Seeds of Fury & Hate

"You loved her. A lot," Mira finally whispered.

"I did," he answered, his voice quavering. "So very much."

"I'm sorry," Bisca said; the sentiment was shared by the others.

"Not your fault," Strider said shortly, wiping the tears. Composing himself, he continued.

-o-

Rivendell was always beautiful, Strider thought; more so now than he ever could've imagined. A soft breeze floated through open air room. The soft rushing of distant waterfalls could be heard, as well as the peaceful rumble of a nearby river. Sunlight shone through the open roof and always fell perfectly - never on his face, never concentrated; but always casting a warm glow throughout.

Anairë lay at his side, her beautiful face at peace. Her lips were curved into a smile and her hair - even while asleep - was perfectly in place. He didn't know if it was the magic of elves or unique to her. Not wanting to wake her, Strider carefully and slowly got out of bed.

As he went out for a walk, it wasn't long until he ran into Aragorn. He was sitting on a stone bench, reading a book; in front of him were the Shards of Narsil.

"So this is the famous blade," Strider said, examining it.

"Indeed," Aragorn said, looking up. Strider noted the wistful look he had but didn't comment. Aragorn continued, "Welcome back. I take it that your mission was a success?"

"Ha. You bet. I'll give it to her before we go." Strider said with a grin before turning back to the sword.

"May I?" Strider asked, pointing to the hilt.

"You've no need to ask my permission," Aragorn said.

"It belongs to you, o' king o' mine," Strider said with a laugh. He grabbed the hilt and rolled it around a bit.

"You don't seem impressed," Aragorn said.

"It's a beautiful blade, but it's not right for me. For a older hand, I think," Strider said.

"How are you enjoying Rivendell?" Aragorn asked.

"Loving it," Strider said with a smile. "I almost don't want to leave."

"You can stay, if you wish," Aragorn suggested.

"Not a chance. No, I have to go. The quicker we get our job done, the quicker I can get back here," Strider said.

"You and Anairë seem to be getting along quite well," Aragorn mused.

"Better than well," Strider answered, his voice almost dreamy. "Rivendell is paradise. Nothing comes close."

"I've no argument with that," Aragorn said, looking around.

"A book of legends?" Strider wondered, flicking the book up a bit.

"Even Middle Earth has some areas that remain uncivilized, uninhabited, or otherwise unexplored. It's entertaining to think about what may be," Aragorn said.

"Do you plan on branching out once you reclaim the throne?"

"There's no guarantee that I will," Aragorn said.

"We intend to see that done. Don't we, Legolas?" Strider asked.

"We do," the elf said as he quickly jumped a rail and sat down on the stone bench.

"Denethor won't easily give it up, but I'm sure he'll see reason," Strider said.

"You've not spent a day in Gondor, yet you already seem to know the Steward," Aragorn mused.

"There's a lot to read here," Strider said.

"Yes, I'm sure you've been reading a lot these past few days," Legolas said with a laugh.

"I'm not sure what I said that was so funny," Strider mumbled.

"It's not exactly a secret, laddie," Gimli said as he came up behind Strider.

"Not you too," Strider groaned.

"Perhaps if you spent more time getting ready and less time planning your nuptials, we wouldn't have to tease you," Legolas said.

"Nuptials! Where'd you hear that?!" Strider asked, aghast.

"Rivendell keeps no secrets," Aragorn said with a smile.

"Ugh. Bastards. I'll remember this," Strider grumbled.

"Only having some fun. Just at your expense," Legolas said.

"That's the problem. I'd rather we tease Aragorn. Much more fun," Strider said.

"You got time, laddie. Don't rush into it. Not a good mistake to make," Gimli advised.

"More than one elf has an eye on you," Aragorn added.

"I'm gonna take my leave before I attack you all with this sword," Strider said as he sulked away, red at their raucous laughter.

-o-

"I hear the teasing has been relentless for you," Anairë giggled as Strider joined her in the library.

"You've no idea," he grumbled.

"I don't know why you're not exclaiming it to the world. Don't you love me?" she asked in a mock-dejected tone. Strider quickly kissed her.

"I wouldn't even joke about something like that," he whispered as he broke away. She saw that his eyes were full of passion.

"I know," she said simply.

"So, found anything?" Strider wondered.

"Nothing," Anairë sighed. "I'm sorry. I was certain there would be something, but even with all these records…"

"It's fine," Strider said, kissing her cheek.

"It's not. A man should know his family," she said softly.

"I'm sure I'll come across something. There are other libraries, after all. Perhaps something in one of the Dúnedain strongholds in the north."

"That may be a good idea," she whispered. Her fingers traveled up his chest, resting on the locket that he wore. "Is it special to you?"

"Mmm, something like that," Strider said.

"Something like that?"

"It's something I wear to help me with my telekinesis. I made a stupid decision a long time ago, so my mentor created this for me - a reminder that I wouldn't make another stupid choice again. Obviously, it didn't help," Strider sighed, nodding at his shoulder. She giggled and pulled his shirt off his shoulder, giving it a tender kiss.

"You say mistake, I say a happy accident. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had to look over you and we may not have met," she said.

