A/N: Aaahhh...reviews...love em and hate em. Just want to say a quick THANK YOU to my matey up the road Nikkila who provided pretty much all of the funny material for this fanfic, and who defends it mercilessly as if it was her child. Which it kinda is...

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Nicky and I had been searching for everyone for only about five minutes when we reached our first obstacle. We crashed right into a party of Orcs. We skidded to a halt; Nicky narrowed her eyes, and lifted her sword a couple of inches to make sure that it was clear in its scabbard. I drew a deep breath; here was the moment I had been dreading.

"Oh dear." I muttered.

"Don't you mean oh 'shit'?" Nicky said, raising her eyebrows.

"I could mean a lot of things right now Nicky." I said, backing up a little. Meanwhile, the Orcs, having just discovered us, were having a little discussion themselves.

"Are they the Hobbits the Master has spoken of?" Hissed a really ugly one.

"They could be. Capture them anyway!" A really big Orc (who seemed to be their leader) yelled at the rest of them.

"Get them!"

"Nicky! Run!" I screamed.

"Two steps ahead of ya!" We scrambled up the bank. Once we were up the bank, we reached a down slope, and tore down it. As we were running, Nicky caught her foot on an exposed root, she fell forward and smashed her head on a nearby tree.

"Nicky!" I screamed. She rolled part way down until she disappeared underneath the leaves of a large bramble. There she lay, out of sight. I kept running, not daring to look at the Orcs that were pursuing me. I was running blindly, not caring where I was going, but I paid dearly for it. I lost my footing on a particularly uneven patch of ground and slid part way down the hill. The Orcs were on me in an instant. Their cruel hands groped at me and their loud jeers filled all my head.

"No! Let go! Nicky! Nicky! Noooo!" I screamed with all my might, I writhed and kicked but they were too many. They bound my hands and stuffed a wad of material into my mouth. Fear was on me, as I had never experienced it before. I couldn't escape. I was trapped. Where were Aragorn, and Gimli, and my beloved Legolas? Where was Boromir? My stomach gave a horrible lurch. This group of Urukhai was the one that killed Boromir. I shut my eyes, 'please God, help them', I prayed. Just then, a horn rang through the forest. It was the horn of Gondor! Boromir was searching for us after all!

"Hhhmmp!" I tried to yell. The Orcs screamed wildly and covered their ears at the sound of the horn, but I lifted up my head as hope flushed through me. Boromir blew the horn again, and again the Orcs cowered down, but when they heard no returning call, they jeered and rushed towards the sound of Boromirs' blow.

'Run Boromir,' I thought, 'Run away…' But the Orcs were drawing near to the sound, and I knew Boromir had no escape. I closed my eyes, but snapped them open almost immediately. I could hear voices, the high clear voices of the Hobbits.

