Again I repeat, this is NOT yaoi!

Lucky chapter 6 is here.

"This is far enough. We need to leave them here," Eomer stopped at the foothills, his two companions following suit.

"Can we just leave them here?" Faramir asked as he got off the horse.

At that, the King of Rohan gently patted Firefoot on the neck and said something in Rohan. The animal shook it's head and nuzzled his master.

"Yea, they'll wait for us here. Enough plants to eat and if they need something to drink they will find a pond or river."

The other two smiled, still amazed at his ability to understand what horses say

"Can you teach me that? I'd like to make sure my horse doesn't leave just like that when I go somewhere," Aragorn smirked.

"Haha, I'm sure I could try when we get back."

Soon later, the three men took their bags from the horses and let the animals lose at the foothills, while they themselves started walking up the mountains.

They each took a cloak, for the cold and of course the winter-wear. And it didn't take long before it came in very handy. Before the slope could even get to steep, cold breeze stared blowing against them.

"This wind is unnatural!" the Rohirrim, who was in the front, shouted so the other two could hear him. By this point, the wind almost blew Faramir away, being the smallest in built.

"What should we do? It's almost mid-day and the degrees' are only going to get lower!" Strider yelled back from the back of the line.

"A cave! If we can find it we could try and take shelter there!" the Steward suggested from the middle.

And so, they looked for anything large enough to shield them all from the bone chilling wind. And to add to the effort, snow started falling and it soon became a storm.

"There!" Aragorn yelled and pointed to a large cave.

The other two quickly moved to the shelter and were glad to be finally out of the snow storm.

"You two wait here. I'll go find us some flints so we can start a fire," the King of Gondor said and went back out into the storm.

"I h-hate the cold," the Prince muttered and rubbed his hands on his shoulders. No matter how much he wore the cold cut into his bones.

"Here," the King of Rohan took off his coat and gave it to his brother-in-law. He hesitated and looked up at him, shocked.

"Won't y-you be cold?"

"Not really. In Rohan we've had stronger winters and had to swim in a river during that time. After that, the cold hardly bothers me anymore."

Faramir took the coat, swung it over his back, and gave Eomer a thankful look and nod. "What would y-you swim in the winter?"

"…I was thrown into it," he quickly said and started gathering what wood he could find in the cave.

The elder of the two blinked a few times but before he could say anything, Elessar returned, covered in snow but had the flints.

They put together all the wood they could find, but it wasn't enough to start a fire. "I'll go find some more," Eomer volunteered and before either could protest, ran out of the safe place.

"You don't have to treat me like a child you know," the younger of the current two mumbled.

"We're not. But it's so clear you can't stand the cold, it'd be just unfair to force you back into the storm."

"Then tell me what I can do around here? I want to help…"

"Well… right now we need to wait for our third monarch to return… How are you and Eowyn?"

"Oh we're fine. The only problem I can't seem to fix is her cooking… don't know why she insists on that."

The King turned a bit pale as he remembered the dish she served him. "Yes… did you tell her about her cooking?"

"…No… she was holding a knife, and I didn't really want to be stabbed."

Aragorn laughed and took out his pipe. He frowned as he saw it was frozen stiff. With a sigh he put it back in his pocket just as the Steward asked: "What was it like living in Rivendell?"

That took Strider by surprise but gave a small smile.

"It was very nice. Everyone I met seemed to know more about me than I ever did, but no matter who I was, they treated me like family. It was only a bit… awkward, as I was the only human among elves. I did learn Elvin quickly and the trainings were always interesting; never did we really to kill each other."

He smiled at the memories, remembering the first time he used a sword. Not only was it to big, but it was heavy. They wouldn't let him change it and he ended up being swung along with every move he made.

"I've always wanted to see Imladris, met the Elves, learn their culture and their fighting style," the Ranger smiled and looked at his Lord.

"You truly are more of a scholar than soldier. That's what makes you so unique. Now… where is the horse whisperer? Shouldn't he back by now?"

"You think something has happened?"

"He might have gotten lost in this thick blizzard. I'll go-" but he was cut off by an arrow being fired an inch away from his foot.

He quickly reached for Andúril, but someone was too fast and already has their sword at his neck. Three more stood before the cave entrance and another had their bow pointed at Faramir. Three more then entered the cave.

The two Gondorians took in their appearance. All they wore were white, battle 'skirts' and gloves. Their chests were bare, save for the accessories they had, which consisted of large necklaces. Their faces were pierced on my spots; noses, ears and chins.

The two dressed in warm, winter clothing, put their hands in the air, dropped their weapons and moved together as the group of attackers surrounded them.

"Ugi nan ani bazik?" they said, swords pointed at them.

"Sorry what?" they blinked.

"Nan ani! Zen zu lang!" one of them called, and the others started calling 'Hagu! Hagu!'

The, half naked people pushed the two towards the exit and forced them into the snow storm. The two were amazed that these guys walk around dressed like that when they're freezing in the winter outfits.

"Where are they taking us? And do you think they're behind the attacks?" Faramir whispered.

"I have no idea, but I don't think so. They don't strike me as the type," he whispered back.

"Don't strike you as the type? You can tell that quickly?" there was shock in his voice.

"Call it a gut feeling. I just wonder where Eomer is and if he got caught as well."

"I guess we'll find out when we reach whatever place they're taking us to…"

Back at the cave, a figure walked in, covered in snow and hands full of wood. The second they saw no one was there, and Andúril lying on the floor, they dropped the wood, picked up the sword and looked for any footprints they could follow.

Elsewhere, the tribe people just bought their two prisoners to what seemed like a camp. It was a large, flat place with tents everywhere you look. In the middle of this camp, was a large glacier that seemed like it popped out of the ground.

The attackers brought the two before the large piece of ice and forced them to their knees. As they looked closer, they saw something in the ice. It was a small tree, its roots rooted into the ice.

It was amazing that anything could survive in that state. But the Rangers didn't have time to admire it, for someone came before them, this one dressed slightly more than the others. He also had some markings on his arms, face and chest, along with a lot more jewelry than the rest.

"What business do you have here?" he asked.

The King and Steward looked shocked. They hadn't expected anyone here to be able to speak in a tongue they could understand.

So yea, they got captured but will they be saved? Or will they get used with whatever these naked man have in mind.

Oh yea, the 'tribe men talk' is just gibberish, no real language used. :X