"When you put it like that, I'd make the same choice over again. Maybe even quicker," Strider said. He gently pushed her back against a bookcase and kissed her, eliciting a giggle. She quickly pushed him off.

"As much as I love to love you, this is a sacred place. We cannot desecrate it," she said.

"As you wish," Strider said. "Anyways, I'll leave you to your duties for now. I'm going to come up with ways to avenge my manhood on Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli. Ha! I might be younger, but I'm also much more spry!"

Anairë smiled as he went off. As soon as he was out of sight, another elf approached her. She offered the arrival a smile; she was just as beautiful, with long, raven hair and moonlight skin.

"Lady Arwen," Anairë bowed.

"You seem to have taken quite the shine to Strider," Arwen said.

"I have, my lady. I don't know how to explain it," Anairë said with a gentle blush.

"That's how you know it is true love," Arwen said softly. "But… you know what awaits you?"

Anairë's smile fell as fear gripped her heart. But as she saw his smiling face in her minds eye, another, warmer hand eased around her heart.

"Yes, my lady," she whispered. "But even so, I cannot change what I feel. The time that I spend with him already makes me feel younger, lighter. I would give it all for him."

"Are you certain?"

"I am, my lady. More certain than I've been about anything," Anairë responded.

"Then you have my blessing," Arwen said with a smile. Anairë returned it before helping her find the book she was looking for.

-o-

"Ah! You four are looking much better. How are you, Mr. U- Frodo, I mean," Strider said, sitting on a fifth chair near the Hobbits. Pippin passed him a pint which he sipped slowly.

"Doing alright, all things considered. Mr. Frodo here's pretty tired, though. That cursed mark…" Sam trailed off.

"Don't I know it," Strider sighed, showing them his own splotchy black mark. "It'll ease out though. Just give it time. Once we get done with this little job, it'll be smooth sailing."

"You sure 'bout that?" Pippin asked.

"Pretty sure. You'll be legends when this is done," Strider said with a grin.

"Legends? I like the sound of that," Pippin said in his cheerful tone.

"Don't start thinkin' about the songs they'll write about you just yet, Pip. Gotta finish the job first," Merry reminded him.

"Ah, don't worry 'bout it, Merry! Strider, Legolas, Gimli, Aragorn, Boromir, and Gandalf! How hard could it be?" Pippin asked merrily.

"He doesn't really get it, you see," Merry sighed. Strider just chuckled; he liked the behavior of the Hobbits.

"Just remember: getting Frodo to Mt. Doom is our first priority. That said, I don't want any of you taking any unnecessary risks or trying to get your names in the history books. That'll come with completion; but it's better that you all live to hear your songs, understand?" Strider said, a bit more serious.

"Aye, we hear you," Merry nodded.

"Don't worry, Mr. Strider. We'll keep Mr. Frodo safe!" Sam said earnestly.

"I know you will, Sam. Frodo's got some good friends, obviously. Who knows, we might finish this whole adventure in a year. Didn't it take Mr. Bilbo that long?"

"Just about," Frodo nodded. "He's in Rivendell, actually. Would you like to meet him?"

"Would I?! Of course! It's not everyday you get to meet a living legend," Strider said excitedly. The Hobbits laughed at his excitement and acquiesced. The troop snaked through Rivendell until they finally reached an old man sitting on a bench, listening to a serenade he was given by the elves. As he spotted them approach, he gently got up, his joints creaking.

"Frodo, my lad! Good to see you, good to see you. And I see you've brought company," Bilbo said, smiling up at Strider.

"It's an honor. Mr. Baggins," Strider said, bowing to the old man.

"No need to bow to me, no need to bow to me. What'll people say?" Bilbo laughed.

"They'll say that I ought to bow to a legend," Strider said with a smile. "I've heard the tale about the dragon. It's something else, really."

"Ah, those days," Bilbo reflected softly. "So much adventure. So much fun! But in the end, so much grief…"

"Forgive me. I didn't mean to bring up unpleasant memories," Strider said gently.

"Nonsense. Thorin would've had me struck if I mourned him any longer! No… those were good times. The best of my life, that much is certain," Bilbo said. He ushered them to the bench. The others sat on the ground around him, looking up with bright eyes.

"One thing to always remember, lads - when you get a chance, an opportunity - seize it! I did and I'm better than I would be in every sense. It might be risky, it might be dangerous - but you'll always think 'What if?' if you don't take it. Take it," Bilbo said sagely.

"What was it like facing Smaug?" Strider wondered.

"Oh, it was terrifying," Bilbo recalled, although his sly smile betrayed the fact that he seemed to have enjoyed it after all. "He spoke to me like he respected me - as a dragon usually will. One has to know better, though. They can cast a spell over you; you have to be able to break it if necessary. And never - never! - tell a dragon your real name."

"I don't think we'll be encountering any dragons on our journey, Bilbo," Frodo laughed.

"Dragons still exist, don't they?" Merry asked.

"They do, but in fewer numbers than before. They seem to stick to the north and east, not much over here," Strider said.

