(Insert Lord of the Rings: One Ring to Rule them All theme)

Nothing, nothing but darkness is seen as then a female voice begins to speak.

"I amar prestar aen…The world is changed. Ihan mathon ne nen…I feel it in the water. Han mathon ne. chae…I feel it in the Earth. A han noston ned gwilith. I smell it in the air...Much that once was is lost. For none now live who remember it…"

A fire pit slowly appears, a metal prong pulls out a hot cup of melted metal from the fire and pours it into a mold for casting. "It began with the forging of the great rings. Three were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven to the Dwarf lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else, desire power." The three Elf rings are seen on their owners hands as they look at them, admiring their beauty. Elsewhere, seven rings are spread out in a circle on a table as the seven Dwarf Lords pick them up, looking at them before raising them above their heads. And finally at another location, nine Kings of men lower their rings, holding them in front of themselves.

"For within these rings was bound the strength and will to govern each race... But they were all of them deceived, for another ring was made." A map of Middle-Earth is seen, before the scene fades out for a bit and then reappears zooming in on the location of the map marked as Mordor.

"In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret a master ring, to control all others. And into this Ring, he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life." In Mordor, the volcanic mountain known as Mount Doom, spits out lava, fire, and smoke from the top. Inside, was the Dark Lord Sauron, a massive nine-foot-tall being clad in malicious looking armor as he rose his right hand up in front of him, on it was his Golden Ring as then flaming elvish letters appeared around it, translating into "One Ring to rule them all."

(End Lord of the Rings: One Ring to Rule them All theme)

"One by one, the free lands of Middle-Earth fell to the power of the Ring." The map of Middle-Earth is seen again, what looks like fire comes from Mordor as then a scene is shown over the map, showing the burning down of a village as its townspeople run away, crying out in terror while what look like wildmen raise their weapons into the air cheering at the burning down of the village.

(Insert The Nazgul's March Theme)

"But there were some who resisted. A last alliance of Men and Elves marched against the armies of Mordor, and on the slopes of Mount Doom they fought for the freedom of Middle-Earth." A massive army of Men and Elven warriors march forward together, Sauron's army of creatures known as Orcs also charge forward as both sides stop a bit of a distance away from each other ready for the battle at hand. Many Orcs are seen growling at the men and elves, just then a line of Human archers release their volley of arrows and duck down, allowing the line behind them to release their arrows as well. High on the nearby cliffs, the orc archers are also firing down at the Men and Elves but find themselves getting massacred as many orcs fall off the clicks to the ground below, the orc army charges forward to engage the two armies.

The elves raise their weapons forward, among them is a Elven lieutenant known as Elrond, an elf with long dark hair as he yells out a command in his elven language, the command makes the rows of elven warriors behind him raise their bows and pull back on their arrows as they take aim at the charging orcs. Elrond says something else which makes the archers release their arrows, striking down many of the orcs at the front of their army as the orcs then finally close in on the elven warriors, the ones at the front swing up their swords upwards taking down the first orcs that come into contact with them.

Everything breaks out as the armies are now mixed together, men and elves fighting against the orcs and slaying many of them. Elrond is seen striking down another orc before than driving his sword into it once more to make sure it stays down, one of the human warriors, this one almost looking like a king due to his royal-looking armor, raises his sword into the air and cries out.

"Victory was near. But the power of the Ring could not be undone." As Elrond strikes down another orc, he stops suddenly and stares at something in shock, another human soldier also looking like he was of royalty with his armor, also sees what Elrond is and stops fighting as he stares at whatever it was in shock. It is then seen that it is Sauron, wielding a very long mace in his hands, walking through the battlefield, causing all of the men and elven warriors in front of him to converge towards him. All of them stop a few feet away as Sauron walks forward and then stops, the human and elf warriors looking up at him with terror in their eyes and even backing up a bit.

Sauron begins his attack. First swinging his mace downwards taking many human and elves out, as he brings back his mace and swings it outwards sending many soldiers flying away. Sauron does the attack two more times, each time sending groups of soldiers flying away like they were nothing but flies to him. The human king charges forward in an attempt to put a stop to this, but he to is struck by Sauron and sent crashing against a rock, killing him due to the massive force at which he was sent flying into it.

(End The Nazgul's March Theme)

The young human prince known as Isildur rushes over to his father, but finds no life in him. "It was in this moment when all hope had faded, that Isildur, son of the King, took up his father's sword."

