A/N: WHAT TO EXPECT IN THIS CHAPTER: The Fellowship continue with their journey; our shinobi heroes must make a choice that will make an impact on the outcome of the Fellowship's quest; Boromir starts to lose it, setting off a chain reaction for the Fellowship.

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THE CHOICES OF TEAM SEVEN

"There is never a good time to make a hard decision."
– Charles Orlando.

Dawn broke over Lothlorien's Silverlode River Bank as an elegant ship, carved in the likeness of a swan, glided across the calm water. Galadriel stood in it, looking regal in her formal white velvet dress and veil. On the shore, cloaks are fastened around each member of the Fellowship with green, silver-veined leaf brooches.

"Never before have we clad strangers in the garb of our own people." Celeborn finished securing Aragorn's cloak about his strong shoulders. "May these cloaks help shield you from unfriendly eyes." The Elves prepare for the Fellowship's departure. Legolas is among them, helping to shift small parcels into a set of boats provided by the Galadhrim. Sakura and Naruto who were nearby storing the same packages onto a nearby boat, pulled out a thin wafer and frown down at it.

"What is this, Legolas?" asked Sakura as Naruto sniffed at it, curiously fox-like. Legolas took it from her and smiled.

"Lembas! It's Elvish Way-bread." He tore off a small piece of the wafer and nibbled on it. "One small bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown man." He put the rest of it back in the wrapper and retreated back up the shore, leaving both hobbits and Sakura and Naruto by themselves.

"How many did you eat?" asked Merry casually.

"Four." Pippin and Naruto replied simultaneously. Sakura made a face.

"Ugh. I hope you don't get sick 'cause I'm not cleaning it up." She threatened, before turning and following Legolas as Pippin burped, and Naruto shrugged.

"Well, how were we supposed to know we weren't supposed to eat the entire thing in one sitting?" asked Naruto, to both hobbits before he wondered off, searching for something else to do before they resumed their journey. He overheard Celeborn talking with Aragorn. Both men looked grave.

"Every league you travel south, the danger will increase. Mordor Orcs now hold the eastern shore of the Anduin." Soon, the Fellowship clambered into their boats, with the hobbits more cautious than the others. Legolas helps both Sakura and Gimli on board his boat, while Sam struggles to steady the boat he was going to be sharing Aragorn and Frodo. Merry and Pippin were travelling with Boromir, and Naruto and Sasuke were sharing another boat. As Legolas, Aragorn, Boromir and Sasuke pushed off from the shore and paddled away, each began remembering their final audiences with Galadriel.

(Legolas)

Galadriel presented Legolas with an elegant looking bow. She smiled serenely at the elven Prince.

"My gift for you, Legolas, is a bow of the Galadhrim, worthy of the skill of our woodland kin." Legolas graciously thanked her ladyship, and examined the bow with genuine awe. It was strong, sturdy and was green with an intricate silvery pattern. Galadriel smiled.

"I foresee a happy future for you Legolas, should we all be successful in the end." She said cryptically, causing Legolas to frown. But before he could question what she meant by that, she had already turned to Merry and Pippin, indicating that she had said enough on the matter and that it was up to him to discover the rest for himself. This troubled him greatly. A flash of pink drew his attention, and he turned to see an oblivious Sakura, and he couldn't help but wonder if Sakura was what Galadriel was talking about.

(Merry and Pippin)

Galadriel turned to an attendant who was carrying her carefully picked out gifts, and withdrew two identical silver daggers. Both weapons looked well cared for and the leather scabbards they were encased in looked old, but in good knick.

"These are the daggers of the Noldorin," She explained to the surprised hobbits who accepted the daggers and withdrew them from the scabbards for closer looks. "They have already seen service in war." Then Galadriel slipped a hand underneath Pippin's chin and make eye contact with the youngest hobbit, who blushed underneath the scrutiny.

"Do not fear, young Peregrin Took. You will find your courage." Pippin gave a hopeful smile, as Galadriel moved on to present her gift to the next person in line.

(Sam)

"And for you, Samwise Gamgee: Elven rope, made of hithlain." Galadriel handed Sam a neatly coiled bundle of finely plated rope. The hobbit bowed low.

"Thank you, my lady." He thanked her, then looked sidelong at the blades Merry and Pippin were holding and currently examining with genuine awe on their faces. A contemplative look came upon his face, before he turned and looked at Galadriel, sheepishly.

