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On the shore of New Hithoel, the Fellowship leapt out of their boats and clambered onto the wooden shore, pulling the elven-canoes up onto the dry ground.

Aragorn looked around him before taking in a deep breath. "We cross the lake at nightfall, hide the boats, and continue on foot." His gaze darkened. "We approach Mordor from the North."

Gimli looked up at that. "Oh, yes, just a simple matter of finding our way through Emyn Muil, an impassable labyrinth of razor sharp rocks." He announced, voice filled with gloom. "And after that it gets even better...a festering, stinking marshland, far as the eye can see."

"This is our road." Aragorn turned to his friend. "I suggest you take some rest and recover your strength, Master Dwarf." Gimli scoffed, indignant. "Recover my..."

Legolas, who'd been eyeing the forests around them, turned to Aragorn with urgency. "We should leave now."

"No." Aragorn shook his head. "Orcs patrol the Eastern shore. We must wait for cover of darkness."

"It's not the Eastern shore that worries me." Legolas murmured, casting a glance around into the Parth Galen forest. "A shadow and a threat has been growing in my mind. Something draws near, I can feel it."

Aragorn looked at Legolas, as if knowing what he meant.

Chloe's eyes narrowed.

What was going on?

Clark suddenly stepped forwards. "Where's Frodo?"

From where he'd been sitting on the ground, nearly asleep, Sam jolted up.

Aragorn's head snapped round, his gaze flying to Boromir's shield, which lay abandoned. "Where is Boromir?"

As one they divided and took to searching the forest for their missing friends.

Chloe, a cold finger of dread trailing its way up her spine, kept her bow clenched in her fist, her sheath of arrows slung over her shoulder. She was worried for Frodo because out of all of them, the Ring seemed to have Calling Boromir more than anyone, and the fact that the three of them (for she counted the Ring as a living being) was missing didn't bode well for the hobbit.

On the slopes of Amon Hen, the daylight streaming through the trees, she followed Boromir's voice, finding him swinging his blade around wildly, yelling into thin air.

"I see your mind! You will take the ring to Sauron! You will betray us! You go to your death and the death of us all! Curse you! Curse you and your Halflings!" Boromir stumbled and fell, and then his body shook as if it the throes of a fit. Slowly, slowly, he came to, bringing a hand to his head as if disoriented. "What have I done?"

"Boromir?" Chloe called, wary.

The Steward of Gondor looked up at her, horrified. "I attacked him! The Ring-it's call-I couldn't control myself-I-I'm sorry Frodo."

Going towards Boromir, Chloe bent to her knees and placed a hand on his slumped shoulders. "Is Frodo okay?"

"He put on the Ring and disappeared to safety." Boromir nodded, bringing his hands to cover his face. "Thank the Gods that I didn't-I could have-."

"But you didn't hurt him." She comforted him, seeing the genuine horror and repentance on his face. "Don't beat yourself up for it, Isildur himself came up against the Ring's Call and couldn't turn his back on it. If the man who beat Sauron himself couldn't resist the Call, you can't beat yourself too much because you couldn't either."

Boromir looked up at her, eyes pained. "Thank you, Lady Chloe. If...is Lady Moira was a strength like this to Isildur, I can understand how he vanquished Sauron the first time."

She smiled down at him.

Suddenly there was a scream, and Merry and Pippin broke through the bushes, faces pale and pointing behind them in terror.

That was the only warning Chloe and Boromir had as suddenly the ground started to shake, and all around them, crashing through the foliage, weapons drawn, were an army of Orcs and another larger, fiercer looking species of creature that Chloe had never seen before.

The hobbits looked around, terrified, pulling out their wee swords once they realized they were surrounded and had no where to run.

"Orc and Uruk-hai scum." Boromir held his sword up. "Merry, Pippin, stay between Miss Chloe and I. We will keep you safe."

The hobbits nodded, rushing between them.

Chloe pulled out an arrow from her sheath and fired at the Uruk-hai and Orcs closest to her, continuing to fire as the creatures charged.

Boromir yelled a war cry and sliced, dodging blows and rendering fatal ones instead.

But there were too many.

Chloe knew that alone they weren't going to make it.

Still she fired arrow after arrow, felling those monstrous, humanoid beasts that charged them with murderous fury.

"There's too many." Chloe whispered, letting loose another arrow, knowing that she didn't have too many left.

