Hello, all me assylum breakies! I hope y'all like the story that was previous to this one in my trilogy.

Chapter 1: Thoughts and Fears

When the Uruks had attacked, Merry and Pippin had also become separated from the Fellowship. They had found a break in the fighting and they made a run for it. They had studied many maps in Minas Tirith and they knew the way to the Iron Hills. They would continue on alone.

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Aragorn walked into the clearing as he sheathed his sword.

"Well, we won." he said smiling.

"Aragorn! Aragorn!" a voice called.

Aragorn turned back around and saw Faramir running towards him.

"What is it?" Aragorn asked when Faramir reached him.

"They- they t-took Kira." he said, gasping.

Aragorn's eyes widened.

"Shall we follow Merry and Pippin?" Legolas asked.

Aragorn sighed.

"I do believe their fate is no longer in our hands, but we will not abandon Kira. We must hurry, the Uruks will be quick and they will more than likely show her no mercy." Aragorn said.

They all mounted their horses and rode off into the direction that the Uruks had fled.

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It was dark out and the Uruks had stopped for a rest. They had Kira tied to a tree outside the camp, far away from the campfire's warmth. A thousnad thoughts were running through Kira's mind: Was Merry alright? Had they all been killed by the Uruks? Would she survive the ruthlessness of the Uruk-Hai?

Kira smiled as she remembered that night in Fangorn Forest. How her and Merry had had a night of passion. She missed the warmth and gentlness of his touch, the sweetness of his kiss. She longed for him. She hung her head in sadness as the thought of never seeing him again crossed her mind. If he did survive, what would her father think of her loving a mortal person? Would he accept it?