"He's right, you know. Lord Thranduil knows all about the fire drakes of the north. But a dragon is a dragon, boys; always dangerous!" Bilbo exclaimed.

"Erebor is still around, isn't it?" Sam wondered.

"It is. Still thriving, in fact - with Dain still ruling as king! And Brand, son of Bard the Bowman & Dragon Slayer, in Dale," Bilbo said.

"It's an impressive tale. Something that could only happen in real life, I think," Strider chuckled.

"Oh, I believe it. No one would ever expect a Hobbit, of all people, to be in the middle of this story!" Bilbo laughed.

"I almost don't believe it," Frodo sighed.

"Cheer up, Frodo. We're all going to see this done. Right, Aragorn?" Strider asked, looking behind him. Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli had pulled up on a bench near them, with Gandalf off in the distance talking to Elrond; and Boromir approaching.

"Of course. We all need to be back here as quickly as possible for Striders wedding, after all," Aragorn said.

"That's it! Get ready, old man! I'm kicking your ass!" Strider exclaimed, handspringing up.

"Now, now - this is a place of peace," Gandalf laughed.

"Come. There is much to discuss," Elrond said, coming up behind him.

-o-

"More talks and meetings?" Anairë asked as Strider joined her for a late dinner.

"So many. I don't know why I have to keep attending them, honestly. I'll just blaze a path like I always do," Strider said, grinning.

"I thought this was supposed to be a mission of secrecy?" Anairë asked.

"So they say. Not sure why they brought Pippin and I on, in that case. We're about as loud and brash as it's possible to get," Strider laughed.

"Such irreverence for the task," Anairë giggled. "But you're more serious than you let on, I think."

"What gives you that idea?" Strider asked.

"Just a thought for now. Granted, you've been nothing short of jubilant since you got here. Perhaps it's because you're still such a baby," she laughed.

"Hey, I resent that," Strider grumbled.

"Undeniably true. You're less than half Frodos' age, are you not?"

"I suppose so…"

"And Merry and Pippin and Sam are certainly older than you. Aragorn, Gimli, Boromir, and Legolas undeniably are. And Gandalf is Gandalf. So you truly are the baby of the bunch!"

"Ugh…"

"Don't fret, don't fret. You're the most handsome as well. Does that make you feel better?"

"So much better," Strider said, grinning. He leaned across and took her hand in his, giving it a soft kiss. "Only a few days left."

"I know," she said, returning it in kind. "But we will see each other soon enough. I have my own journey coming up."

"What? Really?" Strider asked, surprised.

"Indeed. Lord Elrond has given me leave to do what I can to help other citizens. I will be traveling east, not long after you all set out," she said smiling.

"That means…" Strider said, brightening up.

"That we will see each other soon, yes," she said happily.

"Where to?" Strider asked.

"It's a small town close to the Misty Mountains, just north of your road, called Roverandom," Anairë said. Strider telekinetically brought a map to him and pored over it, grinning as he found it.

"Perfect. That's just before we enter the Mountains, too. I can navigate them easily enough, so the others will go before me and I'll join them on the other side. It'll give us a chance to stock up as well," Strider said excitedly.

"I'll be sure to bring something you all can use," she said sweetly.

"Will it just be you? Or will there be other elves as well? It's pretty close to the Mountains…" Strider trailed off.

"Just I. It's better to keep the party size as small as can be; we don't want to draw attention," she said.

"True enough. Stay safe," Strider said seriously.

"I will," she said softly.

-o-

"The mountains. Is that where she…?" Mira trailed off.

"No," Strider answered softly. "It happened in the village. By the time I got there, there wasn't anything that I could do."

Before anyone could interrupt again, he continued.

-o-

"About ready?" Aragorn asked, standing in the doorway. It was the night before.

"Just about. I feel something, though. I'm not sure what it is. An unease," Strider said softly.

"I feel it as well," Aragorn said. "It's the feeling all men get before they venture into the unknown."

"No, it's not that. I already know that feeling, and I don't mind it. But it's something else… something…" he trailed off. To his surprise, Aragorn laughed.

"Oh. That feeling? That's the feeling you get when you have something you don't wish to leave behind, no matter what. It's another feeling all men get; a nicer feeling, one that strengthens you," Aragorn said.

"That sounds correct," Strider chuckled. He unsheathed his new sword; one of a beautiful elvish make, from Gondolin. The blade glistened as brilliantly as on the day it was forged. He tightly wrapped his hand around the grip and swung it around a few times, grinning at how light it felt in his hands.

"A beautiful gift," Aragorn noted.

"Very. You sure you don't want something like this?" Strider asked.

"My sword has been my companion for as long as I can remember. I will not abandon it," Aragorn said, caressing it.

"It's a sword, Aragorn; not a person," Strider said.

"Once you spend such intimate time with a weapon, it takes on a persona of its own. Perhaps you'll learn that on our travels," Aragorn said.

"Speaking of which, are you sure that'll you nine will be able to make it to the other side of the Mountains without me?"

"Make it without you? Ha! You'd draw to much attention to us," Boromir laughed as he passed by their room.

"Why that…" Strider grumbled, eliciting a chuckle from Aragorn.