"Uh, have you run out of those nice, shiny daggers?" He asked. Galadriel merely smiled at him with fond amusement before moving on to the next member of the Fellowship.

(Gimli)

The dwarf diverted his eyes downwards, feeling uncomfortable in Galadriel's presence. The Lady of Light studied him for several minutes.

"And what gift would a Dwarf ask of the Elves?" She requested, not unkindly. Gimli shuffled his feet.

"Nothing." He grunted, and turned away. But then suddenly has a change of heart and turns back to Galadriel, looking her in the eyes. "Except to look upon the Lady of the Galadhrim one last time, for she is more fair than all the jewels beneath the earth." Galadriel giggled, and smiled at him looking charmed. Gimli, embarrassed, turns to walk away, but then halts for a second time and turns back.

"Actually, there was one thing – ah, agh, that's quite impossible. Stupid to ask…" He trails off, stumbling over his words to find the right thing to say. Gimli could then be found sitting in his boat with Legolas and Sakura, with a faraway look in his eyes. A faint smile upon his face.

"What are you thinking?" asks Sakura, curiously.

"I was thinking back to what I had asked her ladyship." Gimli replied. Legolas grinned.

"What did you ask for?" Gimli blushed slightly.

"I asked her for one single hair from her golden head," He replied. "She gave me three."

(Aragorn)

Aragorn remembered the farewell on the shores of Lothlorien. When it was his turn to receive his gift from Galadriel; the Lady of the Light stood before him and place a hand on her granddaughter's Evenstar pendant. Her face was emotionless.

"I have nothing greater to give, than the gift you already bear. Am meleth din. I ant e-guil Arwen Undomiel…pelitha." (For her love, I fear the grace of Arwen Evenstar… will diminish.) The pair show obvious sorrow in their eyes.

"Aniron I e broniatha ar periatham amar hen. Aniron e ciratha a Valannor." (I would have her leave these shores, and be with her people. I would have her take the ship to Valinor.) He replied solemnly. Galadriel nodded.

"That choice is still before her. You have your own choice to make, Aragorn," She reminded him. "To rise above the height of all your fathers since the days of Elendil, or to fall into darkness… with all that is left of your kin." The fact of this hit home hard for Aragorn, and both of them were silent for a moment, letting this sink in. Galadriel glanced at the pendant around Aragorn's neck, and smiles.

"Namarie." (Farewell.) she said, "Nardath na i moe cerich." (There is much you have yet to do.) She cupped his cheek, feeling sympathy for the challenges he would be facing in his not too distant future.

"Dan…u-'eveditham, Elessar." (We shall not meet again, Elessar.) Aragorn's eyes widened in surprise, before withdrawing within himself again and bowing in respect.

(Frodo)

Frodo sat in the boat with Sam and Aragorn, reflecting upon the echo of Galadriel's voice in his mind. He remembered when she handed him a small crystalline vessel, which was shaped like a teardrop and filled with a clear water and a shining light trapped within.

"Farewell, Frodo Baggins." Galadriel offered him a sad smile, before leaning forward and kissing him tenderly on the forehead. "I give you the light of Earendil, our most beloved star." Frodo glanced up from his contemplation of the gift her ladyship had just given him, and saw her standing on the shore with her hand in the air, waving goodbye.

"May it be a light for you, in dark places, when all other lights go out." He heard her whispering in his head. He nodded to her in acknowledgement.

The three shinobi were given their gifts in private, hours before the rest of the Fellowship were given their send off. But there was a reason for it. Sasuke, Sakura and Naruto came together for a secret meeting to discuss something that must unfold that had significant importance to the outcome of the Ringbearer's journey to destroy the One Ring. The result of that meeting, I cannot reveal at present. But suffice it to say, their decision will help Frodo win the war. Galadriel came to each of them, one by one to relinquish their gifts.

(Sakura)

"Hello, Sakura." Galadriel greeted the pinkette who immediately stood up and bowed low in respect to the mysterious Lady of Light.

"Milady."

"I understand that you are an apprentice field medic, am I correct?" asked Galadriel, smiling serenely at the young woman standing before her nervously.

"I am. Thank you for asking." Sakura replied humbly. She didn't bother asking how this mysterious elf found out about her role within the shinobi world. Hell, she wouldn't have been surprised if she knew that Lady Tsunade, Konoha's current Hokage was her teacher and mentor. It was slightly unnerving that Galadriel appeared to know everything about a person the moment she clapped eyes on them, but Sakura felt it would be disrespectful to even think of asking how she knew. Galadriel smiled knowingly as though aware of the questions Sakura was forcing herself not to ask.

