A/N: Guys, I am SO sorry I haven't been updating.

Some things have come up in my life that have been tough. All I ask for are your prayers, please. It's tough.

Plus I've got school.

I've been trying to get back into this, and like I said, I just need some prayers. I still love you all and WILL finish this! I am assuring you, my fellow reviewers/followers, that I will not stop writing! I just may have long gaps in between updating. I have already written out the Shelob scene, and the ending. Ahh! Cannot wait for you guys to read it, and with the music too!

Anyways, go and check out the art people have done for me on DeviantART! One score today! It used to be my favorite when I was younger and first getting into LoTR. "The Sacrafice of Faramir (Feat Billy Boyd Perfoming 'The Edge of Night')"

Sorry it's so short!

DC: I own anything you DON'T recognize.

Chapter 7:

"So! I've missed you!" Genevieve exclaimed as we walked down the streets of Minas Tirith. It was a nice day, and I was happy to be back with my sister.

"I've missed you to." I replied as I hugged her from the side, we continued walking and sat down next to an apple cart.

"So, you know about Karolyn?"

"I met her, remember?"

"Oh yeah! So you must have met Frodo?" She asked. I nodded, remembering that he was the ring barer. How could I have let him slip from my hands so easily?

Maybe I shouldn't have been so tough on him? After all, I had been rather harsh about the whole situation.

What was I saying? Sauron needs that ring!

"Ginger?" Genevieve's voice snapped me from my thoughts. I jumped slightly, and nodded to her.

"That poor guy," she said.

I scoffed a little, "Yeah. Poor fellow."

"I'm serious though. He basically carries all Middle Earth around his neck!" She exclaimed and threw her arms in the air.

Not wanting to pick any fights this time, I simply nodded and leaned back against the wall.

"Where were you?" She asked.

Now I sat up straighter, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, where were you before Faramir found you?" She asked.

Shit.

I sighed and looked away, "Well, I don't exactly remember what it was called. I mean, someone found me and all, and he was really nice and welcoming. Like a grandfather almost. His name was, uh-"

I couldn't even think now. Genevieve watched as she waited for me to continue. I had to lie, for my own safety. What would happen if she told the wizard and he killed me?

"Bill! That was it, Bill. I wasn't with him for very long. Plus, I had no memory of anything. Sorry, but, I didn't even remember you."

Genevieve went wide eyed and sighed, "Alright, continue."

"Well, I was walking in the forest and all of a sudden, it flooded! I could have sworn I saw walking trees to. Then, Faramir found me, I met Karolyn and her friends, and all my memory came back. Simple as that."

"Walking trees?" She exclaimed brightly.

"Yeah! They were so cool-"

"I know!" She said as I looked at her.

"You, you've seen a walking tree?"

"Yes! Yes, that was us! Pippin, Merry, Diamond and I! The trees and us flooded this place called Isengard, Saruman the wizard lived there. Of course he was evil and all, but anyways, the trees pulled the dam apart by the river and flooded the whole place!"

Now my eyes went wide, and my blood boiled. That was them? They had flooded Isengard? What about Saruman? He had to have gotten out! Then, she gasped.

"That was when we could have sworn we saw you! Over in a field, but you didn't recognize us, I remember that now!" She paused and stared at me, "You okay?"

I growled, "Yes."

Then I stood up abruptly, causing her to follow suit. How dare they? My own sister!

"Hey, what's wrong?"

I glared at her, "Nothing, okay? Gosh, you know, mind your own business!"

Genevieve stood up and shoved me, "Listen, what's your problem?"

"You! That's what!"

"What on earth did I do too you?" She exclaimed.

"How, dare, you! How dare you! Destroy the only place that welcomed me, and the only person! Everyone else is either pushing me around, ordering me, yelling at me, or glaring daggers at me because they all know I've got something to hide! Well not anymore, I'm done!" I screamed at her. Never had we had a fight like this, not even at home! Genevieve was breathing heavily with confusion.

"What are you talking about?"

