Wow so I can't believe it's been about half a year since I last updated this story… But my life has really been going crazy with school as I told you and my brother has for some reason been moving all over the place etc. etc. :D I hope you can forgive me and there are still people out there, that are interested in this story because I haven't forgotten about it and I still love it =)

Enjoy (I hope I can continue it as I started it after such a long time)

Chapter 7:

Elenya's awakening the following morning was already over-shadowed by a disconcerting feeling in the pit of her stomach. Over the day on the river she could feel that same darkness in her companions as they all continued to watch their surroundings filled with distrust. The Dunadán knew that it was not only her distaste of great amounts of water, that she had nurtured since before she could remember; She knew that it was also because something was about to happen. Something that would change their quest in a significant way.

The jagged cliffs rising to both of the Anduíns sides made the women's feelings only strengthen. She longed to be away from this river she could not control and away from these rocks that caged her. Not even the moment they looked upon the Argonath, her ancestors in stone, she could forget this. Other than her brother she did not feel filled with pride upon looking at these impressive statues. She had never been able to understand these feelings of pride upon who your ancestors were. What did it have to do with who she was and how she acted? She had had nothing to do with their doings as they now had nothing directly to do with hers. So why dwell on their existence.

Because of that, instead of raising her chin proudly at the Argonath, she only spared them a short glance of respect and then returned to her pondering. She had been doing that a lot in the past time she noticed and it did not sit well with her. Although she was also a woman who did not shy long discussions and silent filled with only thoughts, her hands itched with the need to hold her sword or bow.

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When they finally reached the shore Elenya knew that her foreshadowing of something happening had not been a trick. And as she still was trying to figure out just what was so important about this place she heard one question and she knew what was wrong. "Where is Frodo?" And the moment the woman turned around she could see it in her brother's eyes too. Boromir was gone too and this was the moment she had dreaded but known was to come. Over their journey she had watched Boromir, as she had watched everyone as was a habit of hers. The ring had a strong effect on this man of Gondor and it was not good.

She had left before the others had even fully finished their thoughts and was already on her search for the Halfling that had been so dear to her old friend and that carried their futures in his tiny hands. She had run off into the wrong direction though it seemed. She only met familiar faces again as she saw her brother take a heroic jump onto a group of Urukai. "Fool" she muttered to herself before her face split into a small sadistic smile. Without further thought she followed her brother and was joined not long after by her old friend Legolas and the dwarf. They fought against the steady oncoming Urukai without any knowledge on what was happing to the rest of the fellowship. Whether they had fought for hours or only minutes she could not say for she was lost in the feeling of orcflesh yielding under her blade. Her eyes appeared to be set on fire, a cold green kind of fire that made her enemies shrink in fear the moment they detected them under her hood, although this was always just a second too late for them. This fire also seemed to finally draw her some respect from the dwarf Gimli for her finally seemed to accept her strength as one equal to all of them.

Only did their fighting get interrupted when they heard the horn of Gondor from a distance and they followed that sound to find a cruel scene. A field full of corpses and against a tree was Aragorn and Boromir in his last breaths. And as the heart of the son of Gondor beat for the last time Elenya saw what change had come. Frodo was gone, she knew in her heart even without her brother telling her so. Sam, she assumed, was gone too, forever faithful to his master. So there were three left of them and they let Boromir come to rest on the river Anduín and watched his boat crash down the falls. Seeing Frodo and Sam, who had left as Elenya had guessed, reach the eastern shore only Legolas was eager to follow them. Elenya had started tending to her wounds and packing her things and then settled onto a nearby rock. Her thoughts were only confirmed when Aragorn told the elf that Frodo's fate was no longer in their hands.

"Then it has all been in vain. The fellowship has failed." Were Gimlis words as he and Legolas came to stand in front of Aragorn.

"Not if we hold true to each other. We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment and death. Not while we have strength left!" Aragorn spoke his courage to his two friends, laying his hands on their shoulders. "Leave all that can be spared behind. We travel light" And as Aragorn sheathed his sword his younger sister rose from the place she had been sitting and readying her hair for a long journey.

"Let's hunt some orc" She spoke before turning around onto their way to free their friends. And in that moment a small smile crossed her features despite the horror of the last hours. She was going to move, hunt and fight and she knew that she was going to be able to set herself to good use and that was enough to bear the hurt of a smile.

