Well, this is it folks. The moment you've been waiting for. The release of the last few chapters! I want to thank Zoa-lii for being such a faithful reveiwer and a big encouragment. Ya'll's enthusiasm really kept me going! (I know that's bad grammer, but there's a inside joke there.)

So, here's the finish of Journey with the Fellowship. Enjoy!

Chapter 30

Frodo did not even hear Boromir's cries. He was running up the hillside the summit of Amon Hen. He suddenly heard a voice calling his name. He hid in a ruin of some sort, but felt like someone was watching him. Turning, he saw it. The Great Eye, in the Dark Tower that never slept. Frodo knew it could see him, and he backed away from it. It was calling to him; calling for him to bring the Ring to It. With a great effort, Frodo pulled of the Ring as he fell off the stone ruin.

He laid there for a moment, trying to catch his breath. Then he heard a footstep nearby, and jumped up and way, but he saw only Aragorn, who had come looking for him. "It has taken Boromir." Frodo said simply. Aragorn looked angry.

"Where is the Ring?" Aragorn asked, advancing toward Frodo. Frodo quickly scrambled back from the Ranger.

"Stay away!" he cried.

"Frodo!" Aragorn said, astonished. "I swore to protect you."

"Can you protect me from yourself?" Frodo asked, showing Aragorn the Ring. Aragorn looked at it intently, and knelt in front of the hobbit.

Instead of taking the Ring, Aragorn closed Frodo's fingers over it, and, pressing Frodo's hand to the hobbit's chest, he removed his hands. "I would gone with you to the end, even to the fires of Mordor." He said, tears in his eyes. Aragorn knew that Frodo must go on alone from here.

"I know." The hobbit replied. "Don't tell the others. They wouldn't understand, especially Sam." Suddenly, Aragorn gave a funny look down. Frodo pulled out his blade, Sting, which was glowing blue.

"Orcs!" cried Aragorn. "Run! Run!" he shout to the hobbit as orcs came up from all around.

Frodo raced down the mountain, and was found by Merry and Pippin. Orcs came up from behind, and the hobbit dashed for hiding places; Frodo behind a tree, and the other two behind a huge fallen log. When the orcs had passed, Pippin and Merry motioned wildly for Frodo to join them, but Frodo just shook his head. "What's he doing?" Pippin asked Merry.

Realization came over Merry as he replied. "He's leaving."

"No!" cried Pippin jumping out of his hiding place. Merry followed him just as another group of orcs was heading their way. Merry turned to Frodo.

"Go, Frodo! Go!" he whispered. Then he stared waving his arms and shouting to the orcs, "Hey you! Over here!" Pippin imitated him and they started running in the opposite direction of Frodo, giving him a chance to get away.

"It's working!" yelled Pippin as the orcs chased them through the trees.

"I know it's working!" Merry replied. "Run!" Meanwhile, Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli were busy fighting their way through the numerous orcs attacking them. Suddenly, a loud throbbing called echoed through the woods.

"The Horn of Gondor!" gasped Legolas, and he and the two other began making their way toward the direction the horn-blast had come from.

Chapter 31

Frodo had made his way down to bank where the Fellowship's boats and gear were. He stood on the shore, Ring in his hand, tears slowly rolling down his face. He was afraid, and he did not want to leave the friends who had been so faithful through thick and thin. "I wish the Ring had never come to me." He thought miserably. Then, he heard Gandalf voice, echoing in his mind.

"So do all who live to see such times," said Gandalf's voice. "But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us."

Somehow, this comforted Frodo and gave him the courage he needed to do what he knew he must do. He put the Ring back in his pocket, and strode forward determinedly, pushing his boat into the water. He climbed in, pushed off, and began rowing. Just then, Sam came barreling out of the trees, calling to him. "No, Sam." Frodo whispered, never turning his head to acknowledge that he heard Sam's shouts.

