A/N: Part two of my two-month Anniversary sort-of extravaganza. Yep, that's right, The Doctor and River are back! The setting of this chapter was suggested by both Moonfur ADV and tommyginger. Also, I have given all the previous chapters actual names, since that is more fun.

"Mildly amusing" River said.

"Extremely exhilarating." The Doctor replied.

"Fairly interesting."

"Breakneck exciting."

"Probably better than a prison cell."

"Far better than that picnic last week."

"Nope. And besides, it was last year for me."

"You always have to have the last word, don't you?"

"Yes. Should have realised that before you married me." River smiled, realising she had won. Again. "But, I'm keeping an open mind. Lets give it another go, somewhere different this time."

"I guess I should probably keep it a surprise in that case."

"Oh sweetie." She gave him a small kiss on the cheek. "I know things about you that you yourself don't know. I love you, and care for you deeply, but I don't think you could ever surprise me."

"Oh really?" He asked quietly. His hand moved into his pocket, and he felt the second sonic screwdriver he carried all the time. He had designed it by himself, but for the first time ever, not for himself. Physically it resembled his previous model, but it was far more advanced. He didn't want to give it to River ever, that would be signing her death warrant. But he knew he had to someday. And the worst part was, he didn't know when. He didn't know when the two of them would turn their diary pages together, and find that they had done all there was to do, save one last trip together. It could be in a hundred years. It could be the very next day.

"Sweetie, are you okay?" River was looking curiously at him.

"Oh, I'm the King of Okay. I was just thinking about where to pick up lunch."

"But it's the middle of the night here!"

"Yes I was talking about, er, midnight-lunch as opposed to noon-lunch. Either way, you may want to get changed. Think futuristic, space-y kind of outfit. The TARDIS should have plenty your size."

"See what I mean? So predictable."

Fifteen and a half minutes later, The Doctor and River Song were standing outside the TARDIS.

He was wearing his usual tweed suit and bow-tie.

She was wearing high heeled boots, black shiny pants, a silver shiny shirt and a black shiny jacket. She had a silver belt round her waist, in which she had tucked in several fancy looking gadgets, including her pistol and squareness gun. She held a pair of silver shades in her hand.

They were standing on a large, open plain. The sky was cloudy, but a rich blue colour. The grass was golden. In the distance, a large group of horsemen could be seen riding away. Nearby was a still smoking mound of burnt corpses, with hideous bodies and leering faces.

River turned to the Doctor. The sun reflected off her shirt, causing her to resemble a giant light bulb. "I hate you."

The Doctor grinned. "No you don't."

Two horses were approaching them. They had not come from the large group they had seen earlier, but from the same general direction. The first horse was white in colour, upon it rode a fair faced man (probably) with pointed ears, and a much shorter fellow with a large brown beard. The second horse was ridden by a tired, weary looking man. However beneath that exterior there was still a hint of nobleness and dignity.

So focused were the trio on the mound of bodies that they barely even noticed the Doctor and River. It was only a few seconds after they had passed that they must have realised what they had seen, as they suddenly checked their steeds and turned them round.

"Hello!", The Doctor called towards them, waving his arms excitedly. They horses cautiously trotted towards them, but the riders did not disembark.

Aragorn looked down upon the strangely dressed man and the even more strangely dressed lady beside him.
"Who are you, and what is your business in the Riddermark?" he demanded in his most commanding voice, feeling a strange sense of irony.

"I'm the Doctor., and I'm... travelling. And this is my wife, River Song," the man replied.

"Oh, you had to say wife," River muttered to him. She had been doing nothing but stare at Aragorn since his arrival.

Aragorn smiled at her. "River Song. A beautiful name for a bea-" He took another look at her attire, "for a fascinating lady."

She glared furiously at the Doctor.

Aragorn turned his attention back to the Doctor. "My name is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. Tis a dangerous time for a healer to be wandering the wild plains of Rohan. However, since you and your lady are unarmed, I will trust you for now. I have urgent matters to deal with, but if I encounter you again I expect more information."

Him and his companions turned round once more, and rode towards the mound. The Doctor and River followed at a cautious pace, watching their actions carefully. They had disembarked from their steeds and were rooting frantically through the bodies. suddenly, the bearded one held something up. The Doctor couldn't make out what it was from the distance, but it seemed to infuriate the three of them, Aragorn in particular. He gave a yell that echoed across the plains and he furiously kicked a decapitated head as hard as it could.
River had to duck as it came flying towards her.

Aragorn was on the brink of despair, when suddenly he saw something on the ground. His keen ranger senses of observation kicked in, and he was down on the ground before he knew it.

"A hobbit lay here," he murmured under his breath, "And another...here."

He carefully followed the scuff marks their crawling had left, found the horse prints one very closely avoided, discovered the severed rope.

"Tracks lead away from the battle," he said, his hope and excitement growing, "And into Fangorn Forest."

"Oh, bravo!" The Doctor had returned. "You are brilliant, absolutely brilliant. You remind me of this friend I knew once, fantastic at observation and deduction and all that stuff. I really should pay him a visit sometime."

Aragorn actually smiled. "Ah, the mysterious Doctor. I see you did take the chance to escape I gave you."

"Why would I? Everything interesting is happening right here. I mean, what is there to do over there?" He gestured the empty plain behind him. As he did, some tumbleweed rolled past. "Wow, that was creepily convenient. Anyway, you haven't even introduced my to your friends."

"Of course." He pointed at the short bearded fellow. "This is Gimli, son of Gloin". He gestured towards the pointed eared man(?) with blond hair. "And this is Legolas of the Woodland Realm."

River frowned. "Hang on, you introduced Gimli as 'son of' but you didn't specify with Legolas. No offence, but I'm not quite certain myself."

Aragorn and Legolas both opened their mouths, but they were both cut off by a high melodious voice. "Don't worry. He is most definitely the son of Thranduil."

A woman had walked out of the forest. She too had pointed ears, but her hair was golden and her face was narrow. She wore a brown and green practical dress, she had a quiver and bow strapped across her back and a narrow sword sheathed at her side. She smiled at Legolas.
"Hello, brother."

A/N: I base the setting of the adventure based on what I know best, for Harry Potter it's the books, and for Lord of the Rings it's the movies. (I have read the books several times, but I'm still more familiar with the movies). Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. I wrote all this in one sitting, and it is the longest chapter yet. How cool is that? Leave a review, and I will reply to it, provided it isn't anonymous. I still welcome anonymous reviews, I just can't reply to them.
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