Isildur takes his helmet off and cries for his father, when suddenly Sauron appears before him and in a fit of anger goes for his father's sword. Sauron however steps on it, breaking the sword as only a small part of it remains, part of it still sharp though. Sauron begins to reach down for Isildur, who backed up against the rock, cries out as he swings the remainder of the sword, actually managing to cut Sauron's fingers off him, the ring among them as they fall to the ground with Sauron letting out a cry of pain. The finger that has the One Ring on it falls close to Isildur who spots it, before he can move he notices a bright light begin to appear from within Sauron's armor. The wind picks up, blowing flags, and hair of helmetless soldiers around but also seems to be drawing the soldiers in towards Sauron who all of a sudden implodes. Sending out a massive shockwave which knocks everyone for miles around, down to the ground. Pieces of Sauron's armor fall to the ground, and finally Sauron's helmet itself.

"Sauron, the enemy of the free-peoples of Middle-Earth was defeated…" Isildur finally grabbed the finger that had the One Ring on it and looked at it, the finger breaking apart into pieces and ash leaving only the ring in his hand now. "The Ring passed to Isildur, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever."

The scene switches to a dark, eerie forest as Isildur along with his men ride their horses in a column through it down a road. "But the hearts of men...are easily corrupted." The ring was now on a chain around Isildur's neck. "And the Ring of Power has a will of its own." Suddenly from the forest orcs appear and ambush the soldiers, one of them leaps forward towards Isildur and tackles him off his horse, the rest of the men find themselves swarmed from all sides by orcs as they attempt to fight back. Isildur looks around, and sees his men getting massacred as he pulls the chain off his neck and places the ring onto his finger, causing him to disappear. Dead bushes are pushed aside, metal armor is heard clanking around as then something or someone falls into the nearby river. All of a sudden Isildur reappears again, the ring having of fallen off his finger as he notices it and attempts to reach for it, but is too late as three orc archers spot him and release their arrows which go into his back, causing Isildur to let out his last breath before finally dying. "It betrayed Isildur to his death." Isildur's body floats up from the water, blood going down his entire back with three arrows protruding from his upper back as his lifeless body floats down the river.

"And some things that should not have been forgotten, were lost." The Ring is last seen falling to the bottom of the river and disappearing. "History became legend, legend became myth and for two and a half thousand years, the Ring passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, it ensnared a new bearer." at the bottom of the river, the ring is seen sticking out of the sandy bottom, when a hand reaches out and picks it up. Very dirty-looking hands open up, revealing the One Ring on the palm of someone, or something as the thing speaks "My, precious~."

Dark clouds hover over the green mountains with fog rolling down between them "The Ring, came to the creature Gollum...who took it deep into the tunnels of the Misty Mountains. And there, it consumed him." Inside the mountain, deep in a dark cave, skeletal remains of eaten, rotten fish are seen next to a pool as close by was the creature known as Gollum, hunchbacked over, but the rest of his features unclear due to the shadows of the darkness as he speaks, his voice echoing throughout the cave "It came to me. My own. My love. My own. My~, pr~ecious~." Gollum says when he then raises his head and gags out "Gollum!" as if he heard something but gets back to looking at his ring.

"The Ring brought to Gollum unnatural long life. For 500 years it poisoned his mind. And in the gloom of Gollum's cave, it waited. Darkness crept back into the forests of the world. Rumor grew of a shadow in the East...whispers of a nameless fear. And the Ring of Power perceived...its time, hand now come." A full moon shines in the dark night sky, showing a dark forest with no movement in it, except for the light blowing of a few trees and bushes, rippling in the pond. The scene then switched to the next day, a rising sun. Suddenly in the cave, the Ring began falling down, bouncing off of the rocks "It abandoned Gollum."

"But something happened then, the Ring did not intend. It was picked up, by the most unlikely creature imaginable." The ring lay in a pile of dirt, when a hand came over it and a voice quietly spoke out "What's this?"

"A Hobbit. Bilbo Baggins of the Shire." the young Hobbit known as Bilbo Baggins picks up the ring and looks at it, intrigued by it "A ring." Bilbo says, releasing a low sighing chuckle when Gollum's voice cried and echoed throughout the cave alerting him. "Lost! My precious is lo~st!" Gollum cried out as Bilbo quietly stood back up, getting against the wall as he put the ring into the pocket of his coat and tapped it to make sure it was in there. "For the time will soon come...when Hobbits, will shape the fortunes of all. But also, when that time came. The Hobbits and their friends that would shape the future of Middle-Earth, would be aided by people, not of this world."

