A/N: Penultimate chapter here we go!

Disclaimer: Don't own Lord of the Rings. Do own Ammy and any other OC's who appear (and that's quite a lot in this chapter) I am also the proud new owner of The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey DVD which I am now off to watch!

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Chapter 19

Saving

Darting back up the slopes she had run down mere minutes before Ammy slunk through bushes and over logs. The tigress' paws were silent on the leaf-littered ground and the sensitive pads brushed the dirt.

She could feel the ground trembling beneath her as large Uruk-hai ran past completely oblivious to her passing. Slinking past them Ammy returned to the hill top where she had left Aragorn. The Dunedain Ranger was fighting furiously and had been joined by Legolas and Gimli.

The three seasoned warriors were a sight to see. They moved elegantly and swiftly, dispatching foes with practiced moves. The orc-like creatures towered above the males but her friends didn't seem to be at all inconvenienced by this. Gimli was hacking at the Uruk-hai's legs, toppling them and then driving his axe into their torso as they fell. It was a brutal but effective method.

Legolas was a whirlwind of motion and speed, his bow and arrows taking down the creatures with well-placed shots. If an Uruk-hai slipped past his arrows they were removed quickly with a flash of his elvish daggers making sharp precise cuts.

Aragorn was less elegant than Legolas but more refined than Gimli. Using his sword and knife he cut into his enemies and they toppled. Occasionally a quick cut of the blade wasn't enough to cause the opponent to fall and they toppled into the Man yelling and groaning as they went. Several times Aragorn was pinned by the body of an Uruk-hai and as he shoved it off another would come charging towards him.

As Ammy loped from behind the Watchtower she saw that Aragorn was pinned and another creature was coming at him. Speeding up she leapt over the prone and dazed man and hit the Uruk-hai dead in the chest.
The force and speed behind her jump laid the Uruk-hai flat on its back, the tigress' claws digging into the tough and leathery flesh. As the tigress instincts took over she ripped the orc-like creature's throat out. The heartbeat of the White Hand orc pulsed in her incisors and she knew exactly where to aim for in the creature's throat to rip out its jugular.

The moment she had dispatched it another was taking its place. Watching the Uruk-hai's eyes she waited for it to make a move. It raised its blade above its head and swung in a downward arc. Ducking down Ammy allowed the blade to glide over her head; Ayaka pressed herself down to Ammy's scalp and let out a shrill squeal. Bunching her muscles as the Uruk-hai raised his blade once again she leapt forward and dug her claws into its shoulders.
It bellowed with pain and fell to his knees but before Ammy could rip its throat out Aragorn's sword sliced through its neck sending the head flying.
Ammy watched with raised eyebrows as the head sailed across a short distance only to hit another Uruk-hai.

"Where's Frodo?!" Aragorn gasped as he parried a blow from another Uruk-hai, darting under his blade Ammy swiped her claws across the orcs knee; it spun round in pain and was stabbed by another blade from one of its fellows.

"He's gone. Took a boat. Should be crossing the lake now." Ammy panted as she crashed into another enemy. Gimli quickly dropped the blade of his axe into the toppled Uruk-hai.

"Thanks Gimli." Ammy said gratefully.

"No problem lassie. Glad you could join the fight." Gimli roared and then threw a smaller axe into an Uruk-hai's skull.

Darting back to Aragorn, Ammy continued their conversation.

"He's gone on alone?" A swift jab and a kick followed by a slashing motion.
Claws raking down a torso and then teeth tearing out a throat.

"Sam went with him. Frodo is not alone. Speaking of Hobbits, where are Merry and Pippin? Any sign of Boromir?"

"Duck Lady Ama!" Called Legolas as he shot an arrow. Flattening down onto the ground the arrow soared over her and past Aragorn straight into an eye socket.

"Thanks Legolas." Aragorn shouted as the elf moved off to intercept another group of Uruk-hai.
"These things don't seem to stop coming! I haven't seen Merry or Pippin. They said they would search the lower banks and the trees near the shoreline in case Frodo was merely looking for more firewood. There's been no sight of Boromir but we know he can't get to Frodo now."