"Sakura, I present you with a special elixir. One that has been used by elf-kind for many generations. One drop will heal all wounds, provided the wound is not fatal. It is used by our most experienced and accomplished healers. Use this wisely." Galadriel presented Sakura with a small bottle of red liquid, the colour of spilt blood.

"Thank you." Sakura tucked away the bottle in her thigh pack. She considered it an honour to be gifted with a medicine not even heard of back in her home world.

(Sasuke)

While the Fellowship were still deep within their restless slumber, Sasuke could be found perched high in the canopies. His original purpose for being up there was so he could sharpen his trusty sword in peace without being interrupted by a certain dobe, and the two younger hobbits asking inane questions about who he was and of his experiences back in his world.

"A moment of your time, Lord Uchiha." Sasuke started and glanced down to see Galadriel standing at the base of the tree he was hidden in, smiling politely and with a purpose he could see set in her eyes.

"May I help you with something?" He asked, politely. Galadriel nodded and beckoned him to come back down. He complied and knelt before the obviously higher ranking being. Despite the fact that he had rejected a cruel, selfish and greedy village; he wasn't about to forget the respectful customs his loving mother and strict, but well-meaning father had taught him since he could walk and talk.

"Walk with me." Galadriel requested and Sasuke nodded curtly as he replaced his katana back into its holster and offered his arm to the elegant elf. She smiled and accepted the arm as they walked together silently through the glade. "I have seen your heart, Sasuke." Galadriel sounded grim and Sasuke frowned, cursing the fact that he had conveniently forgotten that this Lady of Light was psychic and omnipresent. Of course, she would've seen how he used to be before he was mysteriously brought into this strange world with two people he vowed he'd never see again (despite how much he loved Naruto too).

"I've seen your dreams, and I have seen your fears. But you shouldn't let your past dictate your future. The mirror should've told you the possible outcomes, but it is up to you which path you take." Sasuke paused and looked up at the stars, lost in thought.

"How can I go back to a village that forced my brother to commit those atrocities against my family?" Galadriel looked saddened as she saw the troubled young shinobi throwing away his pride and verbalise what he dreaded. She turned towards him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Using her other hand, she tilted his head up so that he was looking her in her blue, almost silvery wise eyes.

"My heart tells me that the Elders of your former village will get what is coming to them in the long run. But you will earn your penance by helping the Ringbearer complete his quest." Sasuke looked sceptical, and looked stunned with Galadriel produced from within the folds of her gossamer fine gown an aged leather satchel which contained well used weapons of man. "My gift to you, Lord Uchiha, a collection of Middle Earth's finest weaponry. Their previous owners fought many battles with them, and persevered until the end. May you also find good fortune and humility with these blades as well." Sasuke reached for the gift and bowed before her.

"Thank you, milady." He thanked her, touched and grateful that she could see the good that still resided within him, that he had thought had long been lost the moment he betrayed the village and defeated Naruto at the Valley of the Dead all those years ago. Galadriel smiled serenely.

"Get some sleep, young warrior. You will need it for what lies ahead."

(Naruto)

The vision he had seen from the Mirror troubled Naruto greatly. Particularly the last image that depicted the ruined Shire landscape; with a dark figure standing on a hill overlooking the barren landscape and a feral, partially transformed Naruto in Kyuubi-mode standing attentively at its side. It was Naruto's greatest fear that one day, the demon within him would take over and he wouldn't be the person he had worked so hard to become; he would be what all the more vengeful villagers had predicted he'd be.

"I cannot let that happen. I won't!" Naruto vowed, clenching his hands into fists that drew blood because he had dug his sharpened fingernails into his palm.

"Then you must not fail in your quest, Naruto." Naruto turned to face Galadriel who had silently approached him, a grave but calm expression on her lovely face. "Only your choices and actions made from here on out, will predict which road you will travel and what outcome will prevail." Naruto went quiet, he knew what the choice would be. But he wasn't sure if he could accept it.

"You already know who the chosen one is, don't you?" Naruto guessed. Galadriel didn't reply, but he could tell by the look in her eyes that she did. Without uttering another word; Galadriel merely stepped towards the blonde shinobi and kissed his brow. Almost immediately, Naruto could feel an unnatural but non-threatening warmth wash over him. All of his doubt and fear, suddenly went away somehow. He knew now what he was meant to do.