Present Day…

The Third Age…

Weathertop…

"Back you devils!" Sam yelled as he swung his dagger at the Ringwraith in the middle, the Nazgul easily blocking his swings as it then backhanded Sam sending him flying to the ground against a pillar. Merry and Pippin who were both in a state of absolute terror only got in between Frodo and the Nazgul to try and slow them down, but that did not deter the Black Rider who merely pushed them aside in a second. Frodo was also in a frozen state of terror, he was so terrified to do anything that he even dropped his blade to the ground and tripped over backwards falling to the ground. Looking back at the Ringwraiths, Frodo suddenly began to hear a deep voice speak in a strange language, he looked at his chest pocket and reached into it, pulling out the golden One Ring as the voice seemed to be emitting from it. The Ringwraith in the middle who was looking away, all of a sudden turned its head and looked right at Frodo who saw this. The Black Rider began to move towards Frodo while the others stayed back, pulling out a medium-sized dagger terrifying Frodo more as he began pushing himself back using his feet while whimpering in fear. Frodo found himself pushed against a fallen destroyed pillar as the five Ringwraiths began to descend on him, the lead Ringwraith pulled the dagger back, ready to stab Frodo as he made the decision to put the ring on, making him disappear right in front of them.

Frodo all of a sudden finds himself in this almost dark, whirling mist world as everything around him seems blurry. Looking up he finds himself looking at the Ringwraiths, except this time, they are in the form of old men with crowns on their heads, their eyes darkened, he could see what they looked like before as men. The Ringwraiths were all glowing ghostly white and looking down at him as if they knew he was still there. He could hear whispers in the air, the lead Ringwraith began extending its left hand forward as Frodo suddenly found his hand with the ring on it moving towards the Nazgul's like it had a mind of its own. Just as the Nazgul was about to grab Frodo's hand to take the Ring, Frodo regained control of his hand and pulled it away at the last second. The Nazgul reeled back and then drove its dagger into Frodo's left shoulder, causing him to cry out in absolute pain. All of a sudden a strange sound echoed out into the air "Orange!" drawing the Ringwraiths attentions away from Frodo as the dagger was pulled out from him.

"Orange Arms: Hanamichi On Stage!"

Back in the real world the Nazgul raised their heads and looked forward, standing under an archway was an armored figure, shrouded in shadows wielding a strange looking sword in their right hand. The Nazgul screech at the newcomer but the figure does not show the slightest hint of fear "Who dares challenge the Nazgul?" the center Ringwraith questions.

"As a friend of mine would say." the armored man begins to speak as he starts approaching the Nazgul.

From where they lay the hobbits look on in fear, or confusion "Just a passing through, Kamen Rider." the figure steps out of the shadows and stops a few feet away from the Nazgul.

"I heard a cry for help, and when someone needs help. A Rider will appear." the light of the moon shines on the armored figure, upon the fruit-themed samurai that is, Kamen Rider Gaim.

The Nazgul raise their swords in preparation to fight this new threat, the Hobbits look on at Gaim, confused but, feeling a strange sense of relief, like they had this feeling that, he was there to help them.

"I don't know who you punks are, but I hope you're ready. Because this is my stage now!" Gaim declares as he bends down and shoulders his sword Daidaimaru, getting into his battle ready stance.

(Insert Kamen Rider Gaim OST 1) (Start at 0:38)

Orange energy slashes cut through the darkness before breaking to pieces revealing Kamen Rider Gaim's logo as his horns resound in the background. After a few seconds the Lord of the Rings logo fades into view below. A few more seconds later both disappear and the Main Title of the story appears.

Kamen Rider Gaim

X

The Lord of the Rings

The Kamen Rider of the Ring

(End Kamen Rider Gaim OST 1)

Earlier…

Planet Helheim, nothing but lush greenery, beautiful waterfalls, floating islands, and peaceful wildlife everywhere you looked. Other then the wildlife one would think this planet was all but deserted, that however, wasn't the case. Walking amongst the nature of the planet was a young man with white hair, strange silver armor and a long white cape, this man, was Kouta Kazuraba also known as the masked hero amongst a legacy of many others, as Kamen Rider Gaim. It had been four years since his tenure as the newest Kamen Rider, and four years since he lost his humanity and became a, "Space God" as he thought of himself now. After all he did have some godly-like powers, it wasn't infinite but it was still something with what he could do, such as making an entire deserted planet into a new home for the creatures known as Inves as well as the mysterious Helheim Forest.

Defeating Kaito, receiving the Forbidden Fruit and becoming the Man of Beginning, with his long-time friend Mai who became the Woman of Beginning, the two made the tough decision of making themselves the guardians and overseers of Planet Helheim. While this came at the cost of them no longer being human, as well as having to leave their world, their friends behind, it was a sacrifice the two of them made so that no one would ever be harmed by the fruits of Helheim or the Inves ever again. Though ever since the Megahex incident the two have made the occasional trip back home every now and then, deciding maybe they didn't need to be so isolated as they thought they needed to be. Seeing their friends and family was a nice thing to do every once in a while for a small vacation.