'No!' I thought frantically. Suddenly, I was thrown aside. I landed heavily on the ground and rolled away. When I was on my back again, my eyes fell upon a desperate sight. Boromir was there, standing in front of the Hobbits Merry and Pippin. The Orc party was in front of him and he was holding his sword ready. So this is when Boromir dies, I thought, and I have to watch it happen… The Orcs started forward and Boromir attacked. Merry and Pippin also had their little swords drawn, but were looking like frightened animals in the path of bright headlights. One Orc dispatched himself from the fray and hurtled himself at Merry, who gave a frightened squeal and hewed at him. The Orc fell down dead. Encouraged by his friends' bravery, Pippin gave a cry and leapt forward to help Boromir. Fear left me, and seeing that my hands were tied in front of me, I was able to crawl forward and grab at the Orcs ankles. I was rewarded with a kick in my stomach several times, but it didn't hinder me. I wrenched the material from my mouth. Anything to help Merry, Pippin and Boromir, especially Boromir. But it wasn't to be. As more Orcs came over the lip of the hill, I saw their captain. The biggest, ugliest and ruthless Orc ever to be made at the hand of Saruman. I saw him walk forward, and raise a bow and arrow. My stomach plummeted and hot fear came over me. The Orc fitted the arrow onto the bow and took aim. I crawled madly in his direction; I had to get to him…Or else. I was now five feet from him. I could reach him! Just a couple more feet…He let go of his arrow. The dart struck like black lightning and pierced Boromir in the stomach. I screamed, long and high. Boromir went flying backwards and landed on his back, but he wasn't finished yet. It seemed everything was in slow motion; Boromir was breathing hard and was struggling to his knees He pushed himself to his feet and resumed his fighting with a yell. I was so stunned and fixed on Boromir that I didn't realise that the Orc chieftain was fitting another arrow to his bow. The second arrow sailed sharply passed me and this time buried itself in his chest. Boromir stumbled again, but would not stop defending the Hobbits. He struggled to his knees, but still forced his blows upon the enemy. Now a new emotion was taking over me: anger. I scrambled towards the huge Orc and threw myself at him, tackling him to the ground. I could not punch him with one of my fists, as they were tied, so I started hammering at his face with my balled up hands. He gave an almighty roar and fixed his hand on my throat, and, with a nasty chuckle, started to squeeze. I choked and tried to reach for my sword, which had fallen from my hand, but it was too far. Then without warning he lifted me up and threw me a good five feet away. I lay on the ground, gasping for breath, and I heard the third arrow whistle through the air, and Boromirs' last scream.

"No." I whispered, screwing up my eyes tightly. Then I knew no more, and blackness came over me.

When Nicky woke up, she was underneath a bush. 'What the hell am I doing here?' she wondered. Her head hurt and she wondered whether she had been clobbered over the head with something really heavy. She groaned and sat up.

"Ow. Crap my head hurts." She mumbled. Suddenly, a thought struck her. Where was Carmen?

"Carmen? Carmen, are you there?" Nicky called, but there was no response.

"OK, plan number one, get out from this bush, plan two, find out where the hell everybody else is." She said to herself and got carefully to her feet.

She started to search the forest around her, but to no avail. She continued down the bank that she was on, when she heard voices, normal voices! Not the grunts that the Orcs emitted. She started to rush down the hill, and emerged into a clearing by the waters' edge, to find Legolas, Gimli and Aragorn standing over Boromirs dead body.

"Shit." Nicky muttered under her breath. "Uhhh, hi guys."

They all spun around, but relaxed when they saw who it was.

They rushed forwards to meet her, and Aragorn said, "You're alive!"

"Uhhh yea, so, is Carmen getting firewood or something?"

Legolas' face clouded with concern, and his blue eyes grew wide with worry. "Is she not with you?"

"No, I thought she was with you!" Nicky then gasped, as she remembered what had happened on the slope, "Ohhhhh crap!"

"What's wrong?!" Said Legolas, frowning.

"Well, you see this great lump on my head? I had a run in with a tree… literally."

"What does that have to do with Carmen?" Aragorn asked.

"We were kinda being chased by this big group of Orcs, and I hit my head, on a tree, and blacked out. But I have a feeling that Carmen wasn't so lucky, if you could call whacking your head on a filthy great tree lucky." Nicky explained.

"You mean they got her?"

"Yeah." Nicky sighed.

"How do you know? Did you see all this?" Said Aragorn.

Nicky rolled her eyes and sighed again, "Have you guys not seen the movie?"

"What?"

"Ohhhhh, that's right, you guys are stupid… I mean, you don't know as much as I do… riiiight."

All the men looked at her confused, and Nicky looked around for something to say.

"Where's Frodo and Sam?" She asked, "Ohhhhh, right, I remember, they've gone off haven't they?"

"Where have they gone?" Aragorn asked in alarm.

Nicky sighed, "They've left for Mordor Aragorn, they are completing the quest on their own. We can't help them now."

