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Amara's Decision

Bravely, she slid her sword from her side and held it high. Whoever was coming had very ill, very malevolent emotions. This was no time to chicken out or to stop to think or assess the situation. There was no time for her quite technical mind. It was a situation that was now or never. Either she hid in one of the stalls or face what was to come.

The weakness she used to carry around she had long put behind her. Of course fear was going to be with her, but in this journey if fear wasn't faced she'd be hiding forever. If whoever was coming could be caught then it could possibly be another point for the side of good. Amara couldn't let whomever it was just simply get away. So she held on tightly to her sword and hoped for the absolute best.

A figure staggered into the stable. At first Amara went unnoticed and she swallowed the large lump in her throat. The figure seemed too keen to get at one of the steeds in the stable to pay much attention to her. Amara moved forward making the figure pause in action. She was face to face with Wormtongue, who she knew was no good.

A disturbing smile spread across Wormtongue's face. He let the stall door he had open close and walked in Amara's direction. Amara stepped back wanting to keep distance between the two of them.

"Don't come any closer to me." She made her voice sound both hard and strong.

"I don't remember ever seeing you here." Wormtongue's eyes roamed over her figure. "Nor do I ever recall seeing a woman wield a sword as you have…aside from the Lady Eowyn."

"Well, I'm not from around here, obviously."

"Obvious indeed."

Wormtongue took another step forward and Amara took another back.

"Why do you not put your sword down," he asked.

Amara knew that the slime bag in front of her didn't have very much time to stop and chat. If everything had succeeded, which she had no doubt had happened, then he had to high tail it from the land before King Théoden changed his mind. She squeezed the hilt of her sword and shook her head.

It was then that it appeared that realization had come over Wormtongue.

He smiled more widely and it appeared all the more unsettling to Amara.

"You are she aren't you?"

Amara thought it was very best and wise to play stupid. "Sorry, I don't know what you mean?"

"Of course you do. No one would wield a sword against the king's advisor," Wormtongue spat coming towards her more.

Amara shook her head, "Like I told you. I'm not from around here. How was I supposed to know who you were?"

"Now that you know who I am put the sword down."

When she did not comply with his order, Wormtongue nodded his head. Her actions only confirmed his suspicion. If he brought her with him to his lord, his master there would be praise in that instead of disappointment for being compromised by Gandalf. Instead of bringing back dissatisfaction he would have brought back the second biggest tool to use in finding the Ring.

Amara shook her head once more. Wormtongue was underestimating her. If he did believe she was what he had been warned about then he should've been a little more careful controlling his emotions. What she sensed was hope and it was through the roof with him.

"You are coming with me," he spoke forcibly.

"I don't think I am."

Wormtongue came towards her faster than he had been advancing. Amara raised her sword higher.

"Come any closer to me and I swear I'll cut your head clean off its neck."

Those words made him stop a few feet from her. He placed another sickening smile on his face.

"Do you not want to work for the higher power? Something more than what you're used to? Don't you want to become something more than you are?"

Amara scoffed. The only reason he worked for Saruman was because he was afraid. She wasn't so afraid to the point where she would join 'the dark side'.

Wormtongue laughed. "Come with me."

"Did I not say no?"

Wormtongue shook his head as if he simply could not accept her answer. Here was a power right in front of him and it was plain and simple. The very essence of a power was radiating for her. He need not have anyone whispering in his ear to substantiate the fact. The question now was whether or not she was truly a stranger.

Wormtongue took quick moments to study her and with his stare came uneasiness for the women. Whatever was going on in his head was a complete mystery to her. Only his feelings were the things he simply could not conceal. The option of lowering her sword was out of the question for whatever Wormtongue had up his sleeve could not signify something good for her. Amara's intent was to bring him back to King Théoden and not let him go only so that he could squeal out the things that he had known.