Especially Kouta, who was still a Kamen Rider after all and as such whenever his former home was in danger he would be needed to face it alongside his Kamen Rider semapi, and successors.

As Kouta stopped at the edge of a large lake and looked out across the water, he found himself once again going through the same motion as every other day since creating and coming to Planet Helheim. Walking across the planet, looking at the beautiful scenery, and making sure nothing bad was happening. As he continued taking in the sight before him, he suddenly felt dizzy, and all of a sudden he found his mind being bombarded by images. Gripping the side of his head in pain Kouta slowly fell to his knees as images, and sounds of death, destruction, screams of pain and agony, filled his head and ears. Just then, a woman's voice began to speak "Danger. Our world faces. As a warrior who fights for justice, and freedom, please. Help us. Save our world."

"Kouta!" Kouta raised his head, the blurry vision of Mai right in front of him as he saw her lips move but heard nothing, after a few seconds his vision and hearing began to return "Kouta! Kouta!" he could finally hear Mai call to him in a worried tone.

Catching his breath slowly, Kouta looked at his friend "Kouta, you alright?" Mai asked.

After a few seconds Kouta nodded his head "Yeah." Mai helps him back up to his feet.

"What happened?" She asks.

"I...I don't know. I saw something, images, flashing through my head. People screaming. Fire. Destruction. A woman's voice, she spoke to me. Said they needed my help." Kouta explains.

"Who? Was it-"

"No, this wasn't Earth. It was, somewhere else entirely different. A name kept on repeating itself over and over in my head, Middle-Earth. I don't know what's going on, or who sent me those images, it had to have been someone extremely powerful. But I could sense the uneasiness in her voice. Whatever is going on at this, Middle-Earth, it's something bad. Something really bad if they're trying to reach out for someone to help." Kouta says.

Kouta turns towards her "Mai, I don't know what's going on. But if someone's in danger, I need to go check it out. I need to help them."

Mai nods her head "I understand. Just be careful." she says.

Kouta nods his head in acknowledgement, turning around he extends and opens up his right hand. Creating a crack in front of him as he lowers his arms and walking up to it, steps through to the other side, the crack closing behind him as Mai continues to look on.

Kouta comes to a stop, turning his head he looks at his new surroundings. He was now in a dark forest, it was nighttime as the sounds of wildlife echoed and a light chilling breeze hovered through the air. "Well, hope this is the place." Kouta says to himself, from what he knew when it came to creating a crack somewhere all he had to do was think up the place he was going right? Being more specific when going to Earth, but since he was now somewhere else entirely different whether this was a different planet, or maybe even a whole other universe the only thing he could go by was just the name he heard in his vision.

"Alright, let's do this." Kouta begins taking his first few steps. Before suddenly coming to a stop.

He turns around, a puzzled look on his face. After a few seconds he puts his hands to his hips and looks at the ground "Now that I think about...what am I supposed to do?" he questions looking around the forest.

Thinking back on it, all he got was that this place needed help. He didn't get any names, objects, whoever had sent him that vision hadn't really given him an explanation as to who or what it was he was supposed to be looking for or doing. "Ah~ shit. Is there a way to call someone back who sent me a vision?" Kouta questions himself.

Sure he had been a "Space God" for four years now, but its not like he's really had the need to ever perfect his newfound powers except for a few. He continued looking around trying to figure just what it was now he was supposed to "Alright...guess I should try and find someone so maybe they can give me some information?" was what Kouta thought of doing for step one.

Just as he was about to move out, a ear-piercing screech cried out through the quiet night air catching his attention as he turned all the way around in the direction it came from. "That doesn't sound good." he says, as Kouta decides to go check that out breaking off into a sprint.

For a few minutes Kouta rushes through the forest with ease, the leaves rustling and the branches cracking beneath his feet. Eventually Kouta reaches the edge of the forest and coming to a stop, finds himself looking upon a tall hill, a set of ruins at the top "Back you devils!" he hears a man cry out in fear from the top followed by the sound of swords clashing.

Now knowing for sure that someone was in danger, Kouta continued forward with haste as he made his way to the hill. Finding a pathway to the top of the hill Kouta ran up the dirt path, the sound of the swords clashing no longer echoing into the air worrying him, along the way he passes by a small campsite, the fire pit still warm with smoke emitting from the wood. As he neared the ruins at the top, the scream of absolute pain resounding out into the air caught his attention as he formed his Sengoku Drive around his waist and took out his Orange Lockseed "Henshin!"

"Orange!"

He placed the Lockseed onto his Driver and locked it into place "Lock On!"