Aragorn hung his head, "I feared this would be the path that they chose. Perhaps it is a good thing that the Ring has gone away. They stood in silence for a minute, each debating their own thoughts. Then Legolas broke the silence:

"But what of Carmen and Merry and Pippin?" He asked the group. Nobody answered, but they knew what had happened. Nicky, out of all of them, was the most grieved.

"But we promised that we would be together in this whole thing, I mean, how am I supposed to find my elf without her?" She said, distraught.

"Frodo and Sam are beyond our help, but Merry, Pippin and Carmen need us most. We cannot abandon them to the Orcs. We must go after them, it is plain now. This is the path that we were meant to take." Aragorn stood up tall, and looked at each of them.

"We must go help them." Legolas agreed.

"It has been a while since I had any Orc action, and my axe grows hungry." Gimli growled.

"I knew I was going to be the one who would have to save her arse." Nicky sighed, but with a triumphant grin. "She owes me. Big time."

"Now, we must start our journey. Leave all that can be spared, for we travel light. But first we must give Boromir a proper farewell. We cannot leave him lying amongst the fowl of Mordor." Aragorn said.

And with that they made ready a boat, and laid Boromir gently in it, while they piled the weapons of his enemies at his feet. They sent the boat down the river Anduin and so over the falls of Rauros. When all had been done, they made ready their packs, and started off into the countryside. Aragorn, angry at Orcs for their disrespect; Gimli, his eagerness to kill Orc; Nicky, with grim satisfaction at the look on my face when she rescued me; And Legolas, who's desire to save me from the evil gave him new strength.

When I woke up, I didn't remember a thing. All I could think about was the pain in my head and stomach. It didn't seem to be physical pain, more emotional. I was dimly aware of voices around me, my heart picked up. Voices! People! I wasn't alone. And then I recognized the harsh growls of the Orcs. My stomach plummeted again. Slowly, I opened my eyes. It was night time, and the Orcs had set up camp fires in the dark. Iturned my head to the right, and saw Merry lying there asleep. Or dead. The light on his face made him look as white as death. I looked to my left and saw there Pippin, but he was awake. 'Good evening' he mouthed at me. 'Is Merry OK?' I mouthed back. 'Yes, he's just sleeping.'

I turned to look back at Merry; he had a dirty strip of cloth across his forehead that was blood stained. I wondered what had happened to him. I gave a moan and slumped back onto my back. How did I get myself into these things? Nicky would never let me live it down. If I ever saw Nicky again, that is.

I turned to Pippin again, "Where are we?" I whispered.

"We have come away from the Emyn Muil, and we seem to be headed towards Isengard, by what I've heard from the Orcs." Pippin whispered back.

"Isengard?" I said in alarm. "Crap."

"It would seem so." He said back.

"So where are we now?" I asked him, forgetting my knowledge of the Lord of the Rings.

"I think we are in Rohan, the land of the Horse Lords." Pippin replied.

"Rohan." I whispered.

"Yes, but even in this good land, I feel so afraid. Look at all these Orcs! We will never get away from them!" He said in desperation.

"Don't worry Pippin, Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas are coming for us." I said confidently.

"And what about Frodo and Sam? And our good friend Nicky?" Pippin asked.

"We don't have to worry about Frodo and Sam anymore. They are fulfilling their quest, and are going alone. And Nicky…" I trailed off into silence. The thought of Nicky had only just occurred. Did Legolas and Aragorn manage to find her? Or was she still lying under a bush, unconscious, completely oblivious to all that was going on around?

"Nicky's safe." I said confidently. Of course she was safe. Why would the portal have let her through if she were only going to be around for a short while anyway? Besides, I had to get out of this mess and find her so that I could hook her up with an elf. With these happy thoughts in my head, I began to daydream of Legolas, coming to rescue me… But my daydreams were cut short. The Orc Company was suddenly really loud, and they were getting to their feet.

