(AN: Here we go with the last part of the "Another World..." portion. TTT may be called "Another War...", still haven't decided on a name for the last part)

The Breaking of the Fellowship

The day was still high upon the green bank of Parth Galen, where the Fellowship of the Ring was assembled. A small fire there was, which Merry and Gimli tended to while Pippin ate. Legolas was keenly watching something deep within the forest. Glinda, who was still sleeping, lay on the other end of the camp, with her head in Elphaba's lap. The greener woman was running her long, slender fingers through the blond's curls, while Fiyero was sharpening his sword upon a stone he found in the bank.

Elphaba noticed Fiyero look over at them and then roll his eyes before returning to his sword.

"What was that?"

"What?"

"That look you gave me."

"I didn't give a..."

"Yes, you did." she replied. "Are you jealous?"

Fiyero scoffed. "Of course not. I mean, come on, it doesn't really matter to me if you two..."

Elphaba would have blushed a furious shade of violet, but instead turned to see what Aragorn was talking about among the others.

"Our quest lies before us," Aragorn said. "If Gandalf had any plan, it would have been that. Therefore we'll cross the River at nightfall, hide the boats and continue on foot. We approach Mordor from the north."

"Oh yes?" Gimli asked. "Just a simple matter of finding our way through Emyn Muil? An impassible labyrinth of razor-sharp rocks, and after THAT...it gets even better! The Dagorland: a festering, stinking marshland as far as the eye can see."

"Why, yes, Gimli." Aragorn replied. "That is our road. Lord Elrond said that no oath or bond is on us to go further than you wish. If you feel that you have gone to your heart's desire, you can return to the Lonely Mountain."

"Master Frodo's uncle is a close friend of my father, and friendship means something to the Dwarves." Gimli said proudly. "His uncle gave us back our home, I will not turn aside from this Quest so lightly."

"Then I suggest you get some rest, and recover your strength for the journey ahead, Master Dwarf."

"Recover my...?" Gimli exhaled grumpily before returning to the fire, mumbling beneath his breath. "No Dwarf need recover strength."

Aragorn then went off to speak to Legolas. Elphaba then noticed something. Carefully, she unbuttoned her Elvish cloak, rolled it up into a pillow and placed it beneath Glinda's soft head. That done, she rose to her feet.

"Where's Frodo?" she asked.

They all looked about, but could see no sign of Frodo other than his pack.

"Clear as mud, as my ol' Gaffer used to say." Sam muttered.

"What was that?" Elphaba asked.

"Beggin' your pardon, Miss Elphaba," the hobbit said, rising to his feet. "I think Mr. Frodo knows what's got to be done. If 'e didn't, 'e'd just throw that Ring into some ditch and go running off 'ome. But 'e ain't thinkin' proper. 'e can't go to Mordor alone..." Elphaba could have sworn tears were forming in the hobbit's eyes. "If 'alf the stuff we've 'eard about it are true, it's the worst place in all these lands. Why else did Master Elrond send all of us with 'im?"

"You think he would go off on his own?" Elphaba asked.

"We've got to find him!" Pippin suddenly said. Then he and Merry got up and ran off into the forest, yelling "Frodo!"

"Wait!" Aragorn said. But they did not pause. Legolas and Gimli got up and ran off after the others.

"Elphaba, Fiyero." the Ranger said, turning to them. "We have another problem. Boromir is gone as well. I sent him to get fire-wood, but he hasn't been back in almost an hour."

"Is the Fellowship scattered already?" Elphaba asked.

"Not yet." Aragorn said. "Sam, come with me. We'll find Frodo."

The two took off in one direction, leaving Elphaba and the others alone.

"Wake up," she said, nudging Glinda. The blond muttered and mumbled in her sleep, saying something that sounded like 'Oh, yes, Elphie! I will!' Fiyero and Elphaba exchanged looks of amazement before they both tried to get the little blond to her feet.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her blue eyes blinking back to life. "I was having a dream...there was..."

"Never mind that!" Elphaba said a little harshly. "The Fellowship is scattered. We have to find Frodo."

She picked up Glinda's staff and handed it to her. Taking up her sword, she and Fiyero lead the last of the Fellowship away from their camp at Parth Galen and onto the slopes of Amon Hen.

