After telling the whole truth to Legolas and Aragorn, you enjoy one final week in Rivendell and then you left with the Fellowship. You still had not told Gandalf anything about your connection with Sauron and decided it would be best to tell him after you had all been on the road for some time so that he could not call you a safety risk and send you back.
You had mixed feelings about leaving Rivendell. On one hand, you were sad to go. You had finally learned your way around and could get to and from places without getting lost and of course, the place was impeccably beautiful. You didn't know if you would ever see Rivendell again. On the other hand, you were excited to see more of the world. You thought that perhaps the trip could help you learn and remember more about yourself. Even if you never got your memories back, you would be forging new ones now. You would have friends and you would have a purpose.
The next several days passed uneventfully. Every night you practiced your swordsmanship with Legolas, Aragorn, or Boromir after the fellowship had chosen a place to camp for the night. Boromir, Gimli, and the hobbits were very impressed with your sword skills. Boromir, who had underestimated your abilities in your first sparring match against him, now seemed to be somewhat afraid of you and the power you possessed. The hobbits found it rather fascinating, they had never really thought of women being warriors before. Since the hobbits seemed to be interested in picking up some swordsmanship skills, you helped teach them some basic fighting techniques. You figured it could come in handy for them at some point. Besides, on a dangerous mission like this, it is best to know basic self defense and survival skills.
At night, you tended to lie awake and let your thoughts wander where they wished as you seldom needed to actually sleep. You preferred not to try to sleep anyway as when you did your mind would often be dragged against its will to the far off land of Mordor. You had not seen Sauron since you had initiated your last vision of him and you had no desire to be further tempted by him. Yet a part of you wanted to see him...
"Crebain, from Dunland!" your thoughts were interrupted by Legolas. You quickly looked up towards the sky and did indeed see a large dark flock of birds in the distance. They were swiftly approaching.
"Everyone hide! Hurry!" urged Aragorn as everyone scrambled about picking things up and searching for a hiding place. Aragorn quickly grabbed your arm and pulled you after him into a gap in the nearby rock formation.
You were well hidden, as were the rest of the members of the fellowship. Except for one.
"Pippen!" Aragorn hissed. The hobbit did not hear him and continued quickly searching for a place to hide. "Stay here," Aragorn whispered to you. He quickly ran out and grabbed the hobbit, pulling him back into your hiding place. As he did so, Pippen fell into you with great force, knocking you back into the rock and causing you to hit your head against it. You cursed under your breath. Aragorn shushes you. You watch as the crebain land and search the area where the fellowship had been just moments before. Finding nothing of interest, they take off again.
Slowly, everyone comes out from their hiding places. Gandalf utters something about the spies of Saruman, while you rub your head.
"Are you okay, Sky?" asks Aragorn, concerned.
"I think so... Just a little dizzy, that's all..." you remove your hand from the back of your head and see blood on it. "And a little bloody, but I'll be fine."
"I'm sorry Sky," says Pippen apologetically.
"I'm fine, it'll be okay," you reassure him as you stumble forward. Aragorn catches you before you can fall. You would have appreciated the moment if the dizziness hadn't been overtaking you.
"Aiweneth?" calls a concerned Legolas as he comes rushing over to you. It is the last thing you hear as you feel your knees buckles beneath you and the darkness overtakes you.
You feel your mind being pulled towards the land of Mordor. You try to resist but you find that you cannot. Before you know it, you are standing in the Black Tower. Once again, Sauron is before you.
"Poor little wounded Moraina," he mocks. "You know it really does pain me to see you in this way." You think you detect a hint of sincerity in his voice.
"Is there a reason why I'm here?" you ask, feeling annoyed.
"Funny, I was wondering the same thing."
"For a dark lord, you sure seem to enjoy spending a lot of time in a simple elleth's head," you mock back.
Sauron looks at you, completely unamused. "You are lucky I am quite fond of you Moraina or you would be very dead right now."
You feel repulsed by this statement. 'Sauron? Fond of me?' you think to yourself.
"You do not know your own power," Sauron continues, shaking his head. "But you could, if you would join me... or perhaps I could help you find some of it in exchange for a little bit of information..."
"Power?" you question.
Sauron nods in return. "Come, Moraina," he says, moving closer to you. "It will be just like old times." He gently places a finger under your chin, forcing you to look up slightly towards him. You notice just how close he is to you, the beautiful features in his face, the longing in his voice.
For a moment, you see yourself submitting to him and you lean into him.
"N-no," you say, catching yourself.
Sauron steps back, looking thoroughly disappointed, "your loss." Sauron walks away and the vision begins to fade. As you fall back through the darkness, you hear him call out to you. "I will tell you this, your power is closer to that of my nazgul than that of the elves."
You gasp as you awaken, breathing rapidly. The fading light of the day hurts your eyes. Gandalf is kneeling beside you, looking over your face.
"It seems there is something you have neglected to tell me."