Aragorn spoke between movements, thrusting, cutting, slicing and kicking. The Uruk-hai seemed to be lessening or they had decided to avoid the sounds of battle. Either way there were fewer attackers and the quartet took a moment to regain their breath.

Ayaka flew off her perch on Ammy's head and began chattering angrily. The ruby Tennyo was obviously displeased at nearly being sliced in half several times, she was making sure that Ammy was aware of her annoyance.

Before Ammy could speak however the sound of a hunting horn rang through the forest. Her ears pricked up and Ammy turned and faced the forest, her ears twitching, nose pointed into the wind and her gold eyes bright and alert she waited for the horn to sound once more.

Again the horn was blown and Amaterasu managed to pinpoint the general direction.

"Boromir!" Standing tall Ammy watched as Ayaka floated down to sit on the tip of an overturned tree branch. The Tennyo seemed to be rather bewildered and confused by all the violence which was only to be expected. Izanami had said that she thought Ayaka's colony was the last remaining group of Tennin in Middle Earth. Lothlorien was very sheltered due to the power of Galadriel and so Ayaka had probably never been subjected to such violence before. The most she had probably experienced was an argument over a pretty stone or some berries. Nothing to such a graphic and brutal extent.

"The Horn of Gondor. Boromir needs our aid." Aragorn sheathed his elvish knife and wiped sweat from his brow and then set off down the slope where several Uruks were trampling. He was followed closely by the elf, dwarf and tigress. Ayaka was flying quickly ahead of the group, her glowing red light leading the way.

Their path was relatively clear for a few seconds and then more of the foul beasts appeared. The males immediately engaged in combat with the Uruk-hai whilst Ammy slipped by, the tigress moving quickly and easily past the taller brutes.

"I'll go on ahead. Try and be quick!" She called back to the trio as she leapt over an Uruk who thrust his crudely made blade at her. Landing on the other side of it Ammy whirled around and clawed down its exposed back, claws rending the flesh from its shoulders to the base of its back her claws slicing like a knife through butter. Yelling out wildly in pain it stumbled forward and was quickly trodden on by its fellows and the fighting Fellowship.

Not wasting a second Ammy sprinted off again, her body extending and her legs and paws reaching further so that she covered more ground at a quicker rate. Soon the albino tigress had caught up with Ayaka and the Tennyo chittered at her anxiously as the Horn of Gondor sounded once more.

"Please don't let me be too late! Please. If Boromir survives I will make sure that Middle Earth, the Ame-no-Mihashira and as many others as I can live! Just don't kill my friends. Please, let them live."

Ammy desperately bargained with the spirits and gods if any could hear her thoughts.

Kiyiya and her siblings had spent the last two days and nights running through the forests bordering the Anduin. It had been several years since they had last had to run for many days without rest and none of them were particularly pleased to be doing so now.

Years at the Lonely Mountain had meant there was little need for them to travel for days without the company of others, and whilst the trio enjoyed spending time with each other, the burden of their mission weighed heavily on both wolves and the tanned woman.

Kiyiya still rode on Menewa's back but she had transformed several times during their run in order to give her pack-brother a lighter load. The freedom she felt in her giant wolf form had been marred not only by the urgency and speed at which they travelled but she had felt something watching her. It was an uncomfortable feeling and she had looked around and scented the air several times trying to find something or someone tracking them but her senses failed her. That or the voyeur was not in the vicinity and had other means of viewing her.

From her perch on top of Menewa, Kiyiya shivered and clutched her spear to her chest. The wind had changed direction and she could smell a battle ahead. Sweat, blood, dirt and the smell of evil enjoyment.

"We need to move faster. The battle is ahead of us and if we are not quick enough it'll be too late for Boromir." She leaned forward and spoke into Menewa's ear. The male wolf flattened his ears to his head at her words and his eyes grew heavy with sorrow. His lip curling up over his teeth the wolf turned his discontent into anticipation.

'Let us hunt sisters. The day is growing longer, but there is a battle to be joined.' Menewa's growls reverberated through his chest and up Kiyiya's body. His excitement was infectious and both Kiyiya and Kajika shifted and whined.