"It'd be better for us all to be able to have our supplies replenished once we leave the mountains. I encourage this route. Just don't languish for to long," Aragorn said.

"Yes, sir," Strider said.

"Until tomorrow that," Aragorn said. As he left, Anairë came in. She smiled and hugged her beloved.

"Tomorrow, then," she said.

"Yes. But I'll see you soon enough," Strider said.

"Good. I'll be sure to have enough food for the little ones," she laughed.

"I'm not sure that even you're strong enough to carry that much," Strider chuckled. He brought her in for a kiss that she happily returned, gently caressing his cheek.

"I'll miss that the most, I think," Strider said.

"As will I," she whispered. She took the sword from his hand, sheathed it, and led him towards their bed. As they got settled, she rested her head on his chest, gently tracing along his stomach.

"Don't do anything foolish," she whispered.

"I know," he whispered. She got on top of him, taking his face in her hands.

"On your journey, you'll face so many trials and tribulations. When I see you again in a few weeks; and when I see you again after all is said and done, I want to see you. I want to see the man that I fell madly in love with. I know that changes happen; but I want to see you again as I see you now. Promise me," Anairë said. Strider was silent for a moment before he smiled.

"Of course. I know what you're saying. I promise, Anairë. I'll be the same man I am now," he said.

"Jubilant. Happy. Optimistic. Loving. Carefree. That's the man that I love. Stay like this. Always," she said.

"I will. I promise, I will," he said. Anairë smiled, satisfied with his answer. She leaned down and kissed him passionately, letting him flip her on her back and take control. She wanted to make this night a passionate one.

-o-

"Do you have everything?" Anairë asked. Strider was packed and ready to go, heading out to meet the rest of his companions.

"Just not the one thing I can take along with me," he sighed.

"I'll see you soon," she giggled. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, slipping her tongue in his mouth. As they separated, she gave him a warm look. "I love you."

"And I love you, too. So much," he whispered. He gave her a quick kiss before quickly turning around. "Alright! If I spend any more time here, I'm gonna end up calling this journey off!"

"Ha. In that case, I'll save it for when we next meet. Remember to stay safe and keep yourself healthy. Otherwise, you may not be able to satisfy me as well as you have here," she giggled.

"Oh, don't worry about that. You won't be able to get back to Rivendell without my help next time," he said smugly, eliciting a happy laugh from her.

"We'll see about that," she said, smirking.

"Before I go, though, there's something I have for you," Strider said. He pulled a beautiful, mithril crown from his pack. Anairë looked at it, stunned; particularly, she was drawn to the grandiose, bright blue jewel set in the middle. The links were woven through each other meticulously, to the point that it seemed almost impossible.

"This is…" she trailed off, gently caressing it with her fingers.

"Do you like it?"

"Like? I absolutely love it. I don't know what to say," she said. Strider smiled as he helped put it on her head.

"Perfect," he whispered, kissing her. Anairë poured everything she had into the kiss; it nearly left him stupefied as they separated.

"Go on, my love," she whispered, giving him one more for the road. He smiled and returned it before setting out.

-o-

"You're languishing, Strider," Aragorn chuckled as they finally exited the hidden valley.

"Gandalf - I need some medicine. My heart…" Strider moaned.

"Perhaps nine would've been a better number," the old wizard grumbled.

"Perhaps you can whine Sauron to death?" Boromir suggested.

"He just might," Legolas laughed.

"Keep up, laddie," Gimli ordered. Strider grumbled but did as they asked; finally, after they were so many miles away, he stopped looking back and fixed his eyes on the distance. They had several weeks of road travel in front of them.

"Are we really sticking to the grass? Not the road?" Pippin asked.

"We don't know what may be on the road. This is the safest bet," Strider told him.

"Couldn't you just flick 'em outta the way or somethin'?"

"We want to avoid raising any suspicions, Peregrin Took. That means we want to avoid flicking anyone, anywhere - least of all in a direction that might not be friendly!" Gandalf said.

"Besides, it's nice here, isn't it? Open sky, green grass, and the Misty Mountains before us. Cheer up, Pip!" Strider laughed, clapping him on the shoulder.

"You sound far to cheerful for a person on this kind of mission," Aragorn mused.

"Would you prefer me moping around?" Strider wondered.

"An excellent point. Stay cheerful," he said.

They continued to make good progress for that day and the next and the one after that. It was still long until the Misty Mountains began to come into view. But at least now they could see how far they still had to go.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Strider asked as they stopped for camp. He leaned against a single tree in a large plane, admiring the snow capped peaks.

"Certainly. I remember having to save that troop of dwarves there seventy-seven years ago. A fine mess they had gotten into!" Gandalf exclaimed.

"Weren't you the one that led them into that mess?" Strider asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I was hardly even involved," the wizard said coyly.

"Right…" Strider trailed off. He turned his attention to the north, scanning for any signs of life.

"The village closer to the mountains, so you will not see it from here. Easy to cross in a few days with a good horse," Gandalf said.

"I just hope we find a good horse there. Perhaps we should've brought some?" Strider said.

