This wasn't supposed to be an easy trip, you knew it. Being apart of a group of nine other companions on a journey to drop The One Ring into the fires of Mount Doom was surely going to provide danger. And not only that, Frodo was becoming quite the target for Sauron. And as a skill huntress, it is your job to help protect him. That is all that has gone through your head as your traversed the mountains. The snow was coming down, it was freezing, and there was hardly a way around. Your group had to keep pushing. But you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched... It was eerie. By the evening, the snow finally died down after two full days of it. But the sun was setting, and you needed to rest up and eat. And so the fellowship did, little did you all know that would be the biggest mistake yet..

In the night, a handful of pirates had raided your camp and taken you all hostage. The ones who were taken were you and the four hobbits. And you only knew once you woke up from the having been knocked out. Your eyes cracked open and you glanced up, seeing only a small glimpse of a man sitting on a chair, one leg over the armrest while the other rested casually. His left hand on his knees while he had his right hand in a fist, fiddling with a ring.

"Congratulations on making it this far," the man spoke, his voice sounded gravelly - as though he hasn't had water in days. "However... It is a shame. We shouldn't let precious gifts like you go to waste,"

As the man stood up, you felt his shadow consume every part of this room. You feared you had failed your task in protecting Master Frodo as you managed to look over and see how he was tied up in the corner with the other three. It was clear, you five were in a cave.

"The blizzards passing through these mountains will surely pick you and your little group off one by one.."