[Amanaduial the archer]

"We've got to go. Now."

Fionel opened her eyes and looked at Haven. The girl's eyes were wild, and she had now stood.

"Get up!" Haven's voice was weary but anxious and she looked as if at any moment she would flee, as if any small noise would make her run. Fionel gazed at her wearily, then got to her feet. As soon as she did so, the others also got up. She tugged the sword from the ground where she had deposited it and, because she didnt have a sheath, would just have to be content holding it. She sensed the others looking at it, with a mixture of awe, fear, and resentment, but Haven's next call distracted from it, although it was shouted over her shoulder as she had already set off. "Lets go!"

"Aye, we head West- that is the direction Rhunnaro and Tenzin went, and Turos, and the direction Minas Tirith lies." Fionel agreed. The map was emblazened on her mind, hope in a solid form. So, with many a-sigh, they set off running once more, but soon were met by Rhunnaro. A look of complete astonishment settled itself on the Rhun man's features, and he stared at Fionel as if she was a ghost, holding his horse by its halter. Fionel had never been so glad to see anyone, and she saw something like what she felt in the man's eyes. No, surely she must have imagined it...

"Alive? All of you, alive?" He asked, incredulous. Fionel grinned at him and held out her sword.

"It would take more than that to get rid of us yet, Rhunnaro."

He returned the smile and took her sword, sliding it into a sheath attached to his saddle. Mounting up once again, he trotted with them running around him back to Tenzin and Turos. Fionel took out the map, holding it up to him.

"I suggest we keep on heading West. That way, if I'm right, we should soon reach the Morgul road, and by following the roads, we should be able to get to Minas Tirith, and be able to cross the Mountains of Shadow. But we could have a problem getting over, just a group of slaves..." She looked up at him, her eyes hopeful, but subtly so, but when she next spoke it almost seemed as if she had changed the subject. "In which direction are you headed?"