to get similar urges like Boromir and began to obsess over the Ring themselves.

"Look after the others." Frodo requested sadly. "Especially Sam. He will not understand."

Aragorn nodded once, wordlessly giving Frodo his promise that he would do just that.

But then, something caught his attention and glanced downwards, a frown appearing on his face before his eyes widened and he hissed. "Go Frodo!" And he was back on his feet, he drew out his long sword from his scabbard and in his hand in a flash. Frodo gasped and looked down at his own short sword that was hanging from his waist and instantly saw what had alarmed Aragorn. He pulled the blade slightly out of its scabbard to get a better look.

Frodo's sword was Elven make, and had been given to him by his uncle, Bilbo was the last person to carry the Ring. Bilbo had obtained the sword on his own adventures and had called it Sting because of how he used it to stab many giant spiders of Mirkwood before passing it on to Frodo for his own journey. But one of the traits of the sword was that it glowed blue when Orcs or their relatives like the Goblins drew close to act as a warning to the one who wielded it.

And right now, Frodo's sword was ablaze with blue light.

Frodo looked up wildly as Aragorn stepped away to head back out from under the seat of seeing. Aragorn turned back and said. "Run." Frodo didn't move for a second, so Aragorn repeated. "Run!" More forcefully and turned to step out into the light. Frodo jolted back to his senses, sheathed his sword and immediately run into the trees with a whirl of his Elven cloak and Aragorn move out into the open and found himself face with Orcs that appeared.

They were filling the gap in the trees on the top of the hill and were almost level with the seat already and had been moving quietly in hope of surprising them, but now they could clearly see that their prey had sighted them and they snarled in anger, brandishing their weapons and baring their fanged teeth. They were unlike any orc that Aragorn had ever encountered. They were taller, more upright like men and certainly of a sturdier and more powerful build. Where as a rabble of Orcs normally had little armor and the crudest possible weapons, these ones appeared to have the full armor, including helmets, thick breast plate and large spike swords in one hand and thick looking shield in another. some of them had white hand paint on their face, chest and shield. These were Uruk-hai. The creations of evil that Saruman had sent after the Fellowship had finally caught up with them.

The front runners wasted little time in running straight towards Aragorn at a snarl form one who appeared to be the leader and was without a helmet and had a bit of white hand mark on top half of his face. The Uruks at the front charged and the others picked up the pace, all eager for a piece of the single man standing before them. Aragorn held up his sword before his face for a moment before the first of his attackers reach him and swung its blade.

Aragorn was in motion, ducking to the side as the sword went sailing over the side of his face and stepping past the Uruk to slash into the back of its legs with his own sword and drop it. Aragorn swept back up to counter the blade of a second and push it away to follow up with and downwards stroke to the shoulder and follow up with a hefty punch to the nose of the Uruk behind it to send it tumbling to the ground with unnatural squeal, knocking over its comrades in the process.

Two more tried to leap over the fallen bodies of their comrades but Aragorn swept his sword across in a single mighty slash that cut both of them across their chest through the armor and caused them to fall backwards. Another leap over and swung for him but Aragorn's sword block the attack, as was his foot which kicked the Uruk in the knee and snarl of pain as he knocked its sword away and slashed it across the neck.

A couple more approached from behind and tried to attack but Aragorn whirled around to meet them, knocking the shield of one across with his sword to take the blow of the other in place of him. The Uruk quickly brought his shield back up to catch Aragorn's next blow and Aragorn was forced to duck underneath a slash from the second before he span around and plunged his sword through the second Uruks chest and span about again withdrawing his sword and slashing low under the shield to cut the other one across the stomach. Several of the Uruks had now overwhelm him and were trying to come at him from all angles. Having no desire to be surrounded, Aragorn quickly dashed for the stairs of the seat of seeing and pelted up them, closely followed by several Uruks, one of them slashing at his heels and just missing by inches. Aragorn whirled about near the top of the stairs and caught the Uruk up front, kicking it in the side to send it tumbling back down the stairs and into several of its comrades who all stumbled backwards as it fell.