"My gift to you, Naruto, is my blessing and a protective seal. If you just believe that you can do it, then you will protect your charges until the end. However, I fear that your greatest test is yet to come. Do not give in to the darkness, no matter what they might bestow upon you." She cupped his cheek. "Hurry, the Fellowship is stirring. It is time." Galadriel then left him standing there, looking thoughtful.

The Fellowship travelled in their boats down the River Anduin. The Four Elven boats carried them steadily southward. Green trees that surrounded them slowly gave way to a brown and withered land. Night was falling, and the darkness gathered quickly as the Fellowship comes upon a small island which they made camp for the night. Boromir looked out from behind a large rock and saw a log floating in the river. Naruto followed his gaze and noticed two small hands clutching to the log, and the top of a head is barely visible over the log's edge. Two eyes glinted sinisterly. The blonde narrowed his eyes and silently unclipped his thigh pack, producing a sharpened kunai. He got up and moved to intercept the creature, but was stopped by Sasuke who was also watching the creature carefully and shook his head. Naruto opened his mouth to protest, but Sasuke pointed towards Boromir and Aragorn who were in muted conversation about the same creature.

"Gollum. He has tracked us since Moria." Aragorn stated. All three shinobi snapped their heads towards the creature, surprised with what they saw. This 'Gollum' looked truly like such a pitiful creature. "I had hoped we would lose him on the river. But he's too clever a waterman." Aragorn stated with disgust.

Boromir frowned.

"And if he alerts the enemy to our whereabouts it will make the crossing even more dangerous." Frodo overhears them and instantly looks worried. Sam leans over to Frodo, some food in hand and he offers the portion to his friend.

"Have some food, Mr. Frodo." Sam urged. But Frodo shook his head, declining politely.

"No, Sam." The fair haired hobbit frowned disapprovingly at Frodo, who started staring off into space; deep in thought.

"You haven't eaten anything all day. And you're not sleeping, either. Don't think I haven't noticed." Frodo ignored him. Sam couldn't accept that and tried to gain Frodo's attention. "Mr. Frodo…"

"I'm alright." Frodo insisted. Sam looked mystified.

"But you're not!" His loud outburst attracted the attention of Naruto and Sakura who looked at the both of them with deep concern. Sasuke eyed them with annoyance, but if one happened to look close enough; they could tell that even the Avenger could tell that something was off about Frodo. "I'm here to help you. I promised Gandalf that I would."

"You can't help me, Sam… Not this time." He sounded blunt and tired. "Get some sleep." Sam swallowed and nodded before he reluctantly turned and respected Frodo's wishes. Naruto and Sakura exchanged glances and knew that somebody had to intervene. It wasn't healthy for Frodo to avoid the basic fundamentals of life: sleeping and eating. Sasuke frowned. Perhaps this is the Ring's influence? His attention was directed towards Aragorn and Boromir who were engaged in an urgent and rather heated conversation. It seemed that they were at odds about the direction the Fellowship should be taking the Ring. He focused charka into his ear, and made it so he could hear over long distances.

"Minas Tirith is the safer road." Boromir insisted. "You know it. From there we can regroup… strike out for Mordor from a place of strength." The Gondorian Soldier sounded almost desperate, like had a hidden agenda that he was keep extremely close to his chest. It seemed that Aragorn was thinking along the same lines as Sasuke, as he gave a very convincing retort.

"There is no strength in Gondor that can avail us." Boromir looked as though he couldn't believe his own ears, let alone what Aragorn was saying about his own kin.

"You were quick enough to trust the Elves. Have you so little faith in your own people?" Sasuke heard a barely noticeable gasp coming from the direction of the slumbering hobbits and realised that Frodo was awake, and listening in on the entire conversation like he was. "Yes, there is weakness. There is frailty. But there is courage also, and honour to be found in Men. But you will not see that." Aragorn turns away, not wishing to continue the conversation. But Boromir wanted to be heard and he forcibly turned Aragorn back around to face him. "You are afraid! All your life, you have hidden the shadows!" Aragorn's eyes flashed. But still, Boromir persevered. "Scared of who you are, of what you are." He finally released Aragorn, who turned away. But then he thought better of it and turned round to face Boromir, his eyes stormy and unyielding.

"I will not lead the Ring within a hundred league of your city!" He vowed and declared. Sasuke turned at the touch of Naruto's hand on his shoulder, as the blonde shared the same disturbed expression on his tanned face. He had obviously overheard the conversation as well.