Kouta pulled up on the Cutting Blade "slicing" the Orange Lockseed open "Soiya!"

Approaching the upcoming archway, once he got close enough Kouta slid to a stop and held his arms out to his side as a crack opened up above his head and the Orange Arms armor dropped out onto his head, forming his Ride Wear undersuit "Orange Arms: Hanamichi On Stage!" The armor assembling itself onto him, Kouta completed his transformation into Kamen Rider Gaim, Orange Arms as his Daidaimaru appeared in his right hand.

At the center of the ruins stood five dark cloaked figures, their faces completely unseeable as they wielded longswords in their gauntleted hands. The cloaked figures looked at him, the one in the middle pulling back a dagger as what appeared to be a young boy materialized from thin air in front of the destroyed pillar, crying out in pain. The cloaked figures screeched at Gaim, but he was unfazed by their sound "Who dares challenge the Nazgul?" the center "Nazgul" questions.

"As a friend of mine would say." Gaim says as he starts approaching the Nazgul "Just a passing through, Kamen Rider." he finishes stopping a few feet away from the Nazgul.

"I heard a cry for help, and when someone needs help. A Rider will appear." the light of the moon shines on Gaim.

The Nazgul raise their swords in preparation to fight this new threat, out of the corner of his eyes Gaim took notice of what appeared to be three more kids strewn about the ruins. All of them looking at him in fear or confusion. It appeared that these kids were these dark cloaked figures' targets, but why? He would need to find out later.

"I don't know who you punks are, but I hope you're ready. Because this is my stage now!" Gaim declares as he bends down and shoulders his sword Daidaimaru, getting into his battle ready stance.

The Nazgul screech at Gaim and charge him. Tossing Daidaimaru into his other hand Gaim unsheathes his Musou Saber and charges towards them, the first Nazgul reaches Gaim and swings its sword only for Gaim to block it with his Musou Saber and strike back with Daidaimaru sending sparks flying from the cloaked figure. A second Nazgul rushed him swinging its sword, Gaim smacked it away with Daidaimaru and using the momentum, spun around completely before diagonally slashing the Nazgul with both his swords sending it flying a few feet to the ground.

The two Nazgul recovered and with the other three surrounded Gaim who stood at the ready as he eyed each one of them. The Nazgul slowly circled Gaim as he followed each one of them to see which of them would make the first move, eventually the Ringwraith to his left made the first move charging at him. Quickly Gaim blocked the Ringwraith's sword, however from behind him another Nazgul charged in to attack him while he was distracted. Before he could reach him however a battle cry off from the side caught everyone's attention.

From seemingly out of nowhere a tall, old man who looks to be somewhere between 40-50 years old, with dark shaggy hair wearing a dark hooded cloak, shirt, pants, and boots jumps in. A sword in one hand and a torch in the other as he swings his sword driving the Ringwraith back followed by the torch driving the three Nazgul in front of him further away. This allows Gaim to retaliate without worry as he knocks the Ringwraith's sword into the air and followed by throwing both his swords forward while crossed together striking the Ringwraith back a few feet.

The fifth Nazgul goes to attack the strange man "Look out!" Gaim yells as he quickly pulls back on the Barrett Slide of his Musou Saber, loading his sword/gun hybrid weapon up with energy bullets. Aiming the Musou Muzzle under his armpit Gaim fires a shot hitting the Nazgul and stopping it in its tracks, the strange man turns to this with a look of shock on his face. Gaim pulls his saber back and turns towards the Nazgul aiming his weapon again before unloading a few more shots into the Nazgul blasting it back.

The man looks at Gaim who looks back "Yo." Gaim says nonchalantly.

The Nazgul once again recover as four of them surround the two warriors "These guys just don't know when to quit." Gaim says decided to put an end to all of this as he pulls up on the Cutting Blade.

"Soiya! Orange Squash!"

The Nazgul screech at Gaim and the Stranger and charge them at the same time "Get down!" Gaim yells at the stranger. The man confused at first but after a second, without hesitating listens and drops down as Daidaimaru is covered in orange energy. With a battle cry Gaim spins around swinging his sword, releasing a large, circular orange energy slash that impacts into the four Nazgul causing them to screech out in pain before an explosion envelopes them. The Nazgul fly out from the explosions and are sent flying off of Weathertop.

The stranger stands back up, a look of awe on his face after having just witnessed that as Gaim also straightens himself back up shouldering Daidaimaru "Phew." he says.