"No, is something that I can not take for an answer," Wormtongue stated. "I know that there is something inside of you, something that makes you quite different from the rest of us. I know that in your heart of hearts you are interested in what I have to offer you."

Amara lowered her sword. She did not lower it because of the things

Wormtongue had spoken, but because something in that brain of her's began to click. Once her brain began to click it was often mighty hard to turn it off. Things were formulating in that brain of hers, things that could not be ignored or denied. Maybe she had been going about this the wrong way.

Maybe, just maybe, King Théoden had freed Wormtongue for a reason, not so she could bring him back. No, maybe she had been going about this the completely wrong way. Instead of bringing Wormtongue back with her maybe she should be going with him. It would help Frodo and Sam loads more if she could thwart Saruman himself. It all made much more sense to her than her original plan had.

"You're right," Amara spoke with a shake of her head. She sheathed her sword. "A part of me is curious to what you have to offer."

An immense sense accomplishment washed over Wormtongue as he thought he had done something worth wild that he could finally take back to Saruman. Wormtongue never thought himself to be a terrible person. He just enjoyed being on the winning side and right now the side of all that was good did not look like it would be the winning side.

"You will come with me then?"

Very hesitantly Amara answered yes. She dug her foot through a thin layer of dirt covering the ground, hoping and praying that the stunt she was about pull off would work. Wormtongue pulled a horse from its stall, dimming down the excitement he was feeling. He then extended his hand to Amara.

"After you my lady."

So much disgust went through Amara. For a second she eyed his appearance. He was sickly pale and sinister appearing to her. To take his hand felt like she was fraternizing with the enemy. In a way it sort of was. But she reminded herself that it was simply an act. It was all simply an act to get what she wanted. There would be no way that she would allow herself to be used by the enemy.

She would rather die than to be used like some sort of implement. Holding back a disgusted look she walked forward and let Wormtongue help her mount the horse. Wormtongue mounted in front of her and soon enough they were off.

What was to happen was going to be far from pleasant and far from she really wanted to do, but did she really have a choice? Amara only wished to help and she saw this as a large chance.

Now, she was aware of what everyone was going to think once they saw that she was not in the stables. Anger would be the one thing on everyone's mind. They would question her motives, wonder whether or not she was in her right mind or just trying to prove herself, but none of that mattered. They would all see the result of her selflessness after what she was about to do was accomplished. She could picture the angered look on everyone; Aragorn, Gimli, especially Legolas.

The only one that could possibly have sympathy for her would probably be Gandalf. Amara shook her head of any more thoughts. She had thought enough today. Thinking was what got her into a lot of situations. She tried hard to not have to hold onto Wormtongue through their little venture back to Saruman. Saruman to say the least was going to be pleased to have her on his side, or so he would think.

Gimli accompanied Legolas in the retrieval of Amara. What had taken place in the thrown room would have given her away of traveling with them. They all had agreed that Gandalf's plan in keeping Amara under wraps was an excellent one. Especially the elf. Gimli looked up at Legolas and knew that if the circumstances were different there would be a large smile on his graceful face.

Gimli knew as well as anyone that Legolas was obviously in love with Amara. It never really took two and two to figure it out when it came to them. Now though, was not the time to dwell on things that were lovely and happy. There were much greater things at stake. What was about to be a great war was going to be upon Rohan.

The main focus of the land was getting all women and children to Helm's Deep where they would be undoubtedly safer than staying in their homes. Gimli and Legolas were to retrieve Amara from the stables as quickly as possible. Helping hands were needed in almost every department. The city was to be emptied and it would take every able body to help.

To say the least, Gimli thought that fleeing was not going to help the situation. It did not stop the enemy from coming. It only meant that more people would get hurt, people who did not need to be hurt. King Théoden was going about everything the wrong way in Gimli's opinion. Like always Gimli liked to think that no one heeded the immeasurably wise advice of a dwarf.