Gripping her spear in her right hand Kiyiya leant down low to Menewa's back with her face peering up through his fur. Her raven curls and braids slipped to frame her face and the beads within it clacked and chimed as they shifted in the wind. The woman's emerald eyes were harsh but held excitement within them.

"Let's go hunting!" She said and let out a howl. As the last remnants of the sound faded from the trees the two wolves set off, cantering through the forest their body's brushing trees and snapping branches but they barely noticed so absorbed in the hunt were they.

Heart pounding in her chest Amaterasu winced as the threads of fate once more began to twist. Frodo and Sam felt so far away already but Aragorn's Royal Blue, Legolas' Emerald Green and Gimli's vivid and bold Vermillion threads were entwining around each other, weaving between the others and knotting them tightly becoming stronger. Then just as the last gap between those threads was sealed there was a sensation on Ammy's heart; as if the threads found a hook in her very flesh, latched them upon said hook and then pulled hard as if to free her heart from its place within her chest.

Letting out a yelp of pain, Ammy lost her concentration and balance mid-stride and hit the ground hard, bouncing to an eventual hard stop against the base of a sturdy oak tree. Stunned, shocked and panicked she simply lay there for several seconds, nearing a minute, her heart beating painfully fast, her vision blurred and her entire body aching. She could feel everything as if her body was hyper-sensitive; the wind shifting her fur gently with its warm breeze felt like a desert wind, leaves falling from her impact upon the tree trunk felt like rocks pounding her flesh.

Drawing in deep, slow breaths and trying to keep them as steady as possible the Ame-no-Mihashira attempted to slow her racing heartbeat.

As her feline body finally came back under her control Ammy was aware of a frightened and concerned Ayaka sat in the tigress' line of vision, a tiny hand stroking the smooth, white and silver fur on her face in a kind and motherly caress.

Swallowing several times as she felt as if she had not had a drink of water for many hours, Ammy hastened to reassure her little companion.

"Sorry, Ayaka. Didn't realise the new bonds were going to be that painful. Izanami was obviously joking when she said it would only hurt a little. I feel rather like a bus or a truck just slammed into me and I then went sailing into the air only to meet with an unforgiving wall."

Chuckling weakly Ammy closed her eyes and continued breathing deeply. Her breathing became steady and smooth once more and her tail twitched almost imperceptibly.

Then she opened her gold eyes once more but they were filled with an almost steely resolve. She had not time to waste moping around and giving in to her injuries. An Uruk-hai could come by at any moment and she still had to reach Boromir.

Groaning Ammy rolled from her prone position on her side onto her belly, the soft, dried leaves cushioning the movement. Lying like an Egyptian Sphinx she shook her head, trying to force her vision to co-operate.

Pushing with her legs the tigress attempted to rise up onto all fours but was only able to lift her fore-legs, stomach and chest from the ground and even that much effort was debilitating. Panting furiously as muscles screamed in agony Amaterasu waited for her body to regain its strength and then she began to push her back half up. This time her body was more co-operative and the tigress stood wearily on all four paws.

Trembling and wobbling she began to make small steps forward down the hill, her gait awkward and cumbersome. The horn of Gondor rang once again and Ammy forced herself to move faster. Ayaka was flying along by her ear, chirping encouragement and every time Ammy began to slow or loose strength the Tennyo would grab a whisker and yank hard. This painful gesture pushed the tigress into a run but there was still a lack of energy.

Coming over the crest of a bank Ammy the tigress peered down into a basin like ground formation where Boromir stood, back to her as he valiantly defended Pippin and Merry from the Uruk-hai. The two Hobbits were not standing idly by however and were tackling Uruks that slipped past the Gondorian's tight defence and stabbing the vile creatures.

Blinking furiously as her vision began to blur once more Ammy felt more strings of destiny weaving to her heart. A Deep Burgundy thread that had been present (although she did not know) since the beginning of their acquaintance connected the woman to Merry and there was a similar Forget-me-not-Blue string which ran to Pippin. The two threads, rather than being entwined were pressed tightly together, so tightly it was if they were one rather than two separate beings.