Gaim turns towards the man as he looks at him "You alright?" Gaim asks, as the smoke begins to clear though, the stranger spots the final Nazgul who had been missed by Gaim. The Nazgul trying to make its way over to the downed Frodo, until it stops in its tracks and looks back at the stranger noticing it had been caught. Without missing a beat the strange man pushes Gaim aside and tosses his torch right into the Nazgul's face, lighting it ablaze as the Nazgul screeches out in absolute pain and begins waving its arms around dropping its sword. The Nazgul turns and begins running away, Gaim and the Stranger looking on until the final Nazgul disappeared over the edge.

"Whoa, nice throw." Gaim compliments.

The man looks back at Gaim, then "STRIDER!"

The two look over, Sam, Merry, and Pippin are gathered around Frodo as he whimpers in pain. Quickly the man known as Strider rushes over followed by Gaim as they both sheath their weapons away. Strider drops to his knees "Help him Strider." Sam asks.

Strider picks up the blade that the Nazgul had stabbed Frodo with as it laid beside him "He's been stabbed by a Morgul blade." he says looking at the weapon, just as suddenly the entire blade melts away into dust.

"This is beyond my skill to heal." Strider says.

"Let me try then." Gaim speaks up, catching everyone's attention as he kneels down beside Strider.

Everyone looks at Gaim as Gaim puts his hands together and hovers them over Frodo's wound, behind his helmet, Kouta's eyes begin to glow in golden light as the same light begins to emit from the palm of his hands. Shocking and aweing Strider and the three Hobbits as Frodo continues to cry in pain. Using his Overlord powers Gaim begins to heal away Frodo's wound, or at least, he is trying too. After almost a minute of attempting to heal the wound, to his shock Gaim finds himself unable to do it "What? It won't heal?" Gaim questions.

"The Morgul Blade is no normal weapon. It is a poisonous dagger, a magical, poisonous dagger with powerful dark magic attached to it. Only the power of Elvish medicine can heal this and prevent him from turning. We must move, quickly." Strider says as he picks up Frodo, just the slightest of movement causing the young Hobbit to cry out. Turning Strider runs of with haste, Gaim quickly following, while the three Hobbits stay on the ground, exchanging looks at one another at something Strider had said, "turning"?

Gaim stops and turns back to the Hobbits "Hey! Hurry up!" he calls to them, the Hobbits coming back to reality as they get back to their feet and follow with haste.

A few hours go by as the group quickly runs through the forest as quickly as they can, dawn has come as the sky is now light blue. Strider leads with the way with a re-lit torch while still holding onto Frodo over his shoulder, Sam also carries one while dragging their horse full of supplies along. The familiar screeches of the Nazgul pierce through the air.

"Hurry!" Strider urges.

"Are those seriously the same guys? Or I'm guessing they aren't human?" Gaim questions.

"If I may ask, who are you supposed to be?" Merry asks Gaim.

"The name's Gaim. Kamen Rider Gaim, I'll say that much for now and that I'm here to help you. But for now lets focus on getting your friend the help he needs." Gaim says.

"He is right. There will be time for explanation later. We must hurry to Rivendell." Strider says.

"But we're six days from Rivendell! He'll never make it!" Sam says.

"Gandalf…" Frodo weakly says in his unconscious state.

"Hold on Frodo." Strider quietly says.

"Gandalf!" Frodo yells.

Night…

Frodo's condition has worsened, his eyes and skin both ghostly pale and his face covered with cold sweat as he whimpers in pain. Placed on the ground Frodo stares up at a stone troll that is lightly covered in moss as then Sam appears looking down over him "Look Frodo. It's Mr. Bilbo's trolls." Sam says trying to lighten the mood a bit.

Suddenly Frodo's whimpers increase and get louder "Mr. Frodo?" Sam says beginning to get more worried as he puts his hand to Frodo's forehead. "He's going cold." Sam says to the others.

The group had stopped in the middle of the forest, three stone trolls surrounded them. Strider, Gaim, Merry, and Pippin were keeping their eyes out for the following Nazgul; it seemed even after having delivered one of his attacks, and having a torch thrown into one of their faces, these Nazgul were still somehow alive to Gaim's shock. He definitely concluded that they weren't human, or at the most were human but am no longer. In his head he could only surmise that he must be dealing with some unknown, very powerful dark magic for his Overlord powers to have not been able to heal that young man's wound. Making him worry about who or what exactly was the master of those Nazgul, since it was obvious they were just some flunkies by the looks of things.

Something was going on that much was obvious so far, problem now was who and what? He would have to find all this out later since right now this young man's life was on the line and there was nothing he could do to stop it!

"Is he going to die?" Pippin asks in a whimpering, worried tone.

Strider turned around "He's passing into the Shadow World. He will soon become a Wraith like them." he explains.

"What?" Gaim questions in shock and worry hearing that.