Undeterred, Sam walked out into the water. Frodo finally turned to face him. "Go back, Sam! I'm going to Mordor alone." He said.

"Of course you are!" Sam shouted back, still wading toward the boat. "And I'm coming with you!"

"Sam, you can't swim!" shouted Frodo just as Sam waded out too far and went under. "Sam!" Frodo cried, paddling desperately to his companion. He reached out and caught Sam's hand. He quickly pulled Sam, who was now dripping wet, into the boat.

"I made a promise, Mr. Frodo, a promise!" choked out Sam. "'Don't you leave him, Samwise Gamgee!' And I don't mean to, I don't mean to."

"Oh, Sam." murmured Frodo as he pulled Sam into a hug. Then he picked up his paddle saying, "Come on." and Sam did the same.

Chapter 32

Boromir and Aurora suddenly heard clashing metal, hoarse shouts and the high-pitched cries of hobbits. They immediately jumped up and ran toward the sounds, Boromir drawing his blade and Aurora readying her bow as they went.

Finally, they found the hobbits Merry and Pippin being chased by orcs. Aurora raised her bow and began firing, hitting everything she aimed at. Boromir ran to the hobbits, protecting them from the dark monsters all around. Aurora looked up to see a huge orc-chieftain with a bow come striding into the battle. He fitted an arrow to the string and aimed at Boromir. Aurora knew she didn't have time to fire at beast. "Boromir!" she cried as she ran to Boromir, and stood in front of him, pushing him out of the line of fire.

The arrow hit her shoulder with the force of a ton of bricks and it burned like a shard of poisoned ice. "NO! Aurora!" Boromir cried as Aurora dropped to her knees in agony. She heard, as if from a great distance, Merry and Pippin calling her.

"Rory! Rory!" they cried out in distress, using their nickname for her. The orc raised its bow and fired again, but Boromir, now aware of him, was just able to dodge the projectile. It whizzed by him, braking his ox-horn in two halves.

As the orc raised his bow a third time, Aragorn showed up, knocking the orc off balance. He and Boromir fought off the surrounding orcs, but some of the creatures picked up Merry and Pippin while the two swordsmen were distracted. When all of orcs seemed defeated, Boromir rushed to Aurora's side. "Oh, Aurora, no." he moaned as he picked her up and held her to his chest.

"They took the little ones, Boromir." She gasped. "You must go after them!" Every move was painful. Boromir reached down and took the arrow out. "It's too late, Boromir." She murmured.

"No!" he cried. Tears were coursing down his face. "I won't let you die!" Aurora was deathly pale by now, and she could feel her strength trickling away.

"Listen to me." She whispered. Breathing was becoming difficult. "This was my choice, and I do not regret it." Boromir nodded. "Find them, Boromir. All of you. Find Pippin and Merry, and make these monsters regret ever even thinking about taking them from us." Aurora gasped. Boromir nodded again and held her close.

"Oh, Aurora, my Aurora." He moaned into her hair. "I love you." he whispered and planted a gentle kiss on her brow.

"I love you, Boromir." She breathed as she snuggled into Boromir's chest. With her last breath, she gave a contented sigh, and was still.

Chapter 33

Legolas and Gimli finally joined the others, only to find Boromir cradling a dying Aurora with Aragorn standing nearby. Orc bodies were strown everywhere, many of which had Aurora's arrows protruding from them. Aragorn finally spoke up.

"If we are to catch Merry and Pippin captors, we must lay Aurora to rest now." Boromir looked up through pained eyes and nodded. Because they did not have the time to properly bury her in a grave, they decided to lay her to rest in one of the boats, and let the River carry her downstream. As they retrieved her arrows from her fallen enemies, they noticed four of the beasts she had swain were tall, swarthy, slant-eyed, with thick legs and large hands. Their shields had a small white hand on a black field and on their helmets a white "S" rune was set. Since neither was the mark of Sauron, Aragorn concluded that the orcs must be servants of Saruman.