These two threads were also melding themselves to Ammy's heart but instead of the wrenching and almost cruel pain of the previous bond the Hobbit's bond was softer and kinder and was not attached to the same 'hook' as the trio's.

The moment she could the tigress looked back over the battle and was horrified to see a terrifying Uruk-hai pacing over the mound to her left. This Uruk had no leather armour on his arms and wore no helmet thus his face was bared for all to see. The white hand print over his face sent shivers down her spine and made her fur stand on end. This newcomer smelt of blood and mud and of cruel delight.

This Uruk-hai was called Lurtz and was the first-born of Saruman's fighting orcs. In his very first moments after being born from the mud, the Uruk-hai had killed and feasted on an orc. Bloodlust and the desire for torture ran through his very essence and his foulness and very being repelled the pure Ame-no-Mihashira.

Lurtz raised a bow and notched a dark-fletched arrow to its string. Looking in the direction the Uruk was aiming Ammy was horrified and terrified to see that it was aimed at the valiantly battling Boromir who was blissfully unaware as his concentration was consumed by the Uruk-hai closest to him.

Stumbling down the hill Ammy shouted to Boromir but over the noise of his fighting and the harsh cries of his opponents her warnings were lost to the air. Ayaka flew over to the Hobbits to try and get their attention but they were too busy fighting off Uruks and throwing rocks at the creatures to notice the tiny red glowing Tennyo flitting about and pulling the curls of their hair.

"Boromir! Boromir! Look out!" Ammy screamed. Her terrified voice could not reach him. Despite not getting off to the best of starts on their journey, the Ame-no-Mihashira had grown very fond of and attached to the Captain; as if he were her brother and her heart ached at the idea of his demise.

'I'm not going to make it!' She thought. 'He's going to die. If there are any gods listening I beg you, let me take the arrow for him! Don't let Boromir die. I will be indebted to you. Please!'

Lucifer and his three sisters looked on at the scene in Middle Earth. The Gates of Hell were wide open, there was an influx in souls to be sorted through to eternal damnation but Lucifer was too distracted by this strange female that had bewitched his youngest sister, to be concerned about the build-up by his front door.

"We should help her." Klotho pleaded with her kin but her cries fell on unfeeling hearts.

"This is her mess." Lachesis, the blue-haired second sister cut off Klotho with disdain in her voice. "Her thread has not yet run out and she seems to be gathering more of my threads and binding them to her by the minute."

There was a sense of disapproval from her second sister so Klotho turned her attention to her eldest red-headed sister who tended to be more affectionate towards mortals.

"Atropos, please! You choose how the mortal's life ends. Let him live! For Amaterasu's sake."

Despite the pleas and appeals to her better nature, Atropos' face was lined with sorrow. It was her burden to choose the method in which every mortal's life ended and over the millennia as Man created more weapons the variety and cruelty of death grew and consumed the worlds. Very few humans died of old age or natural causes in Middle Earth and so choosing deaths for the inhabitants always brought sorrow to the oldest sister.

"You know I cannot interfere, Klotho. As much as it pains me, Boromir's life must end now. Lachesis has measured his thread and his time is drawing to an end. You already risked Amaterasu meddling in the flow of lives when you let slip that one of her party would die. Thus she blames herself for the wizard's fall. She does not know he is not dead and so she punishes herself. Giving mortals knowledge of who will die and where, when and how is never wise. You must learn from this mistake Klotho and so must the Ame-no-Mihashira. Boromir dies, that is my final word."

With that last ringing sentence Atropos swept from the Gates of Hell, her long black, silk dress trailing the floor behind her and as she passed through the Gates into the Underworld the cries of tormented souls grew louder.

Patting her younger sister on the shoulder, a rare sign of affection, Lachesis turned from the screens that covered the wall and left to go through an open doorway. As she disappeared from view her blue hair seemed to darken a shade as it reflected her mood.

