Here is chapter 7. It is a bit rushed. I apologize. Also, some of the lines from the movie are not the same. You don't need everything word for word. You've already seen the movie! Anything in BOLD is being said in Elvish (just a reminder)

Enjoy and review if you would like :)

~:Elven Kat:~

They rode silently through Fangorn Forest, eyeing the trees every now and then. Rìan's ears picked up the sound of laughter just as Isengard came into view. To everyone's surprise, Merry and Pippin were sitting on the rock wall, grinning widely as the horses stopped in front of them.

"Welcome, my lords, to Isengard!" Merry exclaimed, stumbling a bit.

"You young rascals! A merry hunt you lead us on and now we find you here, feasting and smoking!" Gimli shouted.

"We are sitting on a field of victory, enjoying a few well-earned comforts," Pippin said. "The salted pork is particularly good."

"Salted pork?" Gimli asked, lowering his voice.

The two hobbits nodded.

"We're under orders from Treebeard who has taken over management of Isengard," Merry stated.

After greetings were exchanged, they entered Isengard. The entire place was under water. Rìan gasped when she saw what they were riding towards.

"What is that?" she asked Legolas quietly.

In front of them stood a tree. But it wasn't just any tree. It had eyes. And it was talking to Gandalf.

"That is Treebeard. He is an Ent. A tree herder," he replied.

"There is a wizard that must be managed here, locked in his tower," the Ent said.

Rìan turned her head and saw another wizard in white at the top of the tower. Saruman. She reached for her bow.

"No. We need him alive. We need him to talk," Gandalf said to her.

Theoden and Gandalf traded words with the evil wizard. Rìan did not listen. She kept her eyes fixed on Saruman, every inch of her wanting to shoot him.

"Save your pity and your mercy! I have no use for it!"

Saruman's words shook Rìan back into reality. Pointing his staff at Gandalf, Saruman shot a bolt of fire from it. The flames engulfed Gandalf but he emerged soon after, unscathed.

"Saruman! Your staff is broken!"

As Gandalf said this, Saruman's staff broke into pieces. Rìan could see Grima creeping up behind him.

"Grima! You were once a man of Rohan! Come down!" Theoden called.

Grima bowed slightly and backed away.

"Rohan? What is the house of Rohan but a thatched barn? Victory at Helm's Deep does not belong to you, Theoden Horsemaster. You are the lesser son of greater sires," Saruman sneered.

"Grima! Come down. Be free of him," Theoden said, ignoring the wizard's words but obviously stung by them.

"Free? He will never be free!" Saruman yelled.

"No," Grima said, angrily moving forward towards the evil wizard.

"Cur!" Saruman shouted, raising his hand and smacking Grima.

Gandalf asked Saruman once more what the enemy's plan was yet Saruman refused to answer. Rìan saw Grima get up slowly. She saw Grima's arm jerk forward and stab the wizard with a knife. Legolas fitted an arrow to his bow and fired, sending the arrow into Grima's heart. Saruman stumbled towards the edge of the tower. He took one fatal step and fell. They watched him plunge downwards. With a loud thud, he was impaled upon a spike protruding from the waters. The wheel bearing the spike began to turn, slowly submerging the wizard.

"The filth of Saruman is washing away," Treebeard said as the wizard disappeared.

Rìan heard a splash and turned to see Pippin walking through the water towards something.

"Pippin!" Aragorn yelled but it was too late.

The small Hobbit reached down and pulled out a small, black orb. Rìan felt the evil flowing from it and averted her eyes.

"Peregrine Took. I'll take that my lad," Gandalf said, riding up to Pippin. "Quickly now."

Pippin hesitated before handing it to Gandalf who quickly wrapped it in his robe. He took one last look at Pippin who hung his head in shame before nudging Shadowfax onwards. The rest of the horses followed him out of Isengard and towards Edoras.

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Rìan sat in between Legolas and Gimli in the Golden Hall. There was a feast to celebrate their victory at Helm's Deep. Theoden raised his cup.

"Tonight, we remember those who gave their blood to defend this country. Hail the victorious dead!"

"Hail!"

And then the feast was under way. Rìan ate her fill of roasted meat and vegetables while Eowyn spoke to her of her childhood days. Occasionally, she would look over to Legolas and Gimli who were playing some sort of drinking game. After her stories, Eowyn excused herself to look for Aragorn. Rìan decided to go check on Legolas when she noticed all the empty cups in front of him.

"I feel something," he said, holding up his hand. "A slight tingling in my fingers. I think it's affecting me."

Gimli laughed.

"See? What did I say? He can't hold his liquor!" the Dwarf exclaimed.

He stopped suddenly. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell backwards off the bench.

"Game over," Legolas said.

All around them, men were laughing as the two Elves pulled their unconscious friend into the adjacent room. Rìan tucked him into a bedroll, stifling a chuckle as she saw spittle dripping from his mouth. She turned to face Legolas.

"How are you feeling melamin?" she asked.

"Better. It is not affecting me as much," he replied. "The tingling is gone."

Rìan smiled. Legolas grabbed her arms and gently pulled her to him.

"Come. You need fresh air." Rìan tugged at his tunic.

They left Gimli snoring loudly in his bedroll. Making their way through the crowded Golden Hall and out the doors, Rìan led him to the stables. Arod whinnied a greeting when he saw his masters. Patting the horse's neck, Rìan smiled at her lover. Legolas reached out to her, staring deeply into her eyes.

"Amin mela lle," he whispered, stroking her cheek.

She kissed him softly at first but grew more passionate as desire took over her mind. Falling back into the hay, the two Elves made love as the horses guarded them, intent on warning the lovers if someone came.

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When Rìan and Legolas returned to the Great Hall, the feast was over. Theoden had retired to his chambers. Eowyn was peacefully sleeping near the fire. Legolas had stayed outside as Rìan checked on her friends. Aragorn was still awake and he nodded at her as she peeked into the room. She nodded back and closed the door behind her as she went to join Legolas outside. The night sky was clear and a brisk wind blew through Edoras. Legolas stood behind Rìan and wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder for a brief moment. Behind them, they could hear Aragorn come up to them.

"The stars are veiled," Legolas told him. "Something stirs in the East. A sleepless malice. The eye of the enemy is moving."

Unconsciously, he gripped Rìan tighter. She felt his chest heave as he turned to Aragorn.

"He is here!"

The three of them sprinted into the hall and found Pippin, screaming and writhing on the floor, with the palantír grasped in his hand. Aragorn reached for it and slipped into darkness. Legolas caught him as he fell. Both he and Pippin lay still. Gandalf tended to Pippin while Rìan took care of Aragorn.

"What did you tell Sauron of Frodo?" Gandalf demanded of Pippin.

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"There was no lie in Pippin's eyes. He is a fool, but an honest fool," Gandalf told Theoden the next morning. "He told Sauron nothing of Frodo and the Ring."

"But we were rather fortunate. Pippin caught a glimpse of the enemy's plan. They will strike the city of Minas Tirith."

Rìan crossed her arms as she looked to Pippin. His eyes were full of shame and humiliation.

"If the beacons are lit, Rohan must prepare for war," Gandalf said.

"Tell me. Why should we ride to the aid of those who did not come to ours?" Theoden asked solemnly.

"I will go!" Aragorn said to Gandalf.

"No!" came the reply.

"They must be warned!"

"They will be. I shall ride to Minas Tirith," Gandalf said, looking to Pippin. "And I won't be going alone."

Amin mela lle - I love you