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Sam was by a fireplace tending to the food which they had. Frodo was beside him eating. Down on the slopes of the hill were Boromir, Merry, and Pippin. The man of Gondor was teaching the hobbits how to use swords. for now, it was going well. "Get away from the blade, Pippin ... on your toes ... good, very good ... I want you to react, not think." the High Warden of the White Tower said as he smiled at the smaller beings. None of these members noticed the dark shape upon the sky as it steadily grew closer. The elf Legolas, however, sees it and narrows his eyes. moving against the wind.. lone and significant.... wait... "Tatsuo is returning!" he called out, and the fellowship turned towards the gold-haired elf seeing the exact shape of the dark as he. "you sure? That seems like a cloud to me," Pippin said, squinting his blu eyes. Gandalf smiled and stood "it is her alright." he announced, and then the shape landed in front of them, ruffling her obsidian feathers of white stars.

Greetings, my friends, a voice said, and they all smiled, and the only woman in their company appeared, her white hair cascading down over her shoulders in snow locks. "welcome back, my lady," Aragorn said, dipping his head. Tatsuo smiled at the man of the west and walked towards them all. "news?" Gandalf asked, and the woman sighed, "yes, I do bring them. a party of Crebain from Dunland are on their way here. I killed a few, but they were too many" she bowed her head, but Gandalf placed a hand on her shoulder "it was not your fault. You couldn't do much. let's hide" Tatsuo nodded and grabbed her things from their place. "Come on," she said, hiding behind a bush. The others soon followed her. Now they were waiting. Soon a regiment of crows S flies overhead at high speed, rolling and circling. As their dark shadow passes over the fellowship, a single loud croak is heard, and the crows suddenly move away, back to the south. the company raises to their feet as Gandalf addresses the problem at hand.

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We walk through rock and snow. I'm in my little world when I suddenly hear a yelp of surprise. I quickly see frodo roll down the mountain like an egg down a cliff. My eyes winded, but as I am about to lash out, Aragorn catches the shaken hobbit. I then notice that the Ring is no longer on his chest and gleams the dangerous Ring. I start searching for it and find it laying on the snow like a jewel beneath the earth, waiting to be picked up by some foe or easily bearer. Then a hand grabs it, and I follow the Ring up to its taker. Boromir. I grip the hilt of my sword as I've strapped onto me a gift from Lord Elrond. I say nothing as I don't need it. Aragorn does. "Boromir?" he calls out, but it's not an answer when the man talks. "It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing ... such a little thing," I growl lowly, and Aragorn and Frodo's eyes go over to me as I stalk quietly near. 

"Boromir ... give the Ring to Frodo," you say as you come up behind him, snapping him out of his trance. he smiles a little before giving the Ring to frodo, who takes it without hesitation. You sigh but hold your hand on your sword. Boromir then speaks up, only glancing at you, then frodo, "As you wish. I care not." He ruffles the curly-haired hobbit and then walks away, passing me. I give him a disappointed glance, and he hurries off. I shake my head, glancing at frodo, then walk on. are you okay little one? I ask, and I feel him answer yes, my lady. I smile. Hobbits show reasonable reluctance to the Ring's evil, which I'm glad for. 

Now it's only the horrors that may wait for us upon the mountain. I hope it'll go smoothly but knowing my luck; it won't. 

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cliff hanger 

-saph