Only Klotho and Lucifer were left now and the youngest of The Children of Hell looked as if she would burst into tears at any second. She too abandoned the screen that seemed paused on the white and silver and tigress and moved over to the lectern where the Book of Souls lay. Klotho had brought her spinning wheel out so that she could sit with Lucifer, spin her threads and keep an eye on the Ame-no-Mihashira. The moment the goddess had noticed that her friend was in trouble the golden-haired female had summoned her brethren and pleaded for their help to no avail.

Watching his forlorn younger sister Lucifer sighed and summoned his servant Tuk. The grotesque imp-like creature with its bulging eyes, large ears and waif-like frame (save for the bloated stomach) was at his Master's side in a flash of light and a puff of green smoke. Bending down the Lord of the Underworld spoke quietly into the servant's ear.

Grinning manically Tuk nodded his head vigorously and grinned widely revealing a few sharp teeth within his rotting mouth.

"You understand?" Lucifer raised one soot black eye brow and was pleased with the cowed expression that plastered itself across the slave's face. "Good. Then go and do my bidding Tuk."

Another flash of light and a puff of blue smoke and the creature was gone, leaving only the scent of sulphur behind.

Sighing Lucifer walked reluctantly away from the screens that showed him life on different worlds and went back to his paperwork. The god may not be able to directly interfere or aid the plucky Amaterasu but he could certainly send a slave to give the female a shove in the right direction.

Grinning smugly Lucifer summoned the next soul. If everything worked out, Amaterasu would owe him a favour…and the god planned to collect…

Tuk appeared in the middle of a battle and let out a shriek. Darting away from the Uruk-hai he hid behind a tree. It had been several decades since the demon had been to a world and he had all but forgotten what the feel of wind, sun and life itself was like. The Underworld had no wind, no sun and there was the constant stench of perpetual death.

Grinning manically the imp-like creature peered round the tree. Searching the open glade Tuk saw the Man, two creatures who were slightly taller than him and a few metres away was the demon's quarry. Scampering through the battle unnoticed the demon scurried past Uruks and swinging blades till he barrelled into the tigress and stopped her still in her tracks.

The head on collision had left both the demon and the tigress dazed and as Ammy shook her head Tuk made sure to cast the spell over the disorientated feline. His master had given him this particular spell that encouraged change within the victim. Apparently it would cause the Ame-no-Mihashira's animal form to change.

Hopefully the transformation would be useful to the woman and would aid her in saving the Man's life. Smirking Tuk ran past the glowing animal, which had gained the attention of every being in the clearing, and clambered a tree to perch on a low branch. The deal with the devil would only be considered a success if the Man lived.

Ammy looked down at her paws as the golden lights began to play and dance over her body. Peering through the mist-like glow she could just about make out that the fighting had ceased as all the participants turned their attention to her.

"No pressure then." She mumbled but was quickly silenced as pain wracked her body. She could feel her limbs stretching and mutating. Her fangs seemed to widen and then flatten leaving molar-like shapes behind. Her body seemed to bulk up and at the same time lengthen. Ammy shifted nervously and realised that the ground seemed further away. Her nostrils flared and she scented the Uruks amazement and hunger at the sight of the pure creature.

Finally the transformation was complete and Ammy trampled at the leaves underneath her. She could sense the tension in the air and her ears flicked back and forth as she listened to the hungry grumblings of the servants of Saruman.

The Ame-no-Mihashira was now a horse. Standing at least fifteen hands Ammy could feel her body quivering in excitement her equine senses registering the tension and battle in the air. The grey mare was shining white in the dappled light that fell through the leaves and her silver mane and tail were long, wild and untamed. Her mane fell down the arch of her neck and glistened as she pranced, her forelock lay down over her right eye and she tossed her head agitatedly to clear her vision. The very longest hairs in her tail were mere centimetres from touching the forest floor and when she reared back on her hind legs the tips brushed the ground.

Landing back on the ground the grey mare stomped her hoofs which were made more impressive by the snow white feathers that encompassed the foot. Whinnying she began to race forward, powered by strong muscles and covering ground quickly.

