Before this story starts, I would like you to know that I have just started listening to The Lord of the Rings, so some of the details may be incorrect.

Lily closed her eyes and remembered the image of Pax, glowing white like lightning over the shattered fulgurite. When she saw the pale glow of the Soothstone through her eyelids, she knew that help had come. She opened her eyes to see a young man with blue eyes and curly brown hair standing in front of her, and surprisingly, he was a full foot shorter that she was! Lily looked at him inquisitively. The man looked around and finally his eyes fell on her.

“Um, excuse me, but would you happen to know where I am? I was just telling Pippin that we should keep walking before we rest, and now I can’t seem to figure out where I am.” Lily staired at him. “Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is…, well…, my name is Mr. Underhill. What is you’re name?”

“My name is Lily, Lily Mc.Kinley. And you’re in what used to be the Layers of the Forgotten. Now I don’t know what this place is.”

“Well, it is an honor to meet you Lily, but I really must be going.”

“Actually…, Mr. Underhill, I called you here.”

“Called me here?” Mr. Underhill asked sounding puzzled.

“And I also know your real name. I’ve read The Lord of the Rings before, and I know that your real name is-”

Mr. Underhill, or as you probably know, Frodo, dashed up to her and clasped his hand over her mouth.

“Don’t say my name,” Frodo whispered, “there may be someone listening.” Just then, Cedric walked out of a tunnel and toward them.

“See!” Frodo said, unsheathing his sword and pointing it at the dwarf dragon.

“Wait!” Lily shouted, getting between Cedric and the sword. “He’s my friend!”

“Then I shouldn’t be talking to you either!” Frodo replied, “he’s a dragon! Dragon’s are evil! And I better kill this one before he’s full grown.” Frodo had mistaken Cedric for a baby dragon.

“Parden me, Mr. Underhill,” Cedric said in his posh Brittish accent, “but I _am_ fully grown.” Frodo lowered his sword, his face in a quisical expression. “And, I preffer to be called a ‘scout,’ if you don’t mind. I was fed up with plundering villages and hoarding gold long ago, and I don’t expect that to change any time soon.”

“He’s not an evil… scout.” Lily said, eyeing Cedric. “He’s done with that. He’s decided to follow Pax.”

“Pax? Who’s Pax?” Frodo asked

“How can you reside in the Realm and not know Pax?” Cedric asked, “Pax is the Prince, and He saved the whole Realm from the Blight more than fifty years ago.”

“Then that explains it,” Frodo said, “I wasn’t alive more than fifty years ago, I’m only fifty as it is, and Hobbit’s don’t keep a habbit of telling stories of things that didn’t happen to their ancestors or in the Shire.” Just then, smoke curled in a corner. All eyes turned on the smoke.

“Is that Souron?” Frodo asked, his eyes wide in fear.

“No,” Lily responded, instinctively reaching into her pocket, “it’s a shroud.”

“What’s a shroud?” Frodo asked, “and do you have a magic ring too?” He had seen Lily reach into her pocket, and had abandoned all form of secrecy.

“No, it’s a Soothstone. And a shroud is a living nightmare, and now that I think about it, it may form into Souron, minus the fire.”

“What’s do you mean form?!” Frodo asked, alarmed.”

“You’re about to find out!” Lily yelled as the smoke curled and glowing red eyes burned through the haze. It eyed Frodo for a while, as if searching his thoughts. Little did Frodo know that it was. Then, the smoke twisted, and condenced into the shape of souron, but instead of fire, the same life draining smoke that the dragon had breathed on Lily on the Great Wall of China twisted around it. Then, nine Ring Wraiths made of smoke came from the smoky Souron. Lily was tempted to run, but she knew that fear would only make the shroud stronger. Then she took the Soothstone out of her pocket, the one that she had reached into, and held it up. She closed her eyes, and remembered Pax’s light blinding out the darkness, and the Blight stricken land turning lush with foliage. She remembered the Forgotten made new again. She remembered Pax defeating the Blight. She opened here eyes and felt the familiar tingle of electricity bursting from her heart and down her arm. Then, it shot out of the Soothstone and toward the Ring Wraith shrouds. The electricity coiled around them, and they writhed in agony. They cicked and strained, but were imobile in the teather of light.

“Cedric!” Lily called. Cedric flew into the air and opened his mouth to shoot a peteifying beam of light. As soon as it hit the Ring Wraiths, they were imobile. Frodo just stood there, watching them in amazement.

“Frodo!” Lily called, completely forgetting to call him Mr. Underhill, “use your sword!!!” Frodo jerked from his trance, and raised his sword, running towards the shrouds imprisoned in light. He stabbed each one, and as he did, they withered into ash, and the electric teather shot back to the Soothstone. When they had all been defeated Lily lowered her arm in releaf, still tingling from the electricity. Then she temembered Souron.

Cedric shot a petrifying beem at him, but the life draining smoke got in the way of the light and extinguished it. Then the smoke shot toward Lily, Cedric, and Frodo. It surrounded Lily and Cedric, but Frodo instinctively put on the ring, and after he did, he jerked out if the way, just in time. Lily felt the smoke surround her, and felt the same hopeless cold that she had felt above the Great Wall of China. She saw out of the corner of her eye that Cedric was suffering the same thing. She also noticed that Frodo was nowhere to be seen. Then, all of a sudden, the Souron Shroud shrieked, and the smoke dissapated. Lily gasped for breath, and Cedric did the same. Souron slowly shrieked again, and as he did, he started to wither until he was nothing but a pile of ash. Frodo walked out from the same tunnel from which Cedric had appeared.

“So,” he said, smiling, “that is what you meant by ‘might form into Souron.’” Lily laughed.

“That was smart,” Lily said, “although you shouldn’t have done that. You know that Gandalf told you not to.”

“Sorry. It was an unconscious decision. Anyway, do you think that you might be able to take me back to just outside the Shire?” Lily smiled, and closed her eyes. The light of the Soothstone flooded the room, and when she opened her eyes, Frodo was gone.