Three beings kept watch in the first boat, and quietly spoke in the Sindarin tongue.

A man and dwarf argued in the second, and four small, quiet, saddened hobbits were in the third and last, with one hobbit rowing.

The words translated from Aragorn, Legolas and Elijah in the first boat were-

"So he's been missing for four days? And you have been paddling up the river ever since looking for him?"

Elijah was quiet not to stir the rest of the fellowship. "Boy, you sure care about the little guy."

"He carries something... special to us. The hobbit, Samwise, is worried sick of Frodo." Legolas whispered.

"An hour after his disappearance, we found this." Aragorn retrieved the box from his pack and gave it to Elijah.

Elijah glared at the box, then took it and opened it quickly. He was not surprised with the sickening contents inside, but shuddered at the horrid picture. His eyes narrowed, and he quickly put the contents back, shut the lid quickly and closed his eyes, after giving the box back to Aragorn, who swiftly hid it back into the folds of his cloak.

"There's no need to investigate who did... this" Elijah said.

"And you are heading to...?"

"A small place near Isengard" Aragorn murmured, "That's where the incident occurred last time; it is most possible he is there again."

"Uh-huh..." Legolas watched the Shore thoughtfully. "How many more days until we reach the Shore near Isengard?"

"I would say..." Aragorn paused, "Two more days, at the most. If we hurry, we can get there by tonight."

"OK." Elijah whispered.

Legolas stood up in his boat.

"Please! Everyone!" He addressed them all. "We haven't lost hope yet!" Lets keep moving- fast, and if we hurry, we can reach our destination by tonight. SO let's keep moving!"

At once every boat began speeding along the Andúin. Legolas sat down exhausted.

"Legolas, you haven't slept in two days!" Aragorn said, "Please! Get some sleep. Elijah and I will keep a look out for prowling orcs and anything else."

At once, Legolas went to sleep, and all was quiet, save for the small cries of "Hey, don't push me!" from the boat behind.

The hobbits huddled together for comfort, and the canoes sailed into the night.

They rowed for another hour or two, and heard no noise. It was all quiet- too quiet...

Legolas awoke suddenly. He could feel that something was not right. Elijah stirred and looked up at him, confused, but then he too, heard and snapped his head up towards the shore. Boromir and Gimli had stopped arguing, and the hobbits stirred too. Aragorns free hand was resting on his sword hilt.

They could here voices. And the sound of hooves, made by horses. Legolas once again signalled for them to duck in their boats. Elijahs eyes shone with a light blue by the moonlight, and he watched anxiously.

A tall man on a horse appeared, and he spotted the boats.

"Get up." Elijah commanded quietly.

Legolas stared at him like he was mad, but he was soon to be reassured.

"Its all right." Elijah whispered to Legolas and Aragorn. "They can help us. Its the riders of Rohan."