One Uruk managed to avoid being hit and charged up to Aragorn, but the Ranger parried its strike and brought his sword hammering down into its chest to drop it as well, but more Uruks were swarming up over the bodies of their comrades so Aragorn backed further up to the top of the stairs to gain more height. The first of the Uruks that reach . the top with his slashed at his chest, which Aragorn blocked. Then it tried to slash from the mid-section but Aragorn turned its blade aside, where Aragorn nailed it in the back with his elbow and caused it to go tumbling off the edge of the seat before turning to face the next Uruks.

As the Uruks crowded around the bottom of the stairs, the tall leader, whose name was Lurtz and who had been the first and strongest Uruk-hai to be created so far, roared out at them to remind them of what they were sent here to do.

"Find the Halflings!" He yelled pushing his way into the crowded with a furious snarl. "Find the Halflings!"

The Uruks quickly responded and the crowd around the steps changed course and began to run off towards the forest in the direction that Frodo ran in search of their real goal and the burden that he carried. As Aragorn beheaded another Uruk with a clean swing of his sword, Lurtz shout reach his ears and he looked over wildly as the Uruks plunged through the trees and away from him.

In a desperate and mad to stop them as many of them from going as he could and keep their attention on him as he dashed to the edge of the seat, other swinging swords missing his Elven cloak by inches behind him before he leap off the edge with a yell of "Elendiiilll!"

He crashed on top of a large cluster of Uruks and brought them all crashing to the ground around him and fall flat onto their faces. Aragorn rolled over onto his back as another Uruk bore down on him with sword raised and swung his blade upwards so the Uruk was impaled itself on the tip and fell across its length, collapsing on top of Aragorn in a dead heap.

Most of the Uruks were still fleeing into the forest to find the Hobbits but several others saw the opportunity of an easy kill with Aragorn pinned beneath the body of their comrade and close in on him. But suddenly, help was at hand when Legolas and Gimli suddenly arrived on the scene, dashing out beneath the seat and ready for battle.

In search for Frodo the Fellowship had scattered, and the Elf and Dwarf had heard the sounds of combat and hurried to the area, the Elf with an arrow already drawn on his bow and the Dwarf with his double-bladed battle-axe in hand.

Legolas let off his arrow with a swift and shot straight to the neck of the first Uruk while Gimli throw a throwing axe which hit into the forehead of another and drop dead. Aragorn managed to push the body of the Uruk on him and surged upwards to plunge his sword through the stomach of another. Another Uruk bore down on him but Gimli cleaved straight through its thick chest armor with a mighty blow from his axe.

"Aragorn! Go!" Legolas cried as he push Aragorn in the direction the other Uruks were taking, while Gimli swung about to bowl Uruk over with a swing of his axe. The Elf leap backwards as two more Uruks ran towards him, drawn another arrow and firing it into the first so it plunged straight into its body and came out the back, causing the second Uruk to crash straight into the back of his comrade and impale himself on the same arrow and make both of them fall backwards on top of one another. Another Uruk ran straight towards Legolas from the side, but Legolas pulled out another arrow and lunged forwards to stab him in the neck with it and drop him before pulling it out and draw it, firing it into the forehead of the one behind it.

Aragorn dashed in front of several other Uruks to cut off their route into the forest and swept his blade across the legs of the first one, slashing through its shins so hard that it flip over. Aragorn rolled to the side as several more charged him, find his back pressed against another old piece of ruin as one Uruk slammed its sword into his own to push him back against it. Aragorn quickly drew the curved knife given to him by Celeborn and plunged it into the Uruk's gut, wrenching his sword free to nail it in the face with a punch and duck aside as more came for him.

There seemed to be no end to the swarm of Uruks around them, but they had to find a way of protecting the Halflings.

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Down by the boats, the beach was now now completely empty. Every member of the Fellowship had scattered into the wood in search of Frodo, leaving the campsite abandoned and quiet, except for Gimli's fire which was sputtering weakly in the ring of stones where they had left it.

Which was why nobody there to great Mervamon, Agumon and Cutemon when the tall Amazonian Digimon and her two companions finally stepped into the camp.