Shocked into action by the grand horse's sudden and ferocious movement the Uruk-hai turned back to their task and began to strike blows at Boromir, Merry and Pippin. The two Hobbits had been emboldened by Ammy's appearance and began throwing stones and rocks once again. Their practiced eyes and arms threw their weapons with startling accuracy. Years of felling apples from orchards in the Shire and distracting Farmer Maggot's dogs had given them much practice which was put into good use.

Boromir despite lacking his shield was ferocious. His blade shone in the sunlight despite its coating of black blood. Sweat dripped from the Man but he was not diminished by the continuous onslaught.

Glancing up at the now stationary Uruk with the bow Ammy's gold eyes widened further as she saw him pulling the bowstring to his face and looking down the shaft of the arrow.

"Boromir!" She squealed and was gratified when the Gondorian moved towards her. The Uruk's bow followed the man and putting on one last burst of speed Ammy jumped. Sailing over the head of an Uruk she felt her back hooves clip it hard and the creature went down. Landing hard she stumbled and then regained her footing. One step, two steps, three and then the Uruk released his arrow. Fourth step and she was in front of the Gondorian, the arrow's shaft sinking into her front-left shoulder.

Letting out an equine squeal of pain she continued moving. Her shrill scream echoed in the air, causing the Hobbits to wince and cover their ears at the horse's eerie scream. Ayaka screeched in rage and anger, her red light burning a deeper ruby red, and flew at Lurtz's face sinking her tiny nails into his hardened skin.

The Uruk simply batted the Tennyo away but let out a yelp as her red light scorched his hand. As the tiny red fae-like woman came back for a second attack the Uruk swung his hand harder and sent the Tennyo wheeling away. Her tiny body hit the tree Tuk was hiding in and the demon scampered down to the base, gathered Ayaka up in a hand and the clambered back up to his safe branch again.

Ammy continued cantering in order to gauge the amount of damage inflicted. The arrow had sunk deep into her shoulder muscle and Ammy shivered at the pain. She was lucky, as far as she could tell the arrow had not hit her bone or any of her tendons and so she was still quite capable of movement.

Cantering Ammy barged past Uruks sending them crashing to the ground and then they struggled back to their feet, brandishing their crude weapons at her as they pursued the grey mare. The horse ran in a wide circle coming back around in order to fight alongside Boromir but as she was cantering towards him the Uruk had raised his bow once again and released the arrow before Ammy could even draw in a breath with which to warm Boromir.

The arrow pierced the Gondorian's chest and he stumbled backwards, gasping and clutching at the air.
Whinnying and shaking her head Ammy thundered towards Boromir and slid to a stop just as he went to his knees.

"Get up Boromir! Get up!" She grabbed the back of his shirt between her teeth and pulled him gently upwards. Uruks were descending upon them and she shifted nervously.

As he hung limply in Ammy's grip Boromir caught sight of the worried Halflings. Boromir felt his heart twinge in pain at their concerned faces and a sudden surge of protective spirit filled his being and gave him strength. Staggering to his feet the Man swung his sword in time to block a blow from an Uruk. The weakly forged blade of Saruman's servant rang dully at the collision and snapped leaving the creature defenceless.

Swiping his sword Boromir cut the head from the Uruk and then turned to catch two trying to sneak up behind him. The ache in his flesh did not dull his senses but rather heightened them. Every movement counted and each swing of his blade caused the arrow to shift and embed itself further within his body. One of the Uruks slipped on a pool of the Gondorian's blood and before it could rise up to battle once more Amaterasu trampled it.

The mare's ears were pressed flat to her skull and her teeth were bared in a crude and vicious sneer. Nostrils flaring, mane and tail fluttering wildly Ammy was a constant presence at Boromir's back. Using her body mass she toppled her foes and a hoof to the head made sure they stayed down. Parrying with her hooves she kept the more intelligent Uruks at bay. Despite being cleverer than their companions these Uruks were wary of receiving a blow to the head from the mare.

Within minutes her flanks were covered with sweat and foam was forming in the corners of her mouth as bloodlust overtook the herbivore. Rearing up she slammed down on her foe and then kicked out with her hind legs.