"I am Sigrid, I was taken in by Saruman The White! He clothed me, trained me, taught me, he was everything I had! Genevieve, I am a trained assassin! But now, he's gone and I can do nothing about it! He told me to run away, and now I know why. He knew you were coming. Why do you always have to ruin it?!" I shouted at her, Genevieve took a stumble backwards at the news, and now I realized some people began to stare. Painfully, it grew quiet. Hissing to myself, I looked back at my sister, who was fuming.

"So, you're on the enemy's side, aren't you?" She whispered as I nodded fiercely.

"And it is my job to find The Ring and bring it to my true master, Sauron." I snapped as she gasped.

For awhile, we said nothing, just staring each other down. Now she understood it all, and I did too.

Then, Genevieve said something that hurt a little.

"Well, who's stoppin' ya?" She quietly said. My head snapped to hers in surprise.

"What?"

(Start "The Sacrifice of Faramir Feat. Billy Boyd Performing 'The Edge of Night'")

"I said, who's stopping you? Go, run away! Kill Frodo and Sam, and your best friend, Karolyn. Kill them off so you can live! I don't need you," she said, then she began to back away.

I stood still, wanting to move but couldn't. The words were harsh, and seemed to cut through me like a blade. Stepping forward, I reached my hand out to her, "Gen-"

I was cut off by an arm grabbing my forearm.

"Lord Denethor has ordered that we retake Osgiliath. You are to fight with us," a soldier said as he began to pull me away. I ripped my arm away and looked back to my sister.

"Wait!" I shouted, I began to run to her, only to be pulled back by two guards.

"STOP! PLEASE, NO!" I screamed as I fought back, the soldiers began to pull me away as my sister stood there, crying and waiting for me to break free. Suddenly, a gold necklace flew from my pocket amidst the struggle. It hit the ground with a high pitch clang and bounced forward. With one last look of terror, we looked at each other. She ran and took the locket I had forgotten I carried, and I was pulled around the corner, screaming and crying.

Mounting a different horse, I was fitted with special small armor, since I was a woman. Being a woman in armor, I felt completely out of place. The men stared at me in confusion, some shook their heads. Faramir came in, and motioned for us to go. With one last sniff, I grabbed my bow and arrow and sheathed my sword. I was the last one to exit, and I stopped to look at Faramir. His head hung low.

"M'lady," he whispered, ushering me to leave.

Looking up at him, he automatically looked back to the ground. So badly I wanted to lean in and kiss him, so badly! It just didn't feel right, though.

"Faramir, I'm sorry," I whispered as I reached for his hand and grabbed it. Shaking his head, he gave me weak smile, trying to be strong.

I caressed his cheek once, then left. Talk amongst the soldiers was that The Lord Denethor was doing this, only to kill off his only son. The loss of his firstborn was too much. I got the impression very quickly that he favored the eldest. Faramir found a place in my heart that day, a much deeper place than it had been before. A much greater love.

Then, the horses began to walk ahead. We rounded the corner and I saw women, men, and children, standing on the sides of the streets. One woman gasped as she saw me, and ran too me. I held her hand as she shook hers in mine. Walking with me, hand in hand, she didn't want to let go. Neither did I. She stopped and handed me a flower. I took it and pinned it behind my ear and watched the woman wave at me as she grew smaller and smaller. I hadn't put on a helmet, I didn't want to too be honest. They all began to toss the flowers towards us, in silence and sadness. It was an eerie moment, and one I had hoped never to experience again. Some were crying, others nodding their heads, some shaking them. I watched Faramir as well, he had a blank stare and showed no emotion.

"Faramir!" I heard from behind, I spun around to see Gandalf riding up behind us, "Faramir!" He raced around us on his horse with Genevieve with him. She didn't even look at me, but I saw she wore my locket.

"Your father's will has turned to madness! Do not throw away your life so rashly!" The wizard called out in fear.

Faramir stared forward, "Where does my allegiance lie if not here? This is the city of the men of the Númenor. I will gladly give my life to defend her beauty, her memory, her wisdom."

I could have sworn he stole a glance at me. Gandalf stopped and watched as we continued to walk forward.