"Here are the boats." Cutemon frowned as they look around the empty campsite. "But where are all of the people that were on them?"

"I don't know." Mervamon muttered quietly, stepping out into the middle of the camp and Agumon followed her as they both looking around. "They should still be here."

"I have to agree with you Mervamon." Agumon said. "They can't just leave the area without their gear." Agumon pointed at the equipment on a tree and on the floor.

"Your right. Do you think we missed them?" Cutemon asked sadly, his ears dropping. "Do you think they moved on and we'll have to keep looking to find out where we are? I don't recognize any place that we've seen so far."

"And there's no sign of the others either." Mervamon agreed. "But I don't think that the people at this campsite have gone. Look, the fire's still going and a lot of their gear is still laying around the place. They're still here but... for some reason they've all gone off somewhere. How strange?"

"Well, should we wait for them?" Cutemon perked up a little.

"I am not sure the idea for them to see us is a good idea?" Agumon frowned.

"I have to agreed with you Agumon." Mervamon turn to Cutemon. "Because Cutemon how would they take a group of strangers like us in the middle of their campsite when they get back." Mervamon frowned. "But I fear that it is the only option. Perhaps..." She suddenly stopped and listened without moving a muscle, straining her ears.

"Is something wrong?" Agumon asked as he was already on alert.

"What is it?" Cutemon whispered nervously.

"Shhh." Mervamon whispered, holding a finger up to her lips. Cutemon clamped his mouth shut and Agumon was silent, the three of them listening to the sounds of the forest around them. There was no bird song and the distant sound of the giant waterfall rumbled in the background... but they heard something else in the distance as well...

... The sound of steel clashing against steel. The kind of sound of swords made when they struck against one another and it was happening now.

Mervamon's eyes narrowed. "I think that the people we were following have run into some kind of trouble."

"Fighting?" Cutemon murmured nervously. "There's a battle going on over there?"

"We should go over there and help them!" Agumon said.

"Indeed." Mervamon nodded, summoning her big sword from thin air. "I don't know whether the people we were looking for were the good guys or the bad guys... but I say that we go in there and introduce ourselves."

Cutemon gulped but clenched his fists. "Let's do it!"

"I'm with you guys!" Agumon was determine to face a battle.

Mervamon let a yell from her lips and Agumon yelled too as they charged into the trees towards the sounds of a battle.

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They were not the only ones who were charging through the woods having heard the sounds of swords. Sam Gamgee was rushing through the forest at breakneck speed for a Hobbit, shoving bushes aside and charging through the undergrowth of the forest. "Mister Frodo!" He was shouting at the top of his voice, desperately trying to find his best friend before the Uruk-hai did so far no luck.

Fear was griping Sam tightly. He had not done a lot of fighting before and he was sure that if he came up against any orcs in the area then he would have a serious problem on his hands. But the brave and loyal Sam Gamgee didn't care and plunged on regardless. If something happened to Frodo and he wasn't there to at least try and defend him then he would never be able to forgive himself.

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Frodo himself was fleeing from the Uruk-hai, stumbling through the undergrowth and his cloak snagging on bushes as he pelted through the trees. He could hear the sound of pursuing Uruks behind him, but when he glanced over his shoulder he could not see them. They were still too faraway. But he knew that they were after him now and no matter how fast he ran he would never be able to outrun them.

He misplaced his footing as he was looking over his shoulder and knocked a small sapling with his shoulder and fell off in the downward slope he was running down to tumble onto his back and go rolling, but he was back on his feet and running again moments later. The urge to put on the Ring suddenly gripped him again, but he shoved it back down desperately and scrambled upwards. He picked a nearby tree and pulled himself behind its trunk, pressing his back against it and flattening himself between the trees thick roots as much as possible and trying not to breathe. The first wave of Uruks quickly came down on the area where Frodo was lying crouched and Frodo could feel his heart pounding as they closed in on his position.