"Horses would draw attention. And we'll likely come across some farms along the way. I'm certain at least one will be willing to lend you a mare," Gandalf said.

"And if they don't, Strider will have no problem running the distance if it means making it to his bride-to-be in time," Aragorn said with a chuckle. The others joined in on the laughter, turning Strider a bright red.

"Oh, keep it up old man…" he grumbled.

-o-

"Wow. They are tall," Pippin said as they got closer. They were only a couple of days out.

"Beautiful," Strider whispered.

"You've said that every hour for the last few days. We get it," Boromir sighed.

"Strider, with me. There's a river near by. Lets catch lunch," Aragorn said.

As they made their way over a hill and to the river, Strider telekinetically levitated some fish out of the water.

"The old fashioned way," Aragorn said, fashioning a hook and line.

"Why? This is much easier," Strider said.

"Perhaps, but there may come a time during which you cannot rely on your magic. For that time, you should know how to fend for yourself as others do," he said. Strider sighed but obeyed; he fashioned himself a hook and line and sat on the edge of the river, the line dangling in the water.

"This is oddly relaxing," he mused.

"Another benefit," Aragorn said.

"How do you think everyones faring?" Strider asked.

"Well, for the most part. Of course they're all worried - how can they not be?"

"True enough. What a time to be alive. Talk about exciting times," Strider said.

"And trying ones. These times will determine the course of the future - for better or worse. Our only job is to ensure that it's a hopeful one. One where parents and their children might leave their doors unlocked at night, or venture further from their village than they'd otherwise dare," Aragorn said.

"Or know each other at all," Strider said softly.

"Or know each other at all," Aragorn repeated. "Were you able to find anything?"

"Nothing. I'll try once this is done. Perhaps I'll travel north. The Dúnedain must have some records," he said.

"Indeed. That's a wise idea. Although, you may wish to prepare for the eventuality that there may be nothing," Aragorn said.

"I already have," Strider said with a pained smile.

"What do you think of our Fellowship?" Aragorn asked, changing tracks.

"A motley crew, don't you think? We've got four Hobbits who don't know how to fight but are a damn good time; a Dwarf and Elf who, I think, are just waiting for a chance to prove which of them is the best of the bunch; three men, only one of whom is handsome; and a grouchy old wizard. Not a beauty amongst us," Strider sighed.

"I believe Boromir is a bit envious of you. Not all men are looked at so fondly by elves," Aragorn laughed.

"It's because he's old. Same with you. Make sure you oil your joints as well. I don't want to end up having to carry you two along," Strider laughed.

"Such irreverence," Boromir mused as he came up behind Strider and hit him upside the head.

"Ouch! What's that for?" Strider demanded.

"Irreverence, I'd say," Aragorn said.

"Hmph. I'll get you for that," Strider grumbled.

"I look forward to it," Boromir chuckled, fashioning himself a line and tossing it in the water. The three men sat in silence, enjoying the nature around them.

"What's Gondor like?" Strider suddenly asked.

"You've never been there?" Boromir asked.

"I haven't had traveled far east. Just north and south for the most part. The most I've done and traveled is Mirkwood, at Lord Thranduil's palace," Strider said.

"You must know Legolas, then," Boromir said.

"Not at all. I know Lord Thranduil has a son, but I only just met Legolas for the first time in Rivendell. He hasn't spent much time there the past 70 or so years, from what I understand," Strider said.

"I see. Gondor, however, is beautiful. It is magnificent. Minas Tirith is beautiful, towering above its surroundings. My father, the Steward, keeps a strong eye on the place as well as Mordor, right on its edge. I think you'll find it to your liking when we go there. You'll be welcomed like a king, my friend," Boromir said, clapping Strider on the shoulder.

"I look forward to it. I've always wanted to see it," Strider said, looking into the water.

"'Tis a thing of beauty," Boromir said softly.

"And we shall ensure its prosperity with the end of our quest," Aragorn said.

"We will. Of Gondor. Rohan. Mirkwood. The world," Strider said softly.

"Still…" Boromir began.

"Hmm?"

"Would it not be better for us to use the ring? I know what the wizard says, but it cannot be denied that it is such a thing of power…"

"I think we should trust Gandalf and Lord Elrond on this. They know better than anyone what that thing is capable of. Better it's destroyed and never seen again then given a chance to return its master to power," Strider said.

"You don't think it's a good idea to turn it on its master?" Boromir asked.

"I think its better to deprive him of anything that could be used to aid him. The safest option is to destroy it and then crush Mordor underfoot," Strider said.

"Easier said than done," Boromir sighed.

"That's why we have such a Fellowship! I'm sure that every one here is worth - at the very least - a hundred orcs. Maybe fifty for the little ones," Strider exclaimed.

"Fifty? Ha. They don't have a penchant for blades," Boromir chuckled.

"No, but have you seen how quiet they are? You might be strong, Boromir, but if one of them comes up behind you without raising your suspicion, you don't have much of a chance," Strider said.

"I suppose that's true enough. I'll have to watch my back and my front then," he said, getting up. As he left Aragorn and Strider alone, Strider noticed a strange look on Aragorn's face.