Legolas was aware of the frustration radiating from the dwarf. Gimli did not understand the king's methods. Legolas however understood that

Théoden simply wanted to keep his people safe. He could hold nothing against him for that. There were many in the city that were utterly defenseless and had not enough soldiers to hold everything down.

If a miracle were to come it would have to come soon.

"Stifle your anger," Legolas spoke to Gimli. They had not spoken to each other in a while and it seemed like a good time to start.

Gimli quirked an eyebrow at Legolas. "Just how do you know that I am angry elf?"

It was impossible to not see it. The way he held his face, his posture.

It only echoed out rage and frustration.

"A war is about to happen Gimli," Legolas stated as if it were as simple as saying 'the sky is blue.' The elf acted like the simple statement should have appeased the dwarf. In truth, Legolas thought that there was no room for disagreements and grudges. They were all fighting for the same cause.

"However it all turns out you must remember that we are all in the same side. Whatever fault you may think King Théoden possess, you must cast aside and now that he is only acting in the best interests of his people."

Gimli nodded. "Same thing Aragorn said." Perhaps he should just listen to the two. "At least I will have more than a few orcs to smite!"

The thought of that made Gimli feel more than better. He could already feel his axe soaring through the flesh evil controlled. Legolas smirked briefly.

If anything he knew that would be the only part that would boost

Gimli's foul mood. Legolas thought the only reason why Gimli probably joined the fellowship as so that he could kill numerous orcs. Then again, wasn't that partly the reason why he joined himself?

The two of them neared the stables and Legolas felt more excited to see Amara again after a somewhat short period. Legolas had believed that she was going to disagree, argue and whine with Gandalf about herself going into the throne room with them. He was quite shocked to learn that she hadn't.

It was quite unlike her, seeing that she always wanted to be involved. She never wanted to be left out of what she called 'the loop'.

The fact of the matter was that she was indeed maturing. Ever since she had come back from the dead with a little something extra inside of herself he saw a much deeper change in her. She was far from the girl who sat in front of the television on Saturday's watching cartoons. Legolas could only suppose that the events of her life had changed her, much like everyone else. Legolas was knocked from his thoughts when Gimli grunted rather loudly.

Legolas looked down at the dwarf, knowing that he had something to say.

"I suppose you'll be happy to see your lass."

Legolas again smiled as they walked into what was an empty stable. Legolas looked up and soon as he discovered that there was no Amara in the stable ors or anyone for that matter he jostled forward. Gimli stood by the door surveying the stables.

"I guess not," he spoke quietly.

Legolas checked every stall that the horses occupied, even the empty ones and came up short. His heart began to race. If something had happened to Amara he would never forgive himself for leaving her alone in the stable. He knew that Amara would not simply walk from the stables and the safety it had to offer knowing that she had orders from Gandalf why she should be staying in the first place. She wasn't dim-witted.

"I will go and alert the guards to keep an eye out for her," Gimli shouted to Legolas.

Legolas cast Gimli a worried look that meant his approval, but before Gimli could leave something caught the elf's eye making him yell to the dwarf to stop. Just before his feet were two letters that he had grown quite accustomed to when he had spent time on Earth. These two letters where scrawled out in the light dirt, not too small for someone not to notice and not so large that someone wouldn't. Gimli stopped dead in his tracks and observed the elf that took to studying the ground.

"Legolas! We must find her. What if something has happened to the lass? She could be in trouble."

Legolas shook his head and looked up at Gimli. He had figured it out quite quickly.

"Gimli she is fine. She…has left a message."

At the elf's words, Gimli strolled over to him and looked at what had captured the interest of Legolas.

"OK," Gimli read the dirt message with confusion.

Legolas nodded, anger seeping into his veins. He wanted to scream at her and ask her why she would do something…something so…

"She is alright, at least for now."

"What do you mean at least for now?"

"Amara has gone off with Wormtongue." Legolas looked at Gimli, his blue eyes sharp and ablaze.

It was now Legolas' turn to feel a substantial amount of anger.