Frodo's eyes turn even paler as he lets out a painful gasp for air, suddenly a different screech echoes through the forest, but still belonging to the Ringwraiths.

"They're close." Merry says.

"How are they tracking us?" Gaim asks Strider.

"The Nazgul can smell the blood of living things that they desire and hate the most. But they are also drawn and can sense the presence of an item that we carry." Strider says.

"I see. Taking a wild guess that this item you carry isn't something good?" Gaim asks, though already knowing the answer.

Strider walks over to Sam "Sam, do you know the Athelas plant?" he asks.

"Athelas?" Sam asks.

"Kingsfoil." Strider says as it seemed the plant went by another name.

"Kingsfoil, aye it's a weed." Sam says now knowing what he was talking about.

"It may help to slow the poisoning. Hurry!" Strider says as he and Sam quickly take off to look for the plant. Gaim of course stays behind to look after the remaining three, his eyes and ears peeled for signs of any danger that could appear. Sam pushes a branch aside, his eyes and the torch trained towards the ground in search of the Kingsfoil as upon not seeing any he rushes forward; a few feet to his right behind him was Strider who was leaning close to the ground with the torch going at a much more steadier pace in search of the plant.

Hovering his torch over some plants Strider takes notice that they were exactly what he was looking for, taking out his dagger he begins to cut away at the stems. When suddenly he finds the the edge of a sword held up against his chin making him stop "What's this? A Ranger caught off his guard?" a female's voice questions.

Gaim keeps both his hands on his Musou Saber as he slowly looks around. Just then, he begins to hear something from behind, making him turn around with a humming "Hm?"

Frodo slowly turns his head to the right, a bright white light seemingly from nowhere beginning to illuminate from a path through the forest, as then a white horse with a figure atop rides into view. The light almost looking like it's coming off the figure's clothing, the figure slowly walks towards Frodo who seems to be caught in a trance towards the light, as the figure walks through the light revealing. A beautiful woman, with long, dark hair.

"Frodo." the woman says looking down at the hobbit.

"Who in the world?" Gaim questions quietly. Taken aback slightly by the beauty of this woman as he was getting a strange feeling from her, one that gave him the feeling that he could trust her as he lowers his arms away from his saber.

"I am Arwen. I've come to help you. Hear my voice...Come back to the light…" the woman identified as Arwen says, speaking in a strange language the likes of which Gaim had never heard before.

Frodo turns away, his voice rasping as he seemed to be trying to breathe "Who is she?" Merry asks as he, Sam who had returned, and Pippin look on also in awe.

Strider walks over to Frodo having also returned with the Athelas plant in his hands, he and Arwen kneel beside Frodo "Frodo." she says.

"She's an Elf." Sam says taking notice of her pointed ears.

"An Elf…" Gaim says, until it then hits him "Eh, wait a minute! An elf?! You mean like, pointy ear elves? Ones with nature and all that stuff?!" he questions completely taken aback by this.

"What of course? Would elves have any other kind of shaped ears? Why you sounding so surprised never heard of an elf before?" Pippin asks Gaim.

"Huh? W-Well, I mean...yeah just...uh~." Gaim says at a loss for words on how to explain himself.

Back where he came from elves were only the things of fairy tales, well, either those elves or the ones who helped Santa Claus build his toys for Christmas. But now here he was, looking at a real-life, pointy-eared elf. Not just a elf, but a beautiful woman elf he might add.

"He's fading." Arwen says as she moves his clothing to get a look at the stab wound. The area around it was darkened with blue poison-like marks spreading through his body from the stab mark. Strider takes off a piece of the plant and licks it, placing it onto the wound causing Frodo to gasp out in pain and for air again.

"He's not going to last. We must get him to my father." Arwen says as Strider picks Frodo up and begins to carry him over to her horse, everyone watching this.

"I've been looking for you for two days." Arwen says when Merry worryingly asks "Where are you taking him?" but is ignored.

"There are five Wraiths behind you. Where the other four are, I do not know." Arwen says as Strider places Frodo onto the horse's saddle.

"Stay with the Hobbits, and the strange armored man. I'll send horses for you." Strider says now speaking in the language she spoke.

"I'm the faster rider, I'll take him." Arwen replies.

"The road is too dangerous." Strider says shaking his head slowly.

"What are they saying?" Pippin quietly questions.

"If I can get across the river, the power of my people will protect him. I do not fear them." Arwen says, the last part in the common language allowing everyone to understand her.

"According to your wish…" Strider whispers finally agreeing to it, sliding a hand onto her's. Strider walks back as she mounts her horse sitting behind Frodo "Arwen...ride hard. Don't look back." Strider says, Arwen nods her head.

