A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS! It is currently 1:22 AM here, and I am waiting for laundry... -_-

Soooo... I went to my very first midnight movie premiere... THE HOBBIT! OMG I LOVED IT! Even though I feel Jackson stretched it out far too long, and there is no need for three movies. Two would have been just fine. But Martin Freeman makes an awesome Bilbo (and not that bad looking either, but don't even get me STARTED on Kili!), and Richard Armitage is AMAZING. The movie is exactly how I imagined it in the book. That is my review(:

I even wore a "Frodo Lives" t-shirt! And I sent something to Elijah Wood, with an SASE inside! I should be getting a signed photo back sometime.

Whatever. Here is my Christmas present to all my fellow followers and reviewers. You guys have already given me the present of being faithful to my story, even through that horrible writer's block (where I fear I may have lost followers...) and my laziness!

It is short, yep. And no score today! But something unexpected happens... DUN DUN DUNNNNNN!

Good, or bad?

Read to see(:

Merry CHRISTmas to everyone! And a happy Hobbit new year!

I watched as Karolyn left me and joined her two friends. Tears streamed down my face as I saw Faramir bid them and the creature goodbye. He led them away and I sat there, crying. The fighting had died down, and everyone was resting. Faramir walked back and stopped as he saw me. Shameful of my tears, I looked down.

"Do not be afraid, milady." He said, placing a hand beneath my chin. He tilted my head up and studied me.

"Such beautiful eyes, should not be filled with sorrow," he said as I blushed. I wanted to giggle, but only managed a smile. He smiled back at me and helped me up. Unsheathing his sword, I gasped and flinched.

"Do not worry! I am only cutting your bonds." He soothed as I felt the pressure and stinging lighten from my wrists. I smiled to myself now, I could grab! I felt for my sword and bow and arrows, but it wasn't there.

"We have your weapons," Faramir told me as I looked around.

"And?"

"I'm afraid you will not be receiving them. As of right now, you are still a prisoner of Gondor. Fight for us and we will release you." He quickly stated as I eyed him.

But that was the thing still. I was on Sauron's side. I didn't belong here with these enemies. I was faithfully serving Sauron, and still believed he needed me. Nodding my head with a lie, he shortly nodded his head and hade his way to some horses. Following him, he carefully scanned the horses and pointed to one.

"This will be yours. She's one of the fastest horses we have. We call her Naeramarth, meaning dreadful doom." He chuckled and patted the horses nose.

"You have a connection with this animal," I merely stated as he sadly stared at the ground. He nodded and sighed.

"He was my pony as a young man. I watched him enter the world and grow. I was only turning nineteen when my father allowed me to ride him." He paused and seemed to want to cry, "But, the horse was given to my brother, Boromir. He took her with him to Rivendell when the council was called. They returned with the horse, and Boromir continued on with the Fellowship."

I slightly gasped, the fellowship? Faramir waited for me, and I motioned for him to continue, "My brother died on the journey."

"I'm sorry, Captain Faramir-"

"Faramir." He smiled, "Just Faramir."

I nodded, "Faramir, I know what it's like to lose a sibling. As of right now, my twin is missing. I haven't been able to find her for a while now." I sadly sad as he nodded.

Gen woke up with a startle. Nightmares of the awful, swirling, green light from Mordor replayed in her restless dreams that night. Pippin still slept in his bed across the room, and she assumed Gandalf was up and about. She stretched and stood up, not before a knock at the door was heard. Sighing, she made her way to it.

"Hello?"

"Good morning, milady! A message from his Lord Denethor!" The small messenger boy piped. She stood up straighter and breathed in deeply. The steward, wanting her?

"He requests you join your friend, the Guard of the Citadel, when he visits today." The boy smiled as he announced the message. She nodded vaguely and the boy bowed, then left her. Closing the door, she stumbled back slightly.

The Steward of Gondor had requested her to visit as well? She smiled to herself, feeling high in honor. Running to Pippin's side, she shook him awake.

"Pip, Pip!" She shouted as he moaned and swatted at her.

"What?" He growled at her as he sat up.

"Get up, up! Today you and I visit Lord Denethor!"

"You and I?" He asked as she rushed to his closet. She set his uniform on his bed and his day outfit in his hands.

"Yes! The messenger just told me I could, yes!" She exclaimed as she felt overjoyed. For some reason, she just felt excited. An odd reason.

"Gen, we go later in the afternoon! Not now, it's nearly past nine o' clock!"

She jumped on his bed, "An early start could never hurt, get up!" She said as she grabbed his hands and pulled him up. He literally looked like a zombie rising from the dead. Chuckling, she patted his cheeks and his eyes fluttered open.