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They had been following the captors of their friends for a while now. Over rocks and through valleys until they finally stood on the edge of the lands that Elenya had come to adore those many years ago.

"Rohan, Land of the Horse Lords…" her brother started and states his distrust for these lands. And although Elenya could feel that foul things were happening she could not help the lifting of her spirits at the mere side of the endless width of Rohan. Her heart leapt as she smelled the grass and saw the green stretch to the horizon. And as they continued her feet felt lighter and her stride was longer, much to the displeasure of one dwarf who had counted on her companionship as the other two ran ahead. But now, something had changed and the woman's companions had noticed. It was as if while the evil seemed to be giving speed to the Urukai, there also was something that made Elenya's spirits lift and her legs move stronger.

Elf, dwarf, man and woman continued their way across the plains of Rohan, gaining speed now they knew that their foes had caught their scents. And when Gimli lagged behind, out of breath, an unusually bouncy Dunadán helped him with a friendly hand and smiling face. When the dawn rose after another night spent running they heard horses not far away, approaching fast and they decided to hide. Only when they had passed Aragorn made their appearance known and called them, which caused them to turn and surround them. They circled them tightly, intimidating them with their spears until their leader spoke from underneath his helmet.

"What business does an elf; two men and a dwarf have in the riddermark." To which Elenya could barely suppress a chuckle. Of course with her cloak once again drawn over her face who would have thought of a woman traveling in these dangerous times. Nonetheless alone with three males and hung with weapons. Interested she followed the exchange, only until the stranger threatened the dwarf she had come to know as a friend. Before anyone could react and only shortly after Legolas had drawn his bow she had her sword at the leaders face. "You would die before your stroke fell" The elf threatened only to be interrupted by Aragorn's hand; he only gave a glance toward his sister to show his disapproval.

"And who is this, may I ask, the man who hides behind his cloak. Is he so ugly that he would scare of the horses if he showed it, one may wonder." The leader of the Rohirim now turned to Elenya. Hearing this words she was not longer able to hide her amusement, making those around her turn from laughing at her expense to confusion as they heard a deep and rough but nonetheless female voice reply: "I see no man around here. And of the ugliness you must convince yourself. What do you think, my Lord, ugly enough to scare of horses?" She asked while letting her cloak slide back and show her features. Other than a lot of surprised faces and noises and her brother's annoyance at his sisters antics at such a time the most peculiar was the leader's reaction.

He took off his helmet, from realizing they were no threat or to make them equal was not clear. And he looked upon her disfigured face in a way that no one had ever before. Not in disgust or pity or in regret that such womanly beauty was wasted, nor only seeing how pretty she used to be or could be but with an indifference that made Elenya's eyes lighten just a bit. "While I also see no men, I see no ugliness either. But a woman with a mouth clearly too big and a girl far too far away from her home." He replied arrogantly, making his compliment seem unimportant.

"Oh how could I forget, you strong man, I should be home by now to start dinner for the strong warriors when they return" The Dunadán replied with a sarcastic twist of her lips which made the Rehire chuckle. And Eomer, their leader, murmured: "You should never meet my sister, that's for sure."

At this point Aragorn deemed to interrupt their banter, although he enjoyed the sparkle in his sister's eyes when she spoke, she seemed more alive than she had been in a while.

Soooo that's it for now I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it =) You may have noticed that I like Rohan just a little bit more than Gondor :D And apart from that I think Rohan fits a lot better with Elenya than Gondor, because in my eyes she's kind of a free spirit and not the type for fancy cities and stuff like that :D

And they finally met yay :D How did you like it? Too cheesy or something? It wasn't all that serious and that's maybe a little misplaced at such a place in the story but hey he's supposed to be the one to bring back her laugh so they might as well start of like that :D

I'd also like to say that she's not going to fall head over heels for the chap and that's it, I think her fascination (or whatever you call it) for him is mainly because he reacts differently, he stands up to her at their first meeting and that's not something she's really used to and also he comes from the lands she loves so he carries that sense of freedom and everything with him you know? I can't really describe it I guess so I hope you understand what I'm rambling on about :D

Please tell me what you think, I'd really appreciate it =)