"Should we be worried?" The blonde muttered underneath his breath. Sasuke didn't immediately reply.

"Too soon to tell, but we should be on our guard in the meantime. Tell Sakura." Naruto nodded and moved off to tell her their plans.

A flock of birds circled high above in the sky early the next morning, all of them black against the pale sky. Aragorn was watching them with concern. The boats drifted slowly through the steep rocky gorge in the pre-dawn light. Aragorn leant forward and clapped a hand on Frodo's shoulder.

"Frodo." Aragorn said quietly. The hobbit looked up slowly and his eyes widened in amazement. All the Fellowship glimpsed the sight of two enormous rock statues, towering 300 feet above them and either side of the river. They were the images of Gondorian kings of old. Both loom over the boats with power and majesty. "The Argonath." He whispered, moved by the beauty of the silent sentinels towering over him. "Long have I desired to look upon the kings of old … my kin." The three shinobi were impressed by the towering rock statues, but they just as easily dismissed them as they reminded them of their own tributes to past and present Hokages: the Hokage Mountain, where each reigning Hokage had their likeness chiselled on the edge of a massive cliff-face that overlooked the entire village. The rest of the Fellowship admired in stunned silence as the current takes them through the narrow gap between the statues' feet. Up ahead of them was a large lake only a mile down river. They eventually reached the shore of the Nen Hithoel, and they immediately leapt out of the boats and clambered onto the wooded shore.

Aragorn took point.

"We cross the lake at nightfall, hide the boats and continue on foot. We approach Mordor from the North." He announced. Gimli stumbled up towards him, and leaned against his axe.

"Oh, yes. Just a simple matter of finding our way through Emyn Muil, an impassable labyrinth of razor sharp rocks. And after that, it gets even better … a festering, stinking marshland, as far as the eye can see." Gimli stated, looking gloomy. Aragorn nodded, confirming what Gimli had already told them.

"That is our road. I suggest you take some rest and recover your strength, Master Dwarf." Aragorn instructed and turned away, going about his business. Gimli frowned and looked indignant.

"Recover my…" He wondered off, in search of a place to make camp. Legolas turned to Aragorn with urgency.

"We should leave now." Legolas suggested, looking fearful. But Aragorn shook his head.

"No. Orcs patrol the Eastern shore. We must wait for cover of darkness." Legolas scanned the area, as well as the Eastern shore.

"It is not the Eastern shore that worries me." He admitted, casting a glance around into the Parth Galen forest before he looked over at an oblivious Sakura, who was building the campfire, suddenly fearful for her safety; even though he knew that she was more than capable of taking care of herself. "A shadow and a threat has been growing in my mind. Something draws near, I can feel it." Aragorn followed Legolas' gaze, and knew exactly what he meant.

The second the Fellowship disembarked and started making camp, Sam almost immediately started nodding off to sleep.

"Where's Frodo?" asked Merry, who had dumped a small pile of kindling at Gimli's feet. The dwarf was assisting Sakura with the campfire; but Merry's innocent question immediately caught the entire Fellowship's attention and everyone stopped what they were doing. Aragorn's head snapped around and immediately flew towards Boromir's shield. It was lying abandoned by his camp bed.

"Where's Naruto?" demanded Sasuke, and Aragorn relaxed slightly; realising that Naruto must have gone off after Frodo and Boromir. Immediately, both Sasuke and Aragorn took off and started searching for the trio.

On the slopes of Amon Hen, Frodo walked beneath the trees, lost in thought. His feet hit the rough edge of an ancient stone slab and his eyes follow an overgrown path towards stone stairs leading to the summit of Amon Hen: the seeing seat. Frodo flinches when he hears the sound of crackling, and freezes. Turning, Frodo sees Boromir carrying an armful of firewood.

"None of us should wonder alone; you least of all. So much depends on you." Boromir pauses when he notices the distrustful, cautious scowl on Frodo's face. "Frodo?" The hobbit doesn't reply, but takes a step back away from the soldier who notices. A sinister gleam was in the man's eye. "I know why you seek solitude. You suffer, I see it day by day. Are you sure you do not suffer needlessly?" Frodo was silent. Both of them could hear the murmur of the wind in the trees and the distant roar of the falls of Rauros. "Let me help you. There are other ways, Frodo … other paths that we might take."

"I know what you would say, and it would seem like wisdom but for the warning of my heart." Boromir was taken aback.