But it seemed that the Uruks, while tougher than regular Orcs, still possessed the fairly limited intelligence and one track mind that most Orcs had, for the Uruks did not bother looking around them as they ran straight past the tree and down the hill, completely missing the Hobbit that they were tracking down. Frodo pressed himself closer to the tree and froze as not to attract any more unwanted attention and, sure enough, the Uruks completely bypassed him.

The other Uruks were still at the top of the hill dealing with Aragorn's interruption so there was a momentary lure the Uruks passing the tree. During this moment, Frodo heard a hissing voice from nearby. "Frodo." Frodo glanced to his left and spotted the speaker was Merry, who was hiding in a thick bush and underneath a large, fallen log and peering out at him from nearby. Pippin was just over his shoulder, and the former Hobbit made hurried beckoning motions while the latter called out. "Hide here, quick! Come on!"

But Frodo didn't move. He just stared at the two of them for several moments, a slow and sad look appearing on his face. Merry and Pippin both slowed to a halt and stared back, a frown appearing on Merry's face while Pippin just looked confused.

"What's he doing?" Pippin asked his companion, still staring across the gap at Frodo.

Merry did not answer for a moment, but he too was quite sharp when it came to realizing what the others were thinking. And Frodo knew it. The sadness on his face increased and he just shook his head in a silent message. He couldn't join them and just hide. He had to escape and quickly.

"He's leaving." Merry breathed in slight horror.

A look of shock across Pippin's face and Frodo looked away, feeling the guilt welling up inside him at the thought of leaving these two behind, who had stuck with him all the way from the Shire, longer than he could ask more than any Hobbit.

"No!" Pippin cried and suddenly stepped forward out of the bush and towards him.

"Pippin!" Merry hissed and pulled himself out after him, trying to pull him back before he did something foolish. But at a snarl from above, Pippin pulled to a stop and grabbed Merry's shoulder, looking up the hill, were the next wave of Uruk-hai could be seen running downwards, having gotten past Aragorn again. The two of them stared at the sheer numbers of the large Orcs before them.

It was then that Merry knew they had to help Frodo to get away no matter what the cost. He turned to Frodo and said quickly. "Run, Frodo! Go!"

Then, he turned back up the hill and pointed at the Uruks, yelling. "Hey! Hey you! Over here!" And leaping up and down, waving both arms, trying to get their attention. Pippin caught on immediately and also shouted. "Hey!" And copied Merry's actions. The Uruks spotted the two hobbits and snarls of triumph rippled through their ranks as they charged down straight towards them.

"Over here!" Merry yelled.

"This way!" Pippin cried as the two of them turned around and run off in the opposite direction from Frodo, drawing the Uruks after them and away from Frodo's hiding place. The Uruks took the bait and dashed after them, gaining on them quickly as the small but brave Hobbits ran down the hill and dodged around the trees.

Frodo actually had to suppress his sobs in his throat, hoping against all hope that this was not the last time he saw his two dear friends before he pushed himself off from the trees and run in the direction of the boats, unnoticed by the Uruks and disappearing into the forest quickly.

"It's working!" Pippin cried as he dashed over a small stone bridge over a ditch.

"I know it's working! Run!" Merry cried, pushing Pippin ahead of him as the Uruks drew closer with every passing second.

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Legolas and Gimli had finally caught up with Aragorn again to help him against the waves of Uruk-hai. Legolas had drawn two long knives that he also had sheathed in his quiver and using them to great effect, ducking under a wild slash from another Uruk and lashing upwards to stab it in the neck with both blades, pulling them out as the body dropped to the floor and spinning around as another Uruk slash went over his head and stabbing his knives down into the Uruk's hip from behind and then lash out with one knife to parry another's strike while the other was brought lashing up into another's gut.

Aragorn had been knock for a loop by the blow of another Uruk as he had dispatched it with his sword and was hurriedly pushing himself back up to his feet as another bore down on him and slash down.

Aragorn was unable to raise his weapon in time, but Gimli's axe suddenly in the way and parried the blow, hooking the blade and wrenching it aside with a heave of the Dwarf's strong muscles that disarmed the opponent and allowed him to cleave his axe right into the Uruk's stomach. Another Uruk rounded the pillar Aragorn was next to and slashed at him, but Aragorn ducked and the sword clattered against stone. Quick as a flash, Aragorn plunged his dagger into the Uruk's stomach, a roar of pain from it that turned into a yelp as Aragorn grabbed it and smacked its head into the pillar.

