Aragorn returned to the room later in the evening, bringing four hobbits with him. They looked about nervously, as though they weren't sure whether or not they could or should trust the ranger. One of the blonde hobbits noticed you and let out a gasp. He tried to utter some words but was apparently speechless. The only word he managed to squeak out was "elf!" Then he clung to one of the brown haired hobbits and tried to hide behind him, reminiscent of a child clinging to the skirts of its mother.

"Strider, who is she?" one of the hobbits asked. This hobbit appeared to be the leader of the group. You looked at Aragorn, raising an eyebrow at him, confused about why even the hobbits were calling him by this new name.

"My name is Sky," you reply before Aragorn has the chance to say anything. Aragorn returns your look. 'If you get to go by a nickname, so should I!' you think pointedly, holding eye contact with the ranger. Aragorn nods slightly at you, almost as though he had heard your very thought. You feel a bit disturbed by thought of him hearing your thoughts and break eye contact with him. You turn your attention back to the hobbits. "Who are you four?"

"I'm Frodo," says the brown haired one who appeared to be the leader, "and these are my friends, Sam," he gestures to the one clinging to him, Sam blushes and quickly waves at you, "this is Pippin, and the other is Merry." Pippin and Merry both greet you.

"I believe I owe you all some answers," says Aragorn. "Why don't you all take a seat?" Aragorn motions vaguely around the room and the hobbits get settled in. "I know what hunts you," he continues eerily. "The Black Riders."

"How did you know-..." one of the hobbits whispers.

"The Black Riders are servants from Mordor, they serve the dark lord, Sauron."

You accidentally end up tuning out at the mention of the words Mordor and Sauron. They feel so familiar that you can picture it very clearly in your head, a open and wasted land, filled with toxic waters. A black tower is in the middle and residing in it, a powerful man in horrific looking armor. Somehow, you can even see his face, it is very handsome and fair, attractive, really. The man is occupied looking at something on a workbench, it appears to be a ring of some sort. Suddenly, the man seems to notice your presence and turns to look at you, you feel both intrigued and mildly afraid. The vision fades out before the man can see you.

"Woah," you whisper, suddenly coming out of your trance. You're surprised to see that everyone is looking at you, concerned. You're embarrassed and you feel your face turn hot. "S-sorry..." you stammer, "it just felt so real."

"What did?" asks Aragorn, he looks more concerned than the rest of the group.

"I-I was just imagining how I thought Mordor looked, the name felt so familiar. But maybe it was a little more than that?" Everyone is looking at you with interest, making you feel more uncomfortable.

"A vision?"

"I don't know... I think maybe I've just seen the place before..." you trail off. You wanted to say more and tell them about the man you had seen but it didn't seem like something you should speak about, not yet at least.

"I think I've told you about all that I know of the current situation. You all should settle in for the night, you won't be safe in the room you've rented," Aragorn says to the hobbits. He turns around to look at you, "I'd like to speak to you outside for a moment."

You follow Aragorn out of the room, you feel anxious. "Aiweneth, what exactly did you see?" he asks gently.

"I saw a rugged land with a tall black tower in the middle," you answer.

"Is that all?" Aragorn probes.

"Yes, that's all. Why?" You've decided you won't tell him about the man right now. "I've probably seen a painting of it or something. Maybe someone had described the place to me before."

"Perhaps that is so, but perhaps not..." Aragorn appears to be contemplating saying more about what had happened. "I don't want to worry the hobbits too much, but I think the Black Riders will be here tonight. They are going to look through the hobbit hole room and they will come up empty handed. They will be angry. Keep your sword handy tonight, Aiweneth."

"I will. Can I ask you something?"

"What is it?"

"Why do they call you Strider?"

"Strider is what they call me in this area. The only thing the people know about me is that I'm a ranger from the North. Before we go back in, did you find all the info I told you tonight helpful?"

"To be honest, I didn't hear any of what you said after you mentioned Mordor," you say, feeling downcast. You quickly look down at your feet.

"I reckon you'll hear all you want and more when we get to Rivendell." Aragorn turns to go back into the room, you make to follow him, he pauses. "From here until we get to Rivendell, you must be alert and prepared for anything. It is a dangerous road ahead. More dangerous than the hobbits realize."

That night you hear a commotion from down the hall, it even wakes the hobbits. Aragorn motions for everyone to stay silent and stay where they are. You hear an icy high pitched cry of frustration. It sends chills down your spine. You know its the nazgul and they've just come up empty handed. You wait alert for the rest of the night, but nothing more happens. You know this isn't the last you will hear of them.

In the morning, Aragorn shows you and the hobbits the damage the nazgul have done to the room. You realize that this is much more dangerous of a journey than what you previously thought. For a moment, you wish that Aragorn had let you stay behind in Mirkwood. You feel guilty about this thought and resolve to keep the hobbits safe along this journey.