Boromir turned his head to the hobbits. "Run." And with that he pulled out the horn from his side and blew on it.

The sound echoed throughout the woods-their cry for help.

Her arrows ran out, and Chloe pulled out her sword from its sheath around her hips, yelling as she fought off the Uruk-hai and Orcs coming closer and closer. With every blow and parry, every spurt of blood and cry of pain, the weblike-scars covering most of the side of her body began to throb once more, heating up.

Chloe could fight with the sword, she knew enough, but she just didn't have the talent with it that she had with the bow and arrow. It was only a matter of time before the sword flew out of her hands and embedded itself blade down into the ground too far away from her for her to try for it.

The blonde looked up at the Orc sneering at her.

She dodged his blow, falling to the ground and kicking out at him, only to have him grab her by the ankle and yank her up, suspending her in the air upside down.

The creature laughed darkly.

Considering he had just brought her next to his unprotected manly bits, the creature really shouldn't have been so lighthearted.

Elbowing back into his crotch, Chloe fell with a loud thud when the creature screamed in pain, doubling over, dropping his heavy sword.

The blonde only had seconds to reach the ridiculously heavy thing and thrust it into his face, before leaving it embedded there as the Orc fell to the ground.

Her scars were throbbing viciously.

A mace came down next to her, embedding its spikes into the ground, barely missing her.

Her world was going foggy again.

As the creature yanked the mace out of the ground, Chloe moved on instinct, reaching up and grabbing the monster by the neck, staring into its beady, soulless eyes. There was a rush of heat and darkness and then she collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

The Uruk-hai stood still for a moment, weblike scars encircling its throat before crawling up his head and down his torso, and then with a yell he turned and started swinging his weapon at his own race, felling any Uruk-hai or Orcs coming towards her.

And Chloe could see, as if in double vision, through the eyes of the Uruk-hai.

She watched as he felled his comrades, saw through his eyes as, up in front, Merry and Pippin were caught from where they'd been running, and were taken away by the Uruk-hai.


And yet she was too weak to move, all life seeming to have left her body.

The Uruk-hai she'd touched continued to fight his own, the throbbing scars growing to cover all his body, and when he finally fell to another monster's blade, his body disintegrated into nothing but dust. His ash blew onto a couple others and they screamed as they began to burn as if acid had been thrown on them.

Suddenly a black arrow thudded into Boromir's chest, and yet amazingly he continued fight, but another arrow...and another...brought him to his knees.

"Boromir!" Chloe cried, trying to stand, her strength returning slowly back to her now that the Uruk-hai she'd touched was dead.

The Uruk-hai that'd shot Boromir came towards him, aiming another arrow at his heart, when suddenly Aragorn charged at the creature, smashing the bow with his sword. They locked in a deadly battle, and Chloe knew that Aragorn could defeat the beast, so she rushed to Boromir's side.

The other creatures were leaving now that they had the hobbits.

Apparently that was the reason they'd attacked.

"I'm so sorry!" She whispered, resting his head on her lap, hand hesitating over the arrows, not knowing if she'd cause more trouble by pulling them out and letting the blood flow freer.

"They took the little ones..." Boromir whispered hoarsely.

"I know." She whispered, voice breaking. "We'll get them back."

Aragorn felled the creature and rushed towards them, falling to his knees next to them, eyeing the wounds.

"Frodo..." Boromir asked, panicked. "Where is Frodo?"

"I let him go." Aragorn answered as he pulled the arrows from his chest and tried to staunch the flow of blood.

Chloe looked up at that, shocked.

Aragorn had been tested by the Call of the Ring and had defeated it!

Boromir held Aragorn's gaze painfully. "Then you did what I could not." Shame was visible on his paling face. "I tried to take the Ring from him."

"The Ring is beyond our reach now." Strider promised him, pressing down on the wound harder.

"Forgive me," Boromir's voice was odd. "I did not see...I have failed you all."

"No, Boromir." Chloe's voice broke. "You fought bravely, you protected us all for as long as you could, all on your own." She smiled down tearfully at him. "You are a true warrior."

Aragorn tried to bind Boromir's wound.

"Leave it!" Boromir wouldn't allow it, his body shaking. "It is over...the world of Men will fall and all will come to darkness...and my city to ruin." He looked up at Aragorn in desperation, his voice going softer as his strength drained out of him along with his blood. "Aragorn..."