Gimli slammed the blow of another aside with ease and brought his axe slamming back into the side of its helmet to send it rolling, roars of battle on the Dwarf's lips as he took delight in the fighting. Aragorn grasped his sword and reversed it to stab through another Uruk approaching from behind, with drawing the blade and whirling back to kick it in the chest and send it sprawling and dead.

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Merry and Pippin run on through the forest with the Uruks gaining with every passing second, but as they neared the foot of the giant hill of Amon Hen and dashed across another small bridge, Merry suddenly pulled to a halt and threw an arm out to stop Pippin. To the horror of both, the Uruks that had run pass before had doubled back on themselves and were coming straight towards them, so now there were enemies on both sides.

One of the Uruks had a giant single bladed axe and was bearing down on the Hobbits with a savage grin of success.

There was nowhere to run.

And then, dashing up the hill from the side came Boromir, sword drawn and a grimace on his face as he charged into battle, determined to redeem himself after what had happened between him and Frodo. The Uruk with the axe raised his weapon at the Hobbits but was blindsided by Boromir who seized the handle at his weapon and rammed into him, kicking him in the groin and spinning him around to slam the axe right between his shoulder blades and slay the Uruk.

Other Uruks closed in and raised their blades to strike out at Boromir, but Merry and Pippin suddenly remembered that they too had swords and quickly drew them out, ducking under the guards of Uruks and plunging their blades into the stomachs of two more and pushing them back despite their small size. Boromir swung his sword wide and cut across the necks of two others with a mighty arc and throw a dagger from his other hand that plunged into the neck of a third which shrieked and collapsed in a heap.

Boromir quickly got the two Hobbits, who had far less combat experience, behind him and turned to face the other oncoming foes, whirling his sword once deftly in his hand and wishing that he had his shield, which he had left back at camp. As the other Uruks closed in and Boromir quickly cut through the last of front runners, he whirled around to seize the hand of another that was about to slash at him and plunge his blade into its pelvis and hurl it backwards into two of its comrades and swung his his sword at another to batter its shield out of the way and cleave it from the hip to shoulder and whirl about to parry the slash of another and muscle forwards, ramming it to the ground and stabbing the fallen body.

He withdrew his blade as more and more kept coming over the hill above them, knowing that he had to protect Merry and Pippin at all costs and throwing himself into battle.

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Legolas plucked his knife out of the corpse of another dead Uruk where he had thrown it and brought it slashing up to parry and overhead blow from another. Quick as a flash, the Elf span around, throwing the enemy's blade out wide and whirling back around to slash both knives through the Uruks chest not once but twice in rapid succession, devastating the Uruks front and dropping it like a rock.

Another Uruk ran towards him and this one had a shield which it was holding in front of it, ready to take any hits Legolas threw at it. Legolas waited his time until the Uruk was almost on him and then sprang straight upwards, grabbing the branch of a tree and hauling his legs up so that not only did the Uruk's slash miss and strike the trunk but Legolas also double kick him in the face and sent him sprawling. Legolas dropped down, sheathing on knife and slinging his bow again in a single quick motion before plunging his remaining knife into the fallen Uruk's stomach.

As two more Uruks bore down on him, Legolas' hand shot up to sheath his other knife and pull two arrows out of his quiver and pull them both back of his bow at the same time, letting fly so that each arrow slammed into the forehead of one Uruk and knocked them back with no life in their bodies.

Nearby, Gimli seemed to be having fun time of his life. He slammed the butt of his axe into the face of one Uruk and ducked under a slash from the one on his side before bringing the other end of his axe slamming upwards with such force that he broke the Uruk's neck, allowing Gimli to whirl about and bring his axe striking down into the chest of one lying on the floor. Three more Uruks came charging towards him together, but Gimli was ready and waiting for them.