"What is it?"

"Nothing important."

"As you say."

-o-

"It wasn't long after that that we split. I headed to the village in the north where she would be staying. If I had flown, perhaps it would've been different. Maybe I could've gotten there on time. But I went by horse so as not to raise any undue suspicion. When I got there, the village was already destroyed. No one had been left alive, including her. That was the last," Strider said, gripping the railing. They felt the wind suddenly stop; it was as though his power was seeping out without his control, exacting its own on the elements.

"It wasn't your fault," Mira said softly.

"Of course it wasn't," Strider said coldly. Mira recoiled at the tone. "I stopped blaming myself quickly. I know exactly whose fault it was."

"The ones that did it… did you…" Lucy trailed off, afraid of the answer.

"Of course I did," he said without regret. The tone sent a chill down their spines.

-o-

Strider was recuperating at the home of Lord Thranduil, his body torn and burned. He looked at the wounds that he had suffered from his stay in now destroyed fortress of Dol Guldur. His new home was more to his tastes - or at least it would've been under any other circumstance. He heard steps off to the side.

"Lord Thranduil," he said, immediately getting up.

"Stay seated," Thranduil said graciously, taking a seat opposite him.

"Thank you for your hospitality. I'm healing well," Strider said stoically.

"Yes, I can see that. At least the dominion of the fortress is broken over Mirkwood now. Although, perhaps, instead of coming here you should've seen to your friends," Thranduil said.

"I…" Strider trailed off, his head hanging in his hands.

HIs friends.

In his anger, he had all but abandoned them. As their faces touched his mind, he felt a hand grip his heart tighter and tighter. The little ones, the elf, the dwarf, the men, the wizard.

"What do you know?"

"They have exited the Misty Mountains…" Thranduil said, looking off into the distance. "But they are one short, excluding yourself. I do not see the Wizard with them. Fire… and shadow."

"Gandalf is dead?" Strider asked stunned.

"I do not believe so, no. But he is not with them. Where he is now, I cannot say. But have heart. The wizard is not easily defeated by anyone," Thranduil said.

"I have to go to them! My Lord, do you know where they are now?!" Strider exclaimed.

"Are you sure that is wise? You are not yourself now, Strider," Thranduil said.

"I'm sure! I can't just abandon them like this! I ha-have to go to them! Immediately!" Strider yelled. Several elves rushed in, but Thranduil held them at bay with a hand.

"As you wish. Your horse is ready and fed, and your equipment is prepared. You may leave as you desire. My home will be open to you should you wish to rest more," Thranduil said.

"Thank you, Lord Thranduil. I… I don't know how to thank you," Strider said, bowing low to him.

"Simply do as you do, Strider. That's what will help us all. Go to Lothlórien. That is where they shall be," Thranduil told him.

"At once, my lord!"

Strider had never ran so fast in his life; he had never run a horse so fast in his life; he had never been so angry in his life.

-o-

"STRIDER!" Pippin yelled, running at him. Strider made it safely to the forest of Lothlórien, only running into a few orcs on the way. He killed them on instinct, not bothering to stop. Even as their heads flew and blood spurted, he didn't pay them any attention.

"Pippin!" Strider exclaimed, hugging the Hobbit. Merry, Sam, and Frodo followed, happy to see their friend. Strider looked around and saw the others, but his heart fell when he didn't see a bushy, grey beard.

"So Gandalf truly isn't here…" he trailed off.

"It was a Balrog," Legolas told him. Strider's heart fell; he knew what to expect.

"Strider. You don't think…" Sam trailed off.

"I'd be more worried for the Balrog, Sam," Strider said, trying to lift their moods. "Gandalf isn't someone to be trifled with. He's not just any old man. No, I don't think this is the last we've seen of him."

"Are you sure?"

"As sure as I can be," Strider nodded.

"Strider…" Aragorn said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Hmm?"

"We know," Aragorn said. The Hobbits backed away a respectable difference.

"Lady Galadriel told us," Legolas said.

"Oh…" Strider whispered. He sat down on a nearby rock, holding his head in his hands. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for leaving you like that. I'm sorry for not coming back. I…"

"You've nothing to be sorry for," Aragorn told him, resting a hand on his shoulder. "But there is much to discuss. Are you able?"

"I am. What is it?" Strider asked.

He followed Aragorn to a secluded spot.

"I fear that Gandalf's leaving has set in motion events we might not be able to prevent. Something gnaws at me. I've heard rumors of orcs that travel in the light of day; of orcs that are becoming more brazen in their attacks. Of others joining the enemy ranks. Gondor is all at its extent, while Rohan has been absent," Aragorn said.

"What do you think should be done?" Strider asked.

"I've a different task in mind for you. One that will take you far from the Fellowship, but one that I need you to undertake," Aragorn said.

"You want me to leave?" Strider asked, surprised.

"I would not ask anyone else to do this. I ask this of you because I know your strength. Our journey to Mordor is one of stealth; but your Magic is more suited for something else. What I need, Strider, is a decoy. A figure to lure eyes away from us, onto someone who could be a standard for others to gather to. I need someone to distract an All Seeing Eye," Aragorn said seriously.