"Ride fast Asfaloth, ride fast!" Arwen says to her horse, spurring it off as she begins to ride quickly through the forest.

"What are you doing?! Those Wraiths are still out there!" Sam angrily yells at Strider but is ignored by him as he watches her off with a worried look.

Gaim also looks on, he looks over at Strider and back in the direction Arwen went. Without the others noticing, he looks down at his right hand at a certain Lockseed that he holds.

Daylight has come. Arwen rides with full haste across an open plains road. A few more hours past as she now rides through a thick forest, as she rides through it she begins to hear rustling coming from behind her. Turning around she spots through the thick branches the Ringwraiths, each of them appearing one by one all around behind her; a screech from her left catches her attention as another Nazgul appears. Putting her full focus back forward Arwen spurs her horse on even faster, behind her, all Nine Ringwraiths appear, all of them riding atop their dark horses as they begin closing in behind her while forming together on the road.

Arwen turns off the road into a massive open area, the Ringwraiths right behind her. Unfortunately the Nazgul begin to close in all around her, one of them even begin to reach for Frodo "Ride faster Asfaloth!" Arwen urges to her horse.

Just as the Ringwraith is about to grab Frodo, a strange sound resounds into the air and a shot rings out. The Ringwraith reaching for Frodo finds itself shot in the back causing it to fall from its horse to the ground. Arwen turns to where the sounds came from, followed by the Nazgul.

With a battle cry Gaim riding atop his Rider Machine Sakura Hurricane jumps in from out of nowhere. Aiming his Musou Saber he fires again shooting all the other Ringwraiths from their horses to the ground before landing back on the ground himself and skidding to a halt. Gaim looks at Arwen who continues riding forward, the look on her face one of complete shock though as she looks at him, especially since she had never seen anything like what Gaim was riding before.

"Just keep going, I got you covered!" Gaim yells to her.

Listening to him she nods her head and looking back forward spurs her horse on. Gaim looks over at the Nazgul as they have begun to recover, Gaim revs up his motorcycle and drives over to them. Crossing by in front of them, Gaim turns his motorcycle using his rear wheel to kick up dirt and debris into all the Ringwraiths' faces while also knocking away three of them back to the ground. Following this he revs up his engine once again before shooting off after Arwen, the Ringwraiths recover once more and re-mounting their horses ride back off after the Kamen Rider and Elf.

It doesn't take long for Gaim to catch up to Arwen, the Kamen Rider keeping his Rider Machine just behind her as the two make their way down a gray dirt path, coming upon a river's ford as the two of them ride across it to the other side. Arwen suddenly comes to a stop causing Gaim to slide to a stop as well "What are you doing?" he questions.

The Nazgul catch up appearing on the other side, however they suddenly come to a stop just at the edge. Their horses roaring as if they did not want to cross, or even touch the water. Arwen and Gaim look at the Ringwraiths as one of them look back "Give up the halfling, She-Elf." the Ringwraith demands.

Arwen draws her sword, a look of determination in her eyes "If you want him, come and claim him!" she retorts.

Gaim looks up at her confused by what she was doing before looking back at the Ringwraiths, all nine of them drawing their swords before beginning to spur their horses forward across the water. "Dammit!" Gaim says as he dismounts his Rider Machine and drawing his two swords rushes forward in front of Arwen, ready to defend her and Frodo.

Just then she begins to speak in her language again "Waters of the Misty Mountains, listen to the great word;" as she speaks Gaim begins to notice the water level begin to rise "Huh?" he says.

"Flow waters of Loudwater against the Ringwraiths!"

Suddenly a loud sound is heard coming from the bend, drawing everyone's attention over to it. As then a massive flood of water comes from around the bend, the front of the water almost appearing to be taking on the shapes of horses galloping. The Nazgul screech and their horses roar, all of them in terror as the horses begin running away from the water down the river in an attempt to escape it, Gaim and Arwen both get back just in case as the water blasts by them. The Nazgul unable to escape it as the flood of water engulfs the Ringwraiths and horses, taking them away down the river away from them.

"Whoa~." Gaim says in awe while Arwen seems to be catching her breath.

Just then Arwen notices Frodo begin to fall from her horse "No." this alone catches Gaim's attention as he turns around.

Arwen quickly dismounts from her horse and lays Frodo on the ground as he seems to be trying to catch his breath "Frodo, no. Frodo don't give in!" Arwen pleads to the young Hobbit "Not now."

Gaim gasps in shock, he quickly makes his way back to his Rider Machine and mounts it. Arwen begins to weep for Frodo while embracing him. Starting his Rider Machine back up Gaim slowly rides over to Arwen, catching her attention as she looks up at him and he extends his hand out "Quickly, get on!" Gaim says.