The three of them ran on, ears keen for the sign, sight or sound of their Fellowship. As they walked, they saw Boromir, sitting by himself upon the ruins of some building long eaten up by the surrounding wild-life.

"Boromir!" Fiyero called out. They ran to his side.

"Have you seen Frodo?" Elphaba asked.

The Gondorian shook his head.

"Where is he?" she inquired. "When did you see him?"

"Half an hour ago." he said, but his voice sounded hoarse. "I found him while I was gathering wood..." A pile of sticks had been abandoned a few yards off. "I talked with him a little, tried to council him about the road ahead. But he would have none of it."

"Where did he go?" Fiyero asked.

But Boromir said nothing, his face downcast.

"Something happened that you're not telling us," Elphaba said. She stepped towards Boromir a little, but then paused. Glinda noticed the vacant expression on her friend's face.

"Elphie, what is it?" she asked.

"Oh, no." the green-skinned woman said, gazing off into the distance.

"What is it? What do you see?" Fiyero asked.

"They're coming for us!" she shouted. "Hundreds of huge, black orcs."

At the mentioning of orcs, Boromir rose to his feet, ready for action. Fiyero noticed that he did not have his shield with him.

Just then, they heard, in the distance, the terrifying grunt of orcs. They were upon Amon Hen, it seemed. Far away for now, but where was Frodo?

Then another sound was heard.

Merry and Pippin's small voices were shouting out for someone to follow them.

"The half-lings!" Boromir said, his senses returning to him. Drawing out his sword, he ran in the direction of the noise.

"Boromir, wait!" Elphaba returned, then she realized what a foolish thing she had done. A dozen or so of the huge, black brutes lumbered down out of the forest. They were clad in black armor, with broad shields and short, straight swords. Upon their shields was emblazzoned a white hand.

"Get 'em, boys!" Ugluk growled to the other orcs surrounding him.

Two large black orcs charged upon them. Fiyero ran the first one through with his sword, then knelt down, letting the beast's weight work against him. The lumbering orc flew over his back, falling behind him, impaled but still kicking. The prince drew his sword again and directed a blow against the creature's neck, but was deflected by its shield.

The second one had its sword deflected by the green woman's slender blade. After about six exchanges, she drove the blade through its neck, drew it quickly out and took off one of its legs. The orc fell uselessly to the earth.

Another two attacked, but they were no match for the green whirlwind of blade and boot that was already hacking its way through two at once. The prince, however, was exchanging blows with his first, and could not break his enemy's guard. Two more fell at Elphaba's feet.

As if in response, their leader, the big black orc called Ugluk, charged into the fray, swinging his sword with both hands. Elphaba ducked out of the way and brought the sword up, but the orc wasn't as stupid as others. It had brought its sword to a stop and parried the blow. Another hefty blow sent Ugluk's blade stuck in the side of a tree. Seeing her advantage, Elphaba charged at the orc, her sword a-swinging. But the orc was too fast. With its bare hand, it grabbed the blade, though black blood was trickling from where its skin had been cut.

She could not draw the sword free from the orc's grasp, and Ugluk knew this. Now his foe was still enough to see what she looked like.

"What are you?" the orc growled, his foul breath filling Elphaba's nostrils, making her gag. "Some goblin-woman?"

She could not answer, for the stench was enough to knock her on her feet.

But something else answered for her.

The sounding of a horn.

The big orc threw Elphaba to the ground, just as Fiyero finally tired out his first orc enough to have it fall dead almost a few inches from her.

"They've given themselves away!" Ugluk growled to his comrades. "Move! We'll have man-flesh tonight!"

The other orcs left the battle and ran off in the direction of the sounding-horn.

"What? That's all you got?" Fiyero said cockily after the fleeing orcs, eager to slay more.

"Come on, let's go!" Elphaba said, rising to her feet.

The battle was over by the time they got there. Dozens of dead orcs lay strewn about the field, though there were no sign of the hobbits. They found Aragorn, kneeling before something by the side of a tree, with Legolas and Gimli behind him afar off.

"What happened?" Elphaba asked, approaching the Elf-prince. He held up his hand, but said nothing more.

She turned to the tree, and saw with horror what it was that caused him to be silent.

