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From now on italics will usually mean someone is speaking elvish. Occasionally it will mean a flashback or dream, but you will be able to tell by the context, I think.

Recap:

"Nazgul?" She whispered. It was a rider, clad in black on a black horse. Beyond the books descriptions that she remembered, the rider appeared identical to the ones in the Lord of the Ring movies. But this was no special effect. As it moved she saw outlines of a truly ghostly body, and under its hood she swore no face whatsoever was visible.

"A little far from home, are you not?" it said. It was barely a voice that it spoke with. More like a horrible whisper, ringing through her ears.

"That's…not possible," Abigail said, fear running through her even as she tried to convince herself that she was only dreaming, or suffering from some kind of head trauma. When the Nazgul slowly drew his sword, though, she started to feel more and more uncertain.

Chapter 2

Abby's gaze darted frantically to her surroundings, looking for any sort of weapon or something to protect herself. She even looked to see if there was a person nearby to call for her help, but she could barely see through the thick brush of the trees as it was. As far as she knew she was alone, somehow suddenly facing a nightmarish creature, with an emphasis on the nightmare though. She tried to convince herself that it was impossible to actually have a wraith in front of her. This was more real than any kind of bad dream, though, and the terrified chill that ran down her spine from its presence seemed real enough too.

With its sword still drawn, the Nazgul jumped of the horse, the low clinking of its dark armor pulling Abby away from her thoughts. It walked toward her, almost methodically, but she could have sworn something in the ground even shook with his steps.

"You are too much of a risk," it hissed, with a screeching overtone that made her flinch. "My master thinks you are not ready. You are weak."

She was stunned into silence for a moment, as she countered its movements by stepping back, little by little. Was it actually speaking to her? As if there was any kind of reason that they would be in the same space right now. She only found the courage to speak by momentarily convincing herself that the monster was indeed a hallucination. "Well, I'm sure that would be a good thing, wraith." So what if it wasn't real? That didn't make it any less of an evil creature, and she had no plans to be polite to it. "Your master had a good reason to fear me." Alright, she mentally smacked herself for that one. Why the need to bluff suddenly?

That actually made the wraith halt its slow advance, and it let out some sort of rasp, which she could only assumed was supposed to be a laugh. "Fear you, pitiful girl? A power you might have, but powerful you are not. You do not belong."

Her blue eyes widened with realization. 'Of course, my power!' Abby thought. She focused her mind on the Nazgul. It was difficult to describe the sensation of what it was like to use the telekinesis. In short, usually she could sense the force that surrounded an object with her mind, then push, pull, or just move it by picturing the counter movement. However, suddenly she could only feel this vast emptiness surrounding the wraith. There was nothing to hold on to.

The black rider only shifted slightly. "I can feel you girl, trying to use it on me. It won't work."

Abby was paralyzed yet again, but this time with real fear as the gravity of the situation hit her. Forget the impossibilities of her actually have this ability. She was concerned with the fact that her powers have never not worked before. Instead of assuring her that this meant she was dreaming, the possibility of this being reality strengthened in her mind. And her only defense was gone.

"I am not some life force you can control. Your power has limits, like all others" he finally started walking towards her again. She backed up more quickly and frantically now, half-trying to glance behind her to avoid trees and logs, while also keeping a watchful eye on the wraith. What were the chances she would escape it by running? Perhaps she'd get a head start, but as soon as it got on that horse she would be done for.

Naturally, confusion settled in again, mixed in with the panic. How was the wraith here, or was she not even at her home anymore? More importantly, why was it so hell-bent on killing her of all people? Was this really how she was going to die? The black rider raised its sword, and there was more time for questions. Instead, she opened her mouth and screamed as loud as she could. Maybe she couldn't see anybody nearby, but with any luck she wasn't completely alone in these woods.

The Nazgul itself almost seemed a little taken aback by the sounded noise, but then it threw her across the ground, deeming that was the quickest way to silence. Abby groaned, her eyesight darkened for a moment, but remained conscience as she immediately tried to push herself to her feet again.

Its steps were heavy and quick this time though, and it moved effortlessly to her side. "It will be a pleasure to twist my sword into your heart," it seethed.

She immediately sat up, half backed up against the tree as she stared at her attacker with wide-eyes. 'That's it, the sword!' she thought. Perhaps it was right. Her power did only work on things with real matter, but the sword should still fall in the category, even if the wraith did not. The dark blade was quickly plunging towards her chest, and she tried to react just as quickly, throwing her mind against the object in order to stop. The force it was swung with was too great, though, and she only managed to divert its track. Instead of an instant kill to her heart, she pushed the sword down so that it sliced her side.

She let out another piercing scream. Pain instantly clouded her senses as she gasped, trying to take steady breath.

The rider gave another his, and went to strike again, a small, swift breeze went past its cloak, and with a dull "thunk" there was an arrow suddenly imbedded in the tree. It turned around, and saw three more coming. All three ripped through its cloak and into its core. The Nazgul let out a cursed cry of its own. Its hooded gaze looked back at its victim, blood steadily soaking her side. Satisfied with the job, it leaped back on the black horse, and rode off.