Strider took in a deep breath, steeling himself as he looked deep into Boromir's eyes. "I do not know what strength is in my blood, but I swear to you...I will not let the White City fall, nor your people fail..."

"Our people..." Boromir whispered. "Our people."

Chloe bit down on her bottom lip to keep her sobs from escaping, eyes vision blurry from the tears welling in her green orbs.

Aragorn placed Boromir's sword in his hand, and Boromir's fingers tightened around the hilt.

"I would have followed you, my brother..." Boromir's gaze held Aragorn's firmly, with the desperation of a dying man who knew his breaths were numbered. "My captain, my King."

And with that, his eyelids fell closed.

"Boromir." Chloe whispered in a choked voice, her tears finally fall free, and bathing his face.

Aragorn gazed down sadly at his fellow warrior. "Be at peace, son of Gondor." He bent down and kissed Boromir's forehead.

Legolas, Gimli and Clark appeared out of the bushes, covered in bruises and blood, and yet thankfully alive.

Sorrow crossed their faces as they came upon so sad a scene.

Clark's gaze met Chloe's.

"Are you hurt, My Lady?" Aragorn asked softly, cupping her cheek.

She turned to look at her Ranger, shaking her head, her tears cascading down her cheek and onto his hand.

His thumb caressed her cheek.

Leaning forwards Aragorn pressed a tender kiss to her forehead before standing, gaze falling down to the body of their fallen comrade. "They will look for his coming from the White Tower...but he will not return."

Chloe closed her eyes tightly and bowed her head.


There was silence as Lois and Oliver just gazed at the picture burnt on the page of the book.

The remainder of the Fellowship stood around Boromir's fallen bodies, the cadavers of the Uruk-hai's all around them, and Chloe held Boromir on her lap as she cried over him.

"I am evil?" Lois asked, voice scratchy. "When he died...I was relieved...because it wasn't her." She looked up at Oliver, eyes shiny with unshed tears. "Does that make me a bad person?"

He shook his head, gulping. "No, it doesn't." He paused. "And if it does, then I'm evil too."

The exes shared a look before looking back down, reaching a peace between them that they hadn't since their breakup.

Lois sighed and got up. "I need to go to the bathroom."

And with that she went to the bathroom.

Oliver watched her go, shaking his head, before looking down at the book.

His eyes widened at what was being burnt on the pages.

"Lois is going to be so pissed."

And then, in the blink of an eye, he was gone.


At the Falls of Rauros, they watched as Boromir drifted down the river. He was lying in one of the boats, his arms crossed over his chest, his broken horn at his side.

The remains of the Fellowship watched as the boat plunged over the massive falls, disappearing into the vapor below.

"If we are quick, we will catch Frodo and Sam before nightfall." Legolas finally spoke, looking up.

Aragorn gazed towards the far shore, where Frodo and Sam's small boat could be seen lying on the distant riverbank. His gaze then went to Chloe, and she nodded, stepping towards him and slipping her hand into his.

Clark looked between them before blinking, realization hitting hard. "We're not going to be going after Frodo and Sam, are we?"

"Frodo's fate is no longer in our hands." Aragorn nodded, voice firm.

Gimli sighed, shoulders slumping. "Then it has all been in vain...the Fellowship has failed."

"Not if we hold true to each other." Aragorn shook his head.

"And we have to go find Merry and Pippin." Chloe reminded them. "We can't leave those two to be tortured and killed...and eaten."

"No." Aragorn agreed. "Not while we have strength left." He pulled out a hunting knife and strapped it on. "Leave all that can be spared behind." A steely glint lit his eyes. "We travel light."

Legolas shared a smile with Clark before nodding. "Let's hunt some Orc."

"Yes!" Gimli shook his ax in the air. "Ha!"

Sharing a look, Chloe, Aragorn, Legolas, Clark and Gimli turned and disappeared into the woods, following their attacker's trail.


Returning from the bathroom, Lois wiped her hands on her pants and frowned when she looked up, finding Oliver's seat empty.

Had he gone outside to make a call and see how the Justice League were doing?

Annoyed that he would go and leave the book unattended, Lois sat down and peered at the writing that'd appeared after she'd gone to the bathroom.

Her eyes widened.

Her mouth fell open.

"You've got to be screwing with me!"


Lol. Well, the first segment is FINALLY finished! Hope you all enjoyed it...and see you in the sequel!