The sturdy Dwarf ran to meet them and slammed his axe handle up to catch the strikes of two of the Uruks before he whipped himself around to cleave the legs out from the third. One of the remaining two lash out at Gimli again but Gimli slammed his axe upwards with enough force to actually snap the blade in parry and allow his axe to slam the Uruk upside the head and slay him, leaving Gimli more than able to take down the final Uruk with a downward cleave straight to the forehead, splitting the helmet and taking the life from the Uruk's body.

"Hey Legolas!" He called over to the Elf as he stepped over the Uruk's body and parried the strike of another. "Do you think we should turn this into some sort of competition?" He swung his axe around so its end caught the Uruk in the face and twisted it around, allowing him to sweep the blade into the small of its back. "See which of us can kill the most of these guys?"

"Perhaps another time, Master Dwarf!" Legolas called back, leaping backwards as another Uruk took a vain swing at the Elf's head and fired an arrow in mid-jump that thudded into the Uruk's throat. "I fear that I have not been counting this time. We would not get an accurate account of what happened."

"Fair enough." Gimli nodded, spinning about to charge under another clumsy swing and ram his head into the chest of the next Uruk and throw him to the ground with his sturdy weight.

"Gimli! Behind you!" Aragorn suddenly yelled from where he was grappling with another Uruk that managed to get hold of him and was gnashing its teeth in his face. Gimli spun about to see two Uruks that managed to gain some height and both of them leaped off an old piece of ruin, falling towards him with both furious snarl and both swords raised.

Gimli hefted his axe and prepared to swing up one of them while Legolas draw an arrow and prepared to fire the other at the same time.

But neither of them got the chance to kill the two Uruks. Someone else beat them to it.

An enormous sword, larger in width than Legolas whole body came spinning out of the trees and a big fireball came out of the trees too as they hit the two Uruks. The sword splitting the first Uruk in half and impaling it against the wall it had jump off, causing it to hang there in a grisly display of death, and the big fireball struck the other Uruk as it was consume in flames, then its body was burn to a crisp as its body hit the ground. For a moment all activity ceased even the other Uruks were shocked in silence. The Uruk that was grappling with Aragorn stopped moving and as they all stared at the big sword and burnt body.

Then there was two roars and rumbling sound that chilled the blood of every single Uruks as everyone whirled around to look at the source and saw two strange creatures they never seen before. One of them was a woman with long green hair almost half as tall as even Aragorn and Legolas and with what appeared to be a huge snake for an arm of all things and the other was some kind of yellow dragon with red bands in his hands and it was small like Gimli with three claws in its hands and standing on two feet as they both thundered through the trees nearby, a furious battle-cry on her lips and her hair streaming out behind her as she dashed into the fray with the dragon.

The Uruks didn't know what hit them. Two of them were bowled over with a swipe of the snake arm before they knew what was happening and hit the tree trunks with sickening crunches and the woman grabbed another by the neck in her only real hand and spun it around, slamming it into the ground and snapping its neck with ease before she sprang up, snake-arm lashing outwards to close the jaws around the other and swing him like a bat, cannoning him right into four others. The dragon strike a Uruk with its claws as it slash through the armor like butter and it open its mouth and it fired a fireball right to another as it was consume in flames, while the two of them kept running.

"What...?" Gimli gasped as the tall woman and dragon run past him and the woman wrenched the sword out of the wall, causing the body it was impale to fall in a heap as she and the dragon turned around and snarled.

"Alright then." The woman growled. "Does anybody else want to mess with me?"

"I will burn you all to a crisp." The dragon spoke as he growled next to the woman.

Legolas drawn his bow and pointed it at the woman and the dragon warily as the other Uruks backed away.

"Wait! Don't shoot them!" A voice called behind Legolas as he turned to see was a small pink bunny jump out of the bushes. "Mervamon and Agumon are on your side!" He urged him. "You are the good guys right?"

"Good... guys...?" Legolas faltered. "I... supposed, yes. We fight against the forces of evil."

"Well then, you just got yourself some new allies in battle." The woman, now called Mervamon smirked as she heft her sword. "Shall we continue?"