Using Gimli's axe to cut branches, they built a bier and carried Aurora's body down to the water. She was short and light, making her an easy burden to Aragorn, Boromir, Legolas, and Gimli. Aragorn and Boromir waited while the other two retrieved the boats from Parth Galen. When they returned, they had a strange tale to tell.

"There were only two boats upon the bank. We could find no trace of the other one." said Legolas. Since nothing else was missing, Aragorn said he take a look around when they returned there.

Now they lay Aurora in the middle of the boat that was to bear her away. They folded her Elven hood and cloak and placed them under her head. They combed out her brown hair and arrayed it on her shoulders. During the battle, it had come free of the braid Aurora usually kept it in. Boromir noticed how much it had grown in the couple of months since it had been cut. It came nearly down to her waist now. The gold and silver leaf of Lorien gleamed at her throat. Her bow and quiver they set beside her; her hands were folded across her chest. Beneath her feet they put the swords of her enemies as trophies of her last battle. Boromir laid his cloven horn in her lap, and kissed her brow one last time. Her hair glinted with gold and copper, but the sunlight could not dispel the death-paleness of her face. Even in death she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. They fasten the prow to the stern of the other boat, drawing it out into the water. They rowed sadly along the shore and turned into the swift-running channel, passing Parth Galen as they did. The steep sides of Tol Brandir were glowing: it was now mid-afternoon. As they went south the fume of Rauros rose and shimmered before them, a haze of gold. The rush and thunder of the falls shook the windless air.

Sorrowfully, they cast loose the funeral boat: there Aurora lay, restful, peaceful, gliding upon the flowing water. The stream took her while they held their own boat back with their paddles. She floated by them, and slowly her boat departed, waning to a dark spot against the golden light; then vanished. The River had taken Aurora, and Boromir's heart with her. "I tried to take the Ring from Frodo." He wept. "Now I am paying for my folly." In Gondor afterwards it was said that the elven-boat rode down the falls and the foaming pool, and bore her down through Osgiliath, and past the many mouths of Anduin, out into the Great Sea at night under the stars.

Chapter 34

For a while Aragron, Boromir, Legolas, and Gimli were silent, then they made their way back to Parth Galen. Aragorn looked and the tracks left there and quickly determined that it was Frodo and Sam that took the third boat.

"Hurry!" said Legolas. "They must have reached the eastern shore by now." Aragorn did not move or say a word. "You mean not to follow them?" the Elf asked.

"Frodo's fate is no longer in our hands." Aragorn quietly replied.

"Then in was all in vain" sighed Gimli. "The Fellowship has failed!"

"We have not failed as long as we hold to each other." encouraged Aragorn. "We cannot abandon Pippin and Merry to torment and death." he continued.

"You are right; it was Aurora's charge to us to rescue them." agreed Boromir.

"We must travel light, taking only what we need." said Aragorn shouldering his lightened pack. "Let's hunt some orc!" Aragorn sprang away into the trees.

"Yes!" growled Gimli as he, Boromir, and Legolas ran after Aragorn.

Chapter 35

Frodo and Sam had indeed reached the eastern shore and were now standing on a ridge looking east on Emyn Muil and the shadow of Mordor beyond. "I hope the others find a safer road. Strider will look after them." said Frodo. "I don't suppose we'll ever see them again."

"We might, Mr. Frodo," Sam replied. "We might."

Frodo turned and looked at Sam. "Whatever happens, I'm glad you're with me." He said.

Hoisting their packs higher on their shoulders, they started down the ridge. So, Frodo and Sam set off on the last stage of the Quest together.

FINIS

Translation: Finis means "finish", which makes it a fancy way of saying THE END.

I hope all ya'll have enjoyed this so far. It was a lot of fun to write, and I am grateful for all of the reviews and commets ya'll left me. Now that is is over get ready for the sequel, Journey to the Two Towers! Coming soon! - Bonnie Celt