A/N: I do not own Doctor Who or The Lord of the Rings.

Chapter Two

Meduseld was finally back to the way it was, now that the shadow of Sauron had fled Middle-Earth. Citizens sold their goods in the open, voiced lifted gaily. Atop the mountain stood the Golden Hall where King Eomer protected his subjects. Dozens of brightly colored banners flapped lazily in the wind.

"Yes, well, one can never have too many daggers," one Man said, gathering his three knives, carefully avoiding their keen blades. Preparing to turn, he frowned, gesturing to the patch of dark clouds on the horizon. "I do not recall seeing those clouds a moment ago, do you? And the wind has picked up pace." The words had barely left his lips when a savage gust howled through the village, cooling the temperature. Narrowing his eyes, the Man was able to discern a figure riding hard for Meduseld beyond the open gates. "Fellow must be mad to travel in a storm like this."

"Someone ought to tell King Eomer," the stall's owner remarked, storing his wares in a leather sack. Yet before he could return to his house, the thick ribbon of black swiftly covered the sky, seemingly proceeding the rider as he entered the village, face hidden beneath a hood. Guiding the snorting horse to the middle of the square, a skeletal hand flung back the hood, a flicker of lightning haloing his visage. Mouth going slack, the older Man clutched his heart, feeling the customer grab him. "By the gods, it is Grima Wormtongue, the cretin who poisoned King Theoden!"

Hushed murmurs sounded while Wormtongue dismounted, hair whipping in the gale. "Tell me, who is the King of Rohan? Eomer, the brother of Eowyn?" An undertone of lust in his voice caused many to shudder, averting their gazes. "Yes, Eomer is King, I can sense it." Striding forward, Wormtongue headed for the Golden Hall, grinning at the paralyzed guards by the large doors. "I have simply come to visit the King, no weapons will be found on my person." Spreading his arms, he allowed the skittish Men to search him, continuing after they waved him onward. Laying his hands upon the oaken doors, he pushed them wide, words echoing in the main hall. "Oh, Eomer, how I have longed to speak with you."

"What-? How-?" Eomer leaned back in his throne, speechless. Those in attendance shrank away, remembering what Wormtongue had done to Theoden under Sauramon's orders. Flying to his feet, the King of Rohan unsheathed his sword, but it was clear he was shaking. "I-impossible, Gandalf told us you and Sauramon were dead! Reveal what trickery this is!"

"No trickery is involved, I assure you, Eomer," Wormtongue said smoothly, advancing. "Just know that there are forces in this world you are not familiar with, as I am about to demonstrate." Holding his hand aloft, it appeared that the light in the hall dimmed substantially. Eyes becoming red, Wormtongue launched up the steps to land in front of Eomer, hand latched around the Man's throat. Upon hearing a gasp, he swiveled his head, glare locking on Eowyn rooted in a doorway. Releasing the King, Wormtongue stepped closer to her, intentions clear in his maddened stare.

"Stay away from me, snake!" the blond woman screamed, spinning to run along the corridor, heavy footsteps shadowing her. Chest hitching, Eowyn ducked into an empty room and went to shut the door, yelping when a hand stopped her efforts. Leaping back, she cringed against the far wall, warily watching Wormtongue slip inside, locking the door. "Please, d-don't come any nearer! NO!" Wailing in terror, she saw nothing but black as he threw himself on her.

Groaning, Amy groggily opened her eyes, her whole body throbbing faintly. Rolling onto her side gingerly, she took a deep breath, the world twisting sickeningly. "Oh, I feel like I've been hit by a six-ton truck." A stifled snort from the corner gained her attention, where the Doctor sat next to a golden-haired man. Stealing a quick glance under the covers, Amy beheld that she was dressed in a white gown and a blush colored her cheeks. "Where are my clothes, Doctor?"

"I saw nothing, Amy," the Time Lord uttered a bit defensively. "Galadriel, Celeborn's spouse, was the one who changed your clothes. You realize how hard it was to convince the Elves we weren't trespassing? One look in the TARDIS was all it took to get them not to kill us." Bounding to his feet, the Doctor plopped down on the bed, grinning cheerfully. "We may be stuck in Middle-Earth for a while, but at least we're in Lorien, not Mordor."

"Middle-Earth, Elves," Amy repeated weakly, heart pounding uncontrollably. Sensing this, Celeborn rose gracefully, an expression of concern on his features. Hastily waving him away, she wiped her eyes, jumping as the Doctor caught her arm, peering at her face. "Yes, why are you-" Cutting herself off, she was certain a dark mass had darted in front of her-one with wings. Beginning to tremble, Amy howled when powerful hands pinned her down, the fluctuating form of a Weeping Angel above her. "Not this again-! Three."

"Amy, no one else is here!" the Doctor hollered, he and Celeborn struggling to hold her bucking frame down. "Oh, that is what's happening, the Angel in her mind was dormant until now! Geez, I'm so stupid!" Reaching out, the Time Lord was about to force her eyes shut, but something tossed him across the room. "That's gonna leave a mark. Celeborn, tell Amy she has to close her eyes. Hurry, do it before she counts to zero!"

"Listen to me, Amy!" the Elf said loudly, placing all his weight on the woman. "You have to do what the Doctor says, lest this evil claims you." Breathing a sigh of relief once she did as she was told, Celeborn climbed off Amy, straightening his robes. "Tell me, why must she keep her eyes shut?"

"If she doesn't, the Angel will kill her," the Doctor replied, sinking into a chair. "Weeping Angels are a race that only move if not seen by another living creature. Should one stare too long, an Angel can literally enter their mind and slowly take them over." Massaging his temples, the Time Lord hung his head. "Looks like she's not going anywhere for quite some time."

A/N: I just had to throw in that bit about the Angel in Amy's mind. Hope it didn't ruin the story, but if it did, tell me in the reviews.