"What's going on?" I hissed at Pippin.

"We're on the move again, so it seems." Pippin whispered back.

A really big Orc that had been guarding us suddenly came over and yelled, "Get up, you lazy slugs! Get up, we're going!"

"I beg your pardon, mister!" I said, indignantly.

"Yes, you will be begging your pardon if you don't watch your mouth, filth!" He growled at me, I fell silent.

"Now fall in line! And mind you keep up or you'll be getting a reminder of how fast you have to be going." And he showed me a whip.

I gulped and followed their orders, standing in line behind Pippin, with an Orc carrying Merry behind. We started to move, we were going at an incredible rate. I began to tire really soon.

"Crap, I need to get fit." I gasped, under my breath.

We went on in this manner for a ridiculous number of miles until I finally stumbled and fell over, getting trampled by several Orcs for a reward.

"Wo! Hay, stop there!" The head Orc yelled out. "We'll make camp here tonight."

And with that, the Orcs went to work gathering firewood and setting camp. Merry, Pippin and I lay on the ground next to each other, gasping for breath and shivering.

"I can't go on another day like that." I gasped.

"Any idea's on how to get out of this?" Pippin asked me.

"Not at the mo." I replied. Everyone was silent, except for the Orcs, who were as loud as ever. Finally, Merry woke up.

"We think, we might have made a mistake, leaving the Shire, Pippin." He moaned.

How many of these fields could there be? Nicky thought that New Zealand was a land of fields, but this beat it by a tenfold. Legolas, Gimli, Aragorn and Nicky were running through the fields of Rohan, following the trail of the Orcs. It had been two days of nonstop travel, running the whole time, Nicky was ready to fall over and sleep right there. But the only thing that kept her going was the strong determination to prove that she could be as good as the people she ran with, and of course the fact that I had been taken hostage by the group of Orcs, and Nicky needed to save me.

Gimli looked as if he wanted to stop and rest too, Dwarves weren't built to run long distances.

Night was coming, and Aragorn had finally allowed them time to rest. They stopped to set up camp, although, they did so with much reluctance, as they didn't want the Orcs to get to far ahead. They slumped on the ground, exhausted, but with hope that they may have caught up with their enemies.

Aragorn looked at the dark sky, searching for the moon. "The moon has set early. If we decided to carry on tonight, we could miss the trail of the Orcs that the moonlight had shown us yesterday night."

"We're not going to carry on tonight are we?" Nicky asked incredulously.

"We would, if there were any moonlight to guide us by. But it is too dangerous to travel in complete darkness. What if the Orcs took a different route than to which we are traveling on? We could miss this trail and Merry, Pippin and Carmen would be taken to Isengard." Aragorn said, turning towards Isengard, or in which direction Isengard lay.

"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I can't move an inch so if we're carrying on, you'll have to carry me." Nicky said, laying herself out on the ground.

"I say we carry on, we cannot afford for the Orcs to get any further ahead of us." Legolas said sternly.

Aragorn thought for a moment. Then Gimli piped up:

"Surely Orcs need rest and sleep as well? If they rest the same time as us, then they won't get any further ahead of us and we can start again tomorrow." He said reasonably.

"Orcs do rest, but they travel at night when they can. They don't like the sun, so they travel slowest then. Maybe tomorrow, when the sun is up, we can gain some ground on them." Aragorn suggested.

"But the Orcs would have been traveling in the night as well! They will pass beyond all hope we have of catching them!" Legolas said desperately.

"OK, here's an idea, how 'bout we walk now? I mean, we don't have to run, and we'll at least be going somewhere." Nicky looked round the group.

"Perhaps that is an idea, and anyway, I long for an Orc neck to attack." Gimli said, getting to his feet.

Aragorn sighed, and got to his feet as well. "All right, we will walk as best we can. But we must all keep an eye open for the track so that we don't lose it."

So they began their treck.

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