"Alright! I'm up!" He complained as she hopped off and then gave him some day clothes. Within the next hour, Gen had gotten ready much faster than he had and both headed to breakfast. Discussing various topics, the two had kept a sturdy conversation. Until they began to reminisce about home.

Now leaving the dining hall, they rounded a corner, when they were stopped by Gandalf.

"Peregrin Took, Genevieve Nicks, there is a task now to be done! Another opportunity for one of the Shire folk to prove their great worth." He led them to the base of a great watch tower, and placed his hands on their shoulders, "You must not fail me."

Pippin and Gen looked at each other confusedly, but then nodded. They began to climb the tower, quickly and quietly.

Faramir walked back to his friends, and sat by a fire. It was cold, and my new horse nudged up against me. Smiling, I pet her nose as leaned into my touch.

"Hush, you're fine," I said as she whinnied.

Now that I thought about it, I was still pledged to fight with Sauron. I would not fail him. Even Saruman said that the Great Lord himself knew I'd be a good addition. Surely the orcs would know who I was if I came to their side? Sauron must have told them about me! He must have! Maybe, when the orcs came finally, I could slip away and run alongside the boats. They'd know who I was!

I was going to. I decided.

My thoughts were interrupted by Faramir who suddenly waved me over. I smiled at him and nodded, petting my horse and walked to him as he stood.

"Yes?"

"Come with me," he said as I nodded. He led me to a few broken columns, water right out front.

"I hear you're good," he suddenly said.

I blinked, "You, hear I'm good?" I repeated as he nodded.

"Word has reached my ears of a woman from the south, who can wield a bow and arrow as good as an elf, and wield a sword like the rangers from the north. I know that is you," he said as I blushed. Even word had reached the enemies ears?

"Perhaps that is me. Why?"

"Fight for us, after Osgiliath I mean. Gondor could use a soldier like you." He said as I smiled.

"I don't know, maybe?"

"Please," suddenly, the space between us had gotten smaller. I was pressed up against the column, and he had taken my hands. Looking down, we released out hands simultaneously.

"Maybe," I replied. He nodded as I looked up.

Then, he kissed me.

KISSED ME!

On the lips!

It took me so much by surprise that I pulled back at first, then I pulled him back again. We kissed again, I don't know why. He just, did! We kissed for awhile, his lips moving softly against mine, maybe even some tongue? It was beautiful.

We broke apart as shuffling behind us could be heard. His hands were on my waist, and my arms around his neck.

"I am sorry," he said backing away. He let me go, but I pulled him back,

"No! No, please. It's okay-" He pushed away again.

"No. That was wrong of me. Please forgive me."

Now men rushed around us, and Faramir disappeared quickly into the men. I leaned against the column, staring into the darkness, hoping he would come back for me.

"Milday!" Someone cried as I turned to them.

"The orcs! They are coming from the north!"

The north? Now why on earth would they be so stupid? All of Osgiliath knew they were here! I nodded and ran to a spot where no one was. I had to think, where on earth were they coming from? I suddenly tripped as I took a step back, and tumbled out a hole in the wall. The water next to me was still, and I groaned and stood.

The orcs were right in front of me. On boats! They were deadly silent, and seemed to be ghosts. Someone spotted me on the boat, and urged the captain. He turned to me and I stood, waving my arms. He squinted, and others began to whisper.

"Quiet!" He warned harshly. He nodded at me, and I smiled to myself. They knew me. Now I looked up at a soldier standing watch. He had just turned and saw them coming in. Notching an arrow to my bow, quicker than I had noticed, I released it and he fell.

What had I just done?

The orcs smiled at me and I nodded.

Now I heard the men running to the body, and I crouched low. They began to panic, and I heard Faramir's voice cry out, "They're not coming from the north! Quick, quick!"

Men ran to different posts. The orcs stiffened and the captain turned to them, "Faster!" He commanded the people rowing. The boats sped up just a little and they neared the shore, me following them.

"Draw swords," I heard him command. The sound of metal could be heard, so I drew mine quietly. The boats hit the shore and the orcs poured out. I waited until the right moment. Suddenly, fighting ensued and that's when I joined in. The fighting started out slow, then began to grow. The orcs ran around me as I began to kill every Gondorian soldier in my way.

I was back with Saruon, never to switch sides.

Well, yep. I turned Ginger back to the dark side again.

And, FARAMIR AND GINGER IN LOVE?! WHAT?! Anyone see this coming? Haha(:

Thank you so much guys! Hope this was a good present!

REVIEW! Thanks!

Oh, anyone gone to see The Impossible (with Ewan McGregor and Naomi Watts) yet? I might, and hope its good!