"I have got your backs covered." The yellow dragon called Agumon smirked as he was ready to face the Uruks.

Shaking himself out of his stunned state, Aragorn remembered, breaking the nose of the Uruk who was gripping him and knocking him to the ground, where Aragorn finished him off with a plunge of his sword. The motion seemed to spark a reaction which got the whole battle ground moving again. As the Uruks shook off their stun shock as they charged back into the battle. Legolas whirled around and released the arrow into another and pulled out four more to shoot one Uruk each. Gimli charged forwards to bat the sword aside and crush his blade into his hip. Aragorn hurried forwards and plunged his blade through another Uruk and shoved it aside while barely stopping in his side as Mervamon and Agumon both leap into battle.

A swarm of Uruks charged towards Mervamon, but her eyes narrowed as she dashed in to meet them. With a mighty swing of her sword she cleaved two in half and span around to extend her snake arm out and knock two moreover. She leveled out her sword to catch the blades of two other Uruks and thrust forwards to bear them to the ground, cutting through their swords and their bodies in the same time before whirling around slam her spiked foot across the face of another.

Three Uruks charge at Agumon as one of them slash downwards at him. Agumon used one of his claws to block it and the other claw to stab him in the stomach as the Uruk drop dead. The other two were raising their weapons up as they prepare to cut him down. Agumon shouted. "PEPPER BREATH!" He fired from his mouth as a big fireball struck the two Uruks as they were consume in flames as they drop dead.

Mervamon's snake arm changed direction and seized another Uruk in its jaws to toss it upwards with a flick of its head. Mervamon brought up her foot and booted another approaching Uruk in the face without even having to lift up excessively high and send it flying back with such force that it knock over several of its comrades, allowing Mervamon to swing her sword out to one side to slice across two others and then back the other way to decapitate another.

Aragorn hurried to her side and sliced the tip of his sword across the neck of another Uruk that is approaching from the side and slammed his sword into the top of another's blade to send it spiraling out of its hand and allowed him to double back his swing and cut through its throat. "Listen." He called to Mervamon and Agumon. "I don't know who you two are or what you two are but I shall ask questions later. Right now, I suppose thanks are in order."

"Don't thank us yet." Mervamon said, burying the tip of her sword into another Uruk, lifting it into the air and tossing it aside to crash into another. "We still have to win this battle first. And then I have a few questions of my own for all of you."

"She's right." Agumon came next to Aragorn as he thrust both of his claws at two Uruks that were charging at them got stab in the chest as they both drop dead. "We too fight against evil."

"Wise decision." Aragorn nodded, skewering another Uruk through the stomach as Mervamon's snake arm lashed around to more Uruks and slammed them together, wrapping them in its coils as she continued to swing her sword.

Agumon fought another Uruk as he duck under the Uruk's slash of its blade and stab him with his claw as the Uruk shriek as it died. Agumon turn and saw a Uruk is charging towards Cutemon. "Cutemon watch out!" Agumon shouted.

The bunny gasped as he saw another Uruk charging straight towards him, but suddenly Legolas was standing over it and caught the swing of its sword on his bow, twisting it aside and slamming it in the face with it like a staff before drawing an arrow and shooting it into its head.

"Thank you." Cutemon grinned up at him.

"No trouble... Whoever you are." Legolas nodded, reaching upwards towards another arrow.

But then, a sudden loud sound echoed through the trees in the distance, blasting three times in deep thumping noises.

"It's the Horn of Gondor." Legolas eyes widened.

"Boromir needs help." Aragorn cried and dashed off into the trees in the direction the call had come from, crashing past an Uruk as he went. The bunny looked over and caught Mervamon's and Agumon's eyes. The tall Amazonian woman and the small yellow dragon both nodded, rushing over and Mervamon scooping Cutemon up to place him on her shoulder as they dashed through the forest as well.

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The Digimon now showed themselves to the Fellowship and fighting alongside with. Now are hurrying to save Boromir and the Hobbits. What happens next?

Next time Chapter 9: The Amazon, The Healer and The Dragon.