"You want me to… to go to war with the orcs? To make noise, essentially?" Strider asked.

"Yes," Aragorn confirmed. "Will you?"

"I accept," Strider said immediately. He felt a jolt of excitement rush blast at his heart; he could almost see red.

"You'll need to gather your own fighting force. There are some I can recommend - and where to find them - but others you'll have to gather yourself. You will be the the front line," Aragorn said.

"I know. I can do this. I can do it," Strider said.

"Thank you, Strider. I wouldn't ask this of anyone else," Aragorn said, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Get some rest. You'll leave before we do; make some noise as you go."

"Yes, sir."

-o-

"So he gave you the task of fighting? While they snuck their way to the place?" Jenny asked.

"Yes. Even the best laid plans go awry, though; we met up a short while after and our Fellowship was even more fracture. One of them died; two were kidnapped; two went off on their own; and three chased after the two that were taken. They all survived, but it was a harrowing time. Meanwhile, I did the best I could to make noise and raise a small fighting force," Strider said softly. He clenched and unclenched his fist several times; how many lives extinguished with his bare hands.

-o-

"Where will you go first?" Aragorn asked. Strider was making his final preparations. He went light; a small pack that had some essentials, his sword, his new cloak, and nothing else.

"Northwest, by myself. To Rhudaur. There's one particular person I want to recruit," Strider said.

"Very well. Here's another list for you to stick to, if you wish. They'll know you as a friend," Aragorn said. Strider graciously accepted it and stored it close to his heart for safety. As his sleeve fell back, Aragorn sighed.

"What?" Strider asked.

"It appears you took some damage," Aragorn mused.

"Oh. I had a run in with one of the Black Captains. A real bastard," Strider said.

"Be careful of their kind. The Black Númenorean's may be redeemable, but do not try to hard yet," Aragorn warned him.

"As you say," Strider said. With a heavy head, he looked up; night was nigh. "I'll leave first thing in the morning and try to draw all the attention I can."

"Very well. Before you go, I've a gift for you," Aragorn said.

"A gift?" Strider asked, bewildered. Aragorn smiled and reached into a small hole that was carved into a tree. From it, he pulled a stunning mithril crown - much like the one that he had gifted to Anairë. But instead of a bright blue jewel, in the headpiece was set a stunning obsidian stone. It looked like a beautiful, perfect night sky. Strider carefully took it from Aragorn's fingers; touching it, tears welled up in his eyes.

"How…"

"Lady Galadriel had it brought here; she knew you'd come. It was a gift that Anairë intended to give to you on your return to Rivendell from the journey," Aragorn said softly.

"She…"

"Yes. She loved you, Strider. Very much as you can see; not just anyone gifts another mithril, not even great kings. Keep it with you. Always."

Strider was just silent. He fell back onto a tree stump while Aragorn gave him his space.

It was a long, sleepless, tearful night.

-o-

Strider awoke with a start, his breathing heavy and sweat running down his body. He quickly sat up and got his bearings straight. He had fallen asleep at the bottom of a small hill, surrounded by the carcasses of the orcs he had slain hours prior. His horse, a beautiful black mare, lapped water from a nearby stream. Strider was happy to see that no blood had tainted it. He removed his clothes and telekinetically began to wash himself. He hadn't gotten far until he sensed someone nearby. His elvish blade flew to his hand and immediately, ready to spill more blood.

"Whose there?" Strider snarled.

"A friend," came the voice on the other end. Strider was surprised to see who emerged; a friend indeed.

"Talion?"

"I see you've been busy," Talion said appreciatively, looking around at the carnage.

"Just the man I was looking for, in fact," Strider said with a small smile as he got dressed.

"For what?"

"Something I know you'll want to be a part of," Strider said.

-o-

"You weren't wrong. I'm interested. Deeply," Talion said sardonically. They were still amongst the carnage of orcs. He spat on one before kicking its head like a ball. "But why now?"

Strider was silent. That told Talion everything he needed to know.

"I see," he said softly, clenching his fist. "I know how you feel, Strider."

It was the utmost truth.

"So what say you, Ranger? Wraith?" Strider asked, his voice icier.

"You know my answer," Talion responded, his voice slightly changed. As Strider looked at him again, he saw a soft blue light emanating from one of his eyes; the Wraith was in agreement.

"Excellent."

"Who else?" Talion asked. Strider handed him the list that Aragorn gave him. Talion smiled; he recognized some of the names.

"Leave them to me. We'll need more than men, though," he said.

"I'm going to pay Lord Thranduil a visit," Strider said.

"Soun-," Talion began before a shrill shriek cut him off. Strider and Talion looked towards the hill from where it came. There descending on them was a pack of Uruks.

"Uruk-hai. Daywalkers," Talion sighed.

"Finally some more!" Strider snarled. He telekinetically lifted a large boulder and hurled it at them, crushing a small number. "Come on, come on, come on! Come at me, you bastards! I'll slay you all right here, right now!"

