Aragorn helped you move to sit closer by the fire, you reassured him that you were perfectly fine but he had insisted. Once you were near enough to the fire, he wrapped you in a blanket. Frodo was already there, sitting wrapped in a blanket as well. You felt tired and your wound ached. You thought about the vision you had and the whole interaction with the man.

'I wonder what he was going to say,' you think to yourself, slightly resenting that Aragorn had pulled you from the vision. You close your eyes, trying to visualize every detail about the man and his surroundings. You think about the look of disgust on the man's face when he realized you didn't know who you were. 'I must have meant something to him. I wonder who he is.'

Slowly, you stated to sink into sleep. Once again, you were roused by Aragorn. "Sky," he said, this time using your alias. You cracked your eyes open and looked at him tiredly. "I'm going to clean your wound now."

You nodded your head in acknowledgement, just wanting to sleep. 'Sleep. How odd... I've never really wanted to sleep before...' you thought to yourself, momentarily surrendering to the feeling.

You let out a shout as you rouse yourself, causing Aragorn to jump. "Did I hurt you?" he asks, looking worried.

"No," you sniffed the air, "Whats that smell?"

"Kingsfoil."

"It smells very refreshing." You watch as Aragorn returns to cleaning the wound. He's very gentle as he cleanses it and then bandages it. "Do you know what the nazgul said to me?" you ask him in a quiet voice.

"I don't. The black speech is one language I don't know well." Aragorn looks you in the eyes, "Do you know what they said?"

You hesitate for a moment but decide you should tell him what you knew. "They said Moraina and the leader asked me to give him the ring..."

"Moraina?"

"Yes... what does it mean?"

"I'm afraid I'm not certain. It doesn't sound like black speech..." Aragorn sits back and thinks for a minute. "It sounds like a name but it has no significance to me."


In the morning, it was time to depart. Your shoulder was aching and you felt tired and weak. Aragorn had the luggage unloaded from Bill the Pony so that you and Frodo could take it easy and ride rather than walk. You declined the offer as you didn't want to burden Bill and allowed Frodo to just ride by himself.

As the days went by, even Frodo sometimes had to walk as the ground was too rocky and steep for Bill to manage with a rider on his back. At nights, Aragorn would light a fire and place you and Frodo next to it. Throughout all this, you felt yourself growing weaker and weaker, the term 'fading' coming into your mind from time to time, though you managed to hide it from the hobbits. Aragorn was not fooled though and he spent more time looking after you and making sure you were doing alright. The truth of the matter was that you were growing less aware of your surroundings and you felt as though your mind was getting fuzzy.

When you drew closer to Rivendell, you were met on the road by an elf named Glorfindel. He and Aragorn knew each other quite well. Aragorn had Glorfindel look over both you and Frodo. Glorfindel looked over Frodo first and placed his hand over his wound. Somehow this seemed to help Frodo. Glorfindel studied your face briefly. You thought you saw a look of bewilderment flash across his face but he said nothing and tried some healing magic on your wound as well, though you didn't notice much of an effect.

As you drew closer to Rivendell, you became less able to keep up and kept stumbling along. It got so bad that they actually forced you to ride Bill. Eventually you fell into unconsciousness for awhile and had another vision.

"Moraina, its so sad to see you in this state," a voice said. You open your eyes and see the man in Baraddur, hes kneeling over you. Even in your vision you feel weak. "I can help you, if you'll allow me."

"Huh?" you weakly moan.

"All you have to do is submit to me and I can heal you," the man said. The offer sounded really tempting, but you finally knew the identity of this man, it was Sauron.

"No... I can't do that..."

"Even poisoned, you're still stubborn as ever Moraina. But soon enough your refusal will no longer matter. If you don't submit to me now willingly, you will become an unwilling servant. Its only a matter of time and for you, time is swiflty running out." He places his hand over the wound on you shoulder. "This is your last chance."

"No... I can't..." you whisper weakly, closing your eyes. You faintly hear him yell in frustration as the vision fades away.

Suddenly you are woken back up to reality. You find that you are being carried by Aragorn. "Hello there," you say weakly. You study his face for a moment. "I don't think I like looking at you from this angle. I think I'd like to walk again."

"Shh Sky," he says, "you're fevered."

"Even so, I'd like to try it," you reply, making a feeble attempt to get out of Aragorn's arms. He is able to hold you firmly and you're unable to escape.

"What makes you think you can walk when you can't even ride a horse?"

"I think I'm going to have to," you say, fear creeping into your voice. Over Aragorn's shoulder you see some of the Black Riders. "Black riders," you hiss "approaching rapidly in the distance."

Everyone heard you say it. They placed Frodo, who was also in bad shape, on Glorfindel's horse and sent him off. You managed to find the strength to run with the rest of the group.

You ran as hard as you could, but you were betrayed by your dwindling strength and started stumbling. You were unable to keep up and were snatched up by one of the Black Riders. "So we meet again," the rider hisses in your ear.

You look up and can see him clearly before you. "Angmar..." you moan as the world turns black around you.