Moment Earlier, in the same wood

Haldir, Captain of the Lady's guard, was taking a long watch on the Far East borders. In fact, these days, all of the blond elf's watches were becoming long. It had been centuries since there had last been a real attack on his beloved woods, but he, along with many other older elves, were not ignorant to the dark feeling that seemed to be blowing in from the east. The captain was not along this time, though. Arphenon, a loyal soldier and even better friend, had ridden the hours with him. Indeed, dawn was already peering through the trees of Lothlorien.

"Haldir, how much farther must we go?" Arphenon asked, reining his horse to a stop a few feet behind on the trail. "While my lady is surely already displease with my absence, but I might be forgiven some if I make it back before she wakes." Arphenon truly did not mean to complain, but his wife really had almost killed him last time he was this late for several shifts in a row.

"Not too much longer, my friend, I promise. If needed, I will explain to Merilien," Haldir replied, his pale grey eyes glancing back over his shoulder.

"I am not sure if you understand the dangers or such a promise," Arphenon chuckled.

The corners of Haldir's lips curved into a small smile. Merilien did indeed have a unique temper that was not often seen in female elves. Before he had a chance to reply though, a loud scream made them freeze instantly. Both elves looked around cautiously.

"Keep moving," Haldir said. "Maybe it was only a bird, or another wild animal."

The riders nudged their horses forward slowly, both obviously on high alert still as their keen gazes scanned the woods. Moments later, they heard another scream, but one that almost pierced Haldir's heart more than his ears; a dreadful sound that he had not heard in many, many years. While the young captain did not want to believe it was possible, there was still no mistaking it.

"Nazgul! Hurry, this way!" Haldir sped off in a gallop, his senses already narrowing down where the source of the sound was. Arphenon followed closely behind him.

Soon after, they heard one more scream, one that was most definitely a female this time. They were close.

"Draw you bow," Haldir shouted, though his fellow soldier hardly needed to be told even once.

They came to a small clearing in the trees, and about 100 feet away was a Nazgul, looming over a limp figure. Even on horseback, the two elves steadily readied their bows. Haldir shot one past the creature on purpose, forcing it to turn around. Then he shot one more while Arphenon shot two. The monster quickly fled the scene before they got much closer.

Haldir sprinted ahead of his companion, leaping of the horse before it came to a stop. The figure on the ground was indeed a young girl, no doubt the one they heard moments ago. As he got a close look at her though, surprise instantly flickered across his features. "She is hardly more than a child," he said.

Arphenon pulled his horse to a stop, though his gaze was still looking out into the woods. "Should I follow the wraith?" Arphenon asked.

Haldir looked down to the side of the girl, immediately noticing the black outline that already traced the wounds. For whatever reason, she had been stabbed with the Wraith's blade. All this created a disturbing picture. He hated that such a foul thing has made its way even this close to their territory without being seen, but the medical needs were more pressing. "No, it will be out of the woods shortly, and they will be no catching it once it reaches more open plain." Haldir moved to pick up the girl, and she groaned lightly.

He was surprised she was still awake. Quickly, Haldir tried to talk to her.

"What is your name?"

She made no reply. Perhaps she was not strong enough to fully speak, though as her dark hair fell away from her ears, he quickly noted their round appearance.

'A lone human, all they way out here?' he asked himself. Besides from being disturbing, this picture was starting to make little to no sense. Haldir tried again, in the common speech.

"What is you name child?"

The girl opened her eyes a little bit, and while she seemed even more confused that he was, she managed to speak one word.

"Abigail."

With that, she went limp in his arms and was completely unconscious.

Haldir took the girl with him on his horse, lifting as gently as possibly to not disturb her would even more. Once settled, he finally turned to Arphenon.

"Ride ahead if you can, I may have to go more carefully as to not further her injury. Warn the healers, and find the Lord and Lady. They must know about a Nazgul straying this far immediately," he added, his jaw clenching with both anger and shame. It was his duty to make sure things like this did not happen.

Arphenon nodded, and left, with Haldir following behind in a gentle gallop, he looked more closely at the girl.

While most definitely belonging to the race of men, even for her young age she had some fairer features; she was somewhat tale and had paler skin, save for the few freckles across her face. Her eyes, when they were open, had been very dark…perhaps gray-blue in color. The thing that was most odd was her hair. It was a dark auburn, which wasn't unnatural, but her hair barely reached her shoulders. To have such short hair at her age…was it some kind of symbol of disgrace? Maybe that's why she was here alone. And her clothes! They were definitely not woman's clothes, but not like any men's clothes he had ever seen.

He glanced at her wound. It was getting worse, and her breathing was shallow. These signs were only confirming his fear; she had indeed been stabbed by the nazgul's sword.

'But why?' he thought, was the most troublesome question to all these events.

'What are you doing here, Abigail?'

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Man, it takes a long time just to write a few pages. Please keep reviewing; I love to hear what you say.

Thanks to:

Mirokh and Airokh: Yeah, I know it's kind of random how I stuck her powers in her. But for this chapter, I decided she needed to know how to use them.

Grania and Morgan and the Ginger Cat: I am very afraid of becoming to Mary-Sue, because I do want my readers to like it. But I've had this story in my head so long it's hard to find a good way to change it. I'll try my best, though!

I'm off to actually do my homework, but I'll try to update soon! Thanks for reading!

-MysticNight9