Aragorn was kneeling before Boromir, who lay ashen-faced against the trunk of the tree, pierced with three black-feathered arrows.

"They will look for his coming in Minas Tirith," Aragorn said aloud. "But he will not return from the North." He then turned his face to the others. "Now we must put our companion to rest. He will not be left to rot among these orcs."

"Where are the Hobbits?" Fiyero asked.

"Boromir said the orcs took them." was the answer.

"Shouldn't we go after them?" Glinda asked.

"Ha!" Gimli said gloomily. "A pretty thing like you against those foul-folk? That would be the day."

"We should!" Elphaba said. "We can't abandon them to torment and death!"

"And we won't." Aragorn said. "The orc trail leads west. It is still fresh, and easy to follow. Orcs seem to take pleasure in destroying nature wherever they go, even if it is not in their way. For now, though, let us bury our friend."

"We cannot," Legolas said. "We haven't the tools."

"We will put him in one of our boats." Aragorn said. "The River will carry him back to the Sea..."

He trailed off. This was an important thing for him.

The men of Gondor and Arnor came from out of the sea in the darkness of the Second Age.

The three Ozians stood aside upon Parth Galen, gazing out at the little white dot that was Boromir's boat, eddying its way towards the endless roar of Rauros. Gimli stood aside, his hands resting upon his beloved ax. Aragorn was tying to his wrists a pair of Gondorian bracers that were undamaged from Boromir's body. These he would take back as tokens that Boromir had indeed gone into the North.

Legolas was busy gazing at something on the eastern bank of the Anduin.

Glinda, as sad as she was to see someone die, was more interested in the tall elf.

She "pst-ed" at him to get his attention. When he did not stir, she walked over to his side.

"Is it true that you can see farther than anyone else can?" she asked.

"It is said that the greatest of my people were given foresight," Legolas said. "The people of Mirkwood are keen-eyed, and can spot a hare from a great distance if need be."

Trying to wrap her mind around his answer, Glinda walked back to her two friends. Legolas, on the other hand, went for his pack.

"Let us hurry," he said, throwing some of their supplies into one of the small boats. "If my eyes do not deceive me, the orcs have not the Ringbearer."

"How can you be sure?" Gimli asked.

"I see two hobbits upon the eastern shore." the Elf said. "One is heavily-laden with gear. That I reckon is Sam, for he would carry his and Frodo's gear. He would not have gone anywhere without Frodo. Come, let us make haste!"

But Aragorn stood still, gazing across the river to see if he could find the two hobbits.

"I agree with Legolas." Elphaba said. "We should go after them! The Quest still stands before us."

The Ranger simply shook his head. "I would have gone with him to the end. But my heart tells me that Frodo's fate is no longer in our hands."

The others made a loose circle around the remains of their camp-fire, with the dwarf coming in last.

"Then it has all been in vain." he said grumpily. "The Fellowship has failed."

"No." he said defiantly. "The Fellowship has served its purpose. We were only commanded to go with the Ringbearer as far as we will. But we who remain must hold true to each other. Merry and Pippin are held captive by orcs, and if we were to go after Frodo, then we damn the others to torment and death." He motioned to the others.

"We cannot let that happen...not while we have strength left!" With a kind of renewed vigor, he walked over to his pack and drew out a long, elvish dagger. "Come! Let us go! Leave all that can be spared behind. We will pursue our friends wherever the orcs may take them, and make such a chase as to be worthy of remembrance among the Three Kindreds: Elves, Dwarves and Men...of all lands. Forth the Six Hunters!"

Aragorn lept off with the speed of a deer from their camp in the direction of the orc trail. The dwarf gave a cheer and then set off after him as well as his stout legs could carry him. Legolas came up next, soon outtaking Gimli upon the trail. Stirred by Aragorn's speech, the three Ozians made after them with equal vigor; though they had forgotten one tiny detail.

Glinda was not accustom to pursuit.

(AN: Here it is. Just as a note when you prepare to read "Another War...The Two Towers", I have changed more of the events of the movie for consistency sake. For instance, I will have the encounter with the Rohirrim be based on the book, because I think that Glinda would be too much of a burden on the others, being that she is not capable of being much good in pursuit - you try imagining her running with the Three Hunters...Gimli would be shouting at her to keep up. lol Review and stay tuned for more)