Then there was a 'snick', a whoosh of air and a dull thud as a third arrow flew and hit its target. Boromir doubled over as a second arrow went into his lower stomach and went straight through his body, piercing his armour twice and dripping blood from his back. Landing on his knees Boromir sucked in a strangled breath and then toppled to his side.

"Seize the Halflings!" Cried Lurtz with triumph and malice present in his gravelly voice. "And bring the shapeshifter. Master is always eager for new pets to torture. And if we get hungry on the way we can always eat it!"

His fellow Uruk-hai let out a mass cry and two grabbed the Hobbits and slung them under their arms. Crying out and wriggling Merry and Pippin could only writhe in their captors hold and watch as Boromir crashed to the ground with Ammy standing over him, her legs strong and firm and neck proudly curved. The last the two Hobbits saw of their friends was Boromir lying on his back and watching Lurtz stamp towards him and Ammy rearing on her hind legs, mane fluttering in the wind as she fended off her would be captors…

A/N: The Penultimate Chapter! Phew! Been a long time coming this one. I had it all planned out in my head from the moment I began the Fellowship.

I hope you are all gambling on whether Boromir lives or not. And I hope you are enjoying the interjections from Kiyiya and the wolves. Please let me know!

The last chapter is complete. I will not be posting it however unless I receive a good response from this chapter. So review and you could possibly have the last chapter of Bargaining with Death within the next 24 hours… We're on 355 reviews… Make it up to 380 (or possibly 400) and the Final Chapter of BWD will be posted tomorrow (Wednesday). You can do it guys! I know you want to read the last chapter which is called "Breaking"…

Thanks to:
DragonBlade1000- It was okay? The battle scene was totally freaking me out as I've never written anything like it before! I was really worried that it was too graphic and picky. You'll have to wait and see where Ammy goes! I hope it doesn't disappoint!
Dhalmi93- I write something every day. Even if it's only a few sentences something gets written be it for this fic or my new one. Plot twist made me happy too!
Emzy2k11- Hello my friend. I've updated. In the space of a week too. I hope you are happy!
Calemireth- I'm sad too. But I think the end has been coming for a long time now (over a year)! Boromir may or may not live…
Katgirl – Amberly is pretty. You don't have red hair? Amaterasu is my favourite Japanese God so I had to use her name in my fic.
GleekLover2012- You're review was really touching! I absolutely adore that moment in the Fellowship between Aragorn and Frodo and so I didn't want Ammy to intrude on their friendship. Ammy and Frodo's paths will cross once again. Glad that Ammy's breakdown didn't come across badly! Thank you soo much!
Danda225- There will be a bird (Sneak Peak- it's a white-tailed kite) ;) Sweet of your cousin to break your retainers. I bet you are heartbroken! I don't dare break mine cause they are really, really, really expensive… Rise of the Guardians is an amazing film! There are a couple of sites online where you can watch it for free! ;) Thanks for reviewing as usual you amazing person!
Gerand- Thank you, you amazing person! You slogged through it all! (Ammy is overcome with gratitude) My only problem with Ammy going with Frodo is that the story would become really, really repetitive. There aren't enough events/characters for her to interact with. Anyway it would never have worked out cause otherwise Ammy wouldn't be able to rescue her people. Boromir? Tune in, in the last chapter to find out his fate! If I did do Arammy Arwen wouldn't be left alone. I have a cunning plan in that eventuality. Not saying it is going to happen (cause I still don't know yet) but if it were to occur then Arwen would not be left alone.
jonnioholo- Boromir has to die, But why because I like pie? Interesting poem. Can't say anyone has ever written me poetry before… Ummm thank you? Ammy says thanks too.
I am awesome Prussia- Thank you! I didn't get the reference…could you tell me what it is from? Hope this update is soon enough. Review again!
emmerx- Boromir…dying…Boromir….living…. wait and see! ;)
Kistelle- Thank you for the compliments! We are trying to please, but know we cannot make everyone happy so hearing that someone is content is praise indeed. Aragorn/Ammy! Whoop!
Guest- I've noted the Lemmy desire.