Talion just smiled; he had hardly seen Strider in such a way before. While it saddened him to know of his friends loss, it gladdened him to see what the loss had turned him into. With a snarl, he vanished into shadow and infiltrated the Uruk ranks, Dominating and killing.

One that broke off towards Strider suddenly stopped. It's blade turned upon it and rammed through the neck. Strider kicked the blade through another's head before he spotted the commander. He quickly rushed him and with a clean slash, separated the head from the body. He raised it and let the blood soak his face, before throwing it into the ranks. As they saw the tongue grossly hanging out, their spirit began to crumble.

The rest became easy pickings for the Ranger and Strider. The battle, if it could be called as such, hadn't last more than a couple minutes. As the cleared up, Strider piled the carcasses on top of each other.

"Going to burn them?" Talion asked.

"Better than leaving them like this. Talk about unseemly. Besides, they have a distinct smell. I want the other orcs and Uruks to see and smell what happened here," Strider said softly. Talion simply watched as Strider finish the job.

-o-

Strider decided to leave some of the particulars out for the others; they didn't need to know the specifics of what he did to the Uruk's that day.

"I was a different man back then," was all he said. His voice, however, carried no sense of regret; if anything, it was as though he was thinking about it wishfully.

"It was a war, though. There's no way it could've been different, right? If you didn't… you know… then it could've been you that died," Mira said.

"True enough, I suppose. Maybe I could've just sat back and let it pass me by. But at that point, I couldn't. I didn't want to," Strider said, looking to the stars. "I had spent my entire life preparing for a fight. I couldn't turn back at that point."

"How long did you fight for?" Erza asked.

"The war itself lasted for a year, but I had other loose ends to tie up. I was at it for a few more months after that. And a year after it had ended, I decided to come to Fiore," Strider said.

"To get away from everything?" Lucy asked.

"More or less, yes. Not a permanent thing, mind you. I love my homeland, and after spending so much of my life fighting for it, I can't abandon it so easily. But I needed a separation. I suppose I could've gone to one of the nearer continents, like Thedas to our east. But that was still to close. So I went far south."

"I speak for everyone when I say I'm glad you did," Bisca said. The others voiced their approval.

"Thank you," Strider said, managing a slight smile.

"I think that's enough for tonight," Mira said firmly, looking at the others. While most of them wanted him to continue, when they saw the tight grip he had on the railing in front of him, they relented. Each of the girls came up and gave him a hug and a kiss goodnight before slowly filing out. When Bisca came back after seeing them out, she saw him standing on top of the railing.

"What're you doing?" Bisca asked, worried.

"I'm just going to go for a little flight to clear my mind. I'll be back in a little bit," he said, levitating to the clouds.

-o-

As Strider flew just under a cloud, he looked over the city of Crocus. He wriggled his fingers gently, contorting the cloud above him into different shapes. Finally, he dispersed it into the air; where there once was a cloud, now there was nothing.

-o-

Strider sat on the edge of one of the waterfalls, taking in the crisp air and droplets of water. It was nice and cool; a paradise he would have to leave soon.

"You almost don't wish to leave," came Gandalf's voice behind him. The wizard gently puffed on a pipe, offering a small smile.

"Almost, sir. But I have to. I know that," Strider said.

"Indeed. For better or worse," Gandalf said.

"For better or worse. But I'll come back for her. Once this cursed war is done, she and I can finally settle down. Move to a plot of land somewhere in Gondor or stay here, in Rivendell - even when the other elves have gone. She and I can be happy," Strider said, smiling.

"Hold on to that feeling," the old wizard said gently. "And let it drive you forward."

"Yes sir," Strider nodded.

"I'm curious about something. The ring - what do you think we should do with it?"

"It should be destroyed, sir. As quickly as possible."

"You don't wish to use it, as Boromir suggested?"

"I trust you and Lord Elrond when you say it can't be used by anyone else. If that's true, then destroying it is the only option we have. Besides, I don't think it's good for Frodo. I want it to break its hold on him as soon as possible."

"Yes, I'm of the same mind. But it is a powerful thing, you know."

"And mens hearts are easily corrupted. Yes, I know. I feel a strange pull towards it whenever I'm near Frodo. But I hate orcs more than I love power. So that'll always win out, I think."

"So long as you do not let your hate guide you," Gandalf said softly. "Good night, Strider.

"Good night, sir."

"And Strider," Gandalf said.

"Sir?"

"Your necklace," Gandalf nodded.

"What about it?"

"Do not take it off. No matter what happens, you must not take it off. No matter how angry you get; no matter how dire the situation. Do you understand? Not even as a last resort," Gandalf said, his voice sterner. Strider looked at the wizards warm eyes - seeing a certain intensity there that sent a jolt up and down his spine.

"Yes, sir. I won't take it off. No matter what," Strider said, tracing the obsidian jewel with his finger.

"Good. That's that, then." As he turned to leave, Strider quickly spoke up.

"What do you know, Mr. Gandalf?"

"Enough, my boy. Enough. No matter what, Strider. No matter the situation."

"Yes, sir."

-o-

Strider gently caressed the obsidian jewel. As he touched it, Anglachel rattled in its sheath. All else was still.