"Your father loves you, Faramir." He card out to the soldier, who seemed to feel nothing. As I passed them, the three looked at me. Genevieve was crying and Gandalf's eyes went wide. I nodded and slipped my helmet on.

"He will remember it before the end," Gandalf said to himself as I passed.

I could feel Genevieve's sadness. It was just this connection we had, I guess. So horribly I pained for her, and hoped she wouldn't watch. My eyes welled with tears.

After we left the gates of Minas Tirith, we formed a huge line. This was the strategic battle plan for war, and I became frightened. Guilt, sadness, and fear welled up inside of me as I notched an arrow. Then, we began to trot forward. I saw Faramir, our captain. Truly, he was a great one. He led us well and seemed to keep us in line fairly well. I gulped as we approached closer and closer. Now, I saw the outlines of orcs appearing within the ruins of the burnt city. The air was thick and a horrible foreboding hung in the air. Tears slid down my cheeks as we now began to gallop, faster and faster towards Osgiliath. Faramir called out the charge and the horses picked up pace. He drew his sword as everyone else followed suit. I kept mine sheathed, and notched my arrow even tighter. Balancing on my horse, I raised my chest up and prepared to fire.

It's like that deep breath before the drop of a roller coaster.

Or that deep breath you take before rounding a dark corner.

The deep breath before the plunge.

Or the deep, long, shaky breath, the horrible pause, before the first shot is fired.

The Orc leader called out the fire cry, and arrows sung through the air. A few horses around me went tumbling to the ground. My fear escalated when an arrow whizzed last my head, and I shot one of my own, knocking down an Orc.

This felt wrong! I should be on the other side!

But what if this was right? What if the will of Sauron was all wrong?

I released another arrow, and then, my horse went tumbling down.

Barely into the fight and my horse was dead! I flew off the horse and tumbled around on the ground a bit, before stopping. I lay on the ground screaming an sobbing, I now realized that there was screaming and cries from the men dying and the orcs squealing. It grew horribly loud in my ears and I stood up, and ran forward.

Onto the fight I ran.

Gandalf leaned against the wall, staring at the wall opposite of him.

Where were the three hobbits with The Ring? Dead? Alive?

This was all he could think of as he sat there.

Genevieve ran to Pippin, sobbing as he exited the hall of Denethor.

"I'm such a horrible sister!" she cried out as Pippin shushed her and held her tightly.

"Gen, you're not!"

"I am! I am! I yelled at her, and she's gone! Gone! Fighting! I may never see her again!" she exclaimed with sobs, and Pippin sighed.

"She'll be fine,"

"Pippin?" she asked from his chest.

"What?"

Gen paused and looked up at him in fear, "My sister was Saruman's trained assassin."

WHAT DID YOU THINK?!

I thought it was okay. A little Faramir and Ginger fluff! Will they return alive?

So... another fanfic idea popped into my mind...

So what if I wrote one (LoTR of course) about a girl. It would definitely be a Mary Sue, DO NOT HATE ON ME! HATE MY IMAGINATION! She would be the ring bearer, but I would keep Frodo in the story. I'm still debating on whether I'd leave Sam out or not. I'd probably take more scenes from the books too. I just was thinking the other day, "Would the story have changed at all if the ring bearer was a girl? Would the ring have had different effects on her than Frodo, since he was a guy?"

And POOF! The idea was there! I do think though, it would have all been different, even with the effects on her.

So... would anyone read it? I understand if y'all hate Mary Sue's though, I never read them (unless I like em from the start), but now I want to write one! It would be a Frodo/OC and a Faramir/OC.

ALSO! I was thinking about giving Aragorn either a younger sister or a twin sister! Now that would DEFINITELY twist things up a bit! It made me excited to be honest!

Opinions?

Ditch the idea?

I have chapters 1 and 2 started, but I'll wait to her from you guys!

-Mrs. Frodo Baggins

Kendall

Mirabella Millstone of Bywater

P.s.

Beatles fanfiction? NOPE! I GOTTA STAHHHHPPP! Ah! But... of course, I already have chapter 1 started... Dangit.