"Warning? Against what?" He starts walking forward towards Frodo, he pulls himself up. "We are all afraid, Frodo. But to let that fear drive us to destroy what hope we have…don't you see that is madness?" Frodo shook his head, disagreeing.

"There is no other way." Boromir was now showing his true colours. He now looked desperate and alarm bells were pealing madly in the hobbit's head.

"I ask only for the strength to defend my people." Angrily, he dropped the collection of wood in his arms, alarming Frodo, who continues backing up. "If you would but lend me the ring…"

"No." Frodo stepped hurriedly away from Boromir. The soldier looked offended.

"Why do you recoil? I am no thief." I beg to differ… Frodo thought as he maintained cautious eye contact with Boromir.

"You are not yourself." Frodo insisted warily. Boromir glares at Frodo.

"What chance do you think you have? They will find you, they will take the Ring and you will beg for death before the end." Frodo, officially freaked out, turns to leave. Big mistake. "You fool! It is not yours save by unhappy chance… it might have been mine. It should be mine." He advanced quickly upon a frightened Frodo. "Give it to me! Give me the Ring!" Boromir prepares himself to leap on top of Frodo, but is blocked by a flying kunai which embedded itself into the leafy floor. Both Frodo and Boromir looked up and saw a furious Naruto perching on a low branch glaring at Boromir.

"Naruto?" Frodo exclaimed. Naruto briefly looked over at the hobbit, assessing him for damages before turning his attention towards the agitated Boromir.

"Get out of here, Frodo. GO!" Naruto ordered the hobbit who hesitated for a second before slipping on the Ring and instantly disappearing; the sounds of his footfalls were quickly masked by the sound of the wind whistling through the trees. Boromir snarled and tried to follow him, but Naruto immediately grabbed Boromir and pushed him back. "You stay away from him, or else!" Naruto threatened the soldier, but his words barely registered.

"I see your mind … you will take the Ring to Sauron. You will betray us! You go to your death and the death of us all!" Naruto watched the poor man with horror. Is this what the Ring does to those that covert it? "Curse you! Curse you and your halflings!" Boromir stumbled and fell to Naruto's feet. The blonde froze, waiting to see what Boromir would do next. Slowly, Boromir comes to and looked around, disoriented.

"Boromir? Are you alright?" Naruto asked cautiously, and crouched down to the man's level. Boromir focused on Naruto's bright blue eyes.

"Naruto? What happened?" Boromir sounded like a scared little boy, and immediately realised what he had done and started to cry. "Frodo…" He whispered in horror, and then started looking around searching for the hobbit, remorseful. "Frodo! What have I done? Please, Frodo…" Naruto walked over to the man and pulled him to his feet.

"Come on, we've got to find him." Naruto told Boromir who merely nodded dumbly, ashamed of his actions.

Frodo, lost in the misty twilight world of the Ring, raced through past the foggy shapes of twisted trees. Somewhere behind him, he could hear Boromir's despairing voice from another dimension.

"I'm sorry, Frodo… Frodo!"

Frodo found himself climbing up some stone steps. He clambered up them, onto a high seat, perching on four stone pillars. Frodo cowered in fright on the seat, looking very much like a lost child upon the throne of mountain kings. The world of mist swirls around him as he peers out from the seat. It seemed to shrink. In all directions, views of far off lands telescope towards him through the mist. Everywhere he looked, the Dark Lord's power is in motion. Frodo looks to the east and fire explodes against the smoke, as a huge mass of black battlements fill Frodo's vision. It is a mountain of Iron, immeasurably strong, a tower of adamant: Barad-dur, the Fortress of Sauron. Frodo recoils in horror when Sauron's Eye leaps towards him like a finger of light. He leaps off the seat, and tumbled down the stairs. Sauron's eye sweeps around Amon Hen like a searchlight, looking for the Ring. Frodo struggled to remove the Ring from his forefinger… and immediately finds himself lying on the summit of Amon Hen, gasping for breath.

"Frodo?" Frodo glanced up to see Aragorn and Sasuke towering over him, looking concerned.

A/N: Here's the update. My apologies for the delay, I have been very busy. And I had started a new crossover story involving the TV series Charmed and The Vampire Diaries. If you would like the read the story, the title is called: Let Your Dreams Flood In.

Please review. This story will be ending soon, but I am going to be continuing it with two sequels relating to The Two Towers and The Return of the King.

I look forward to seeing who has been waiting patiently. Until the next update :)