A/N: Here is chapter two of Rings and True Immortality, and I hope you all enjoy it. To anyone who is reading this – I have full intention of updating all of my stories. I have no abandoned them. I am just having a slight break I guess. But things are being written – new stuff. I'm trying to incorporate that into my old stories though. Right now, I am focusing on my studies, and writing out several Harry Potter/Twilight cross overs, which I hope will be well received.

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Summary: The World was destroyed. All that remained of it is a scattered group of wizarding refugees, whose leader is one Harry Potter. They sought refuge in the lands of Middle-Earth, and for thousands of years, they grew in number, becoming a race far greater than anything else. But darkness is upon them. Darkness which Sauron pales in comparison.

Rings and True Immortality

Chapter II: Hiding In Plain Sight

By The Morrigu

'I know he's living in hell every single day
And so I ask oh god is there some way for me to take his place
And when they say just touch and go I wish I could make it go away
But still you say
Will you think that you're all alone when no one's there to hold your hand?
When all you know seems so far away and everything is temporary, rest your head
I'm permanent
I'm permanent'

'Permanent' by David Cook

Harry stood on one of the many balconies of Rivendell, watching the sunset with interest. They occurred much later than they did in Dux Ducis, and it was something he didn't want to miss. His eyes flicked over to Luna, as she walked towards him, before standing next to him.

"The fact that you offered yourself like that means that there is still some of Harry James Potter left." She said. For once, her tone was neutral and direct.

"Rather than being the High Lord of Aurum." He shot back at her with a raised eyebrow. She smiled at him airily.

"I was thinking more along the lines of Chosen One, or whatever the other publications called you." She offered him a bright smile. "Except the Quibbler."

"Except the Quibbler." He nodded in accord. "Are you staying here? I am under the impression that 'Mione is riding out to Minas Tirith. She thinks it would be a good idea that at least one of us remains as close to the enemy as possible."

"She just wants to look at the great libraries once more." announced Gandalf, as he walked out to meet them. He embraced Harry warmly, and then kissed Luna's knuckles when a hand was offered to him. "You both haven't aged a day."

Harry offered a grin to the Wizard. It was a running joke between Gandalf and them.

"I should hope not. I would hate for my age to suddenly start to catch up on me." Said Harry, rolling his eyes at the wizard.

"I trust that all is well in Aurum?" questioned Gandalf, as he sat on a bench, with Luna sat on Harry's other side.

"Yes. As it always is." Harry frowned here though, and Luna spoke from the other side.

"It has been a long calm before the storm." She said, her voice airy once more.

"What is it that you are waiting for?" asked Gandalf, frowning.

Harry sighed, and then rubbed his temples.

"Not long after Sauron's first defeat, our forces began to notice that something was wrong. Dreadfully so. Those who were attuned and were able to use magic were those who noticed it first. Apparently, it isn't just happening in Aurum. It is happening everywhere. It was when Teddy arrived back to Dux Ducis, that we realised how bad it was." Harry levelled Gandalf a look. "I trust you know what a Balrog is?"

"A demon of Morgoth." Answered Gandalf immediately.

"But you have to ask yourself where such demons came from? The Valar perhaps? As the Elves believe." Here, Harry shook his head slightly. Gandalf offered him a slight smile. It was common knowledge that those in Aurum found the Valar to be more of a myth than actual fact. No matter how much Gandalf tried to persuade them, their views couldn't be changed. "When the Elves first made contact with us, we informed them of our origins. They, in turn, told us of theirs. But, we never explained to you what happened during the transition."

"What do you mean…?" Gandalf trailed off, shooting them both a significant glance.

"We came from the World of the Dead." Stated Luna. "Then we came here. We were dead, then we were alive. But we had been forever removed from Death's list. We couldn't die. Nor could we age. The elves assumed that it was the Magic Blood in our veins, which enabled our immortality, and the long lives of our kin. But this is the reason why. Death's list is long and vast, and any kin of ours are automatically put at the end of the list for as long as possible."

"What did Teddy see?" requested Gandalf, frowning again. He knew of Teddy Lupin, as did Elrond, Galadriel and Celeborn. The first time he had met the man, he had thought that he was initially looking into a mirror. Until Harry had explained to him that his godson had the ability to change his looks at will. The metamorphamagus, as Harry had called him, was in charge of the other metamorphs, and they all fitted seamlessly within the other societies of Middle Earth, as the silent protectors. In fact, Gandalf had last seen Teddy when he visited the Shire, where he was under the guise of a hobbit. Harry had informed the three elder Elves that they were not spying on them, but on the look out for something. Gandalf assumed that whatever that was, it had appeared now. But with references to the land of the dead, whatever it was wasn't about to be pretty.

"They are beings of Shadow." Said Harry. "An almost unstoppable force, who have been locked away in the Land of the Dead for many years. But they are not the friendly sort. Being locked there for many years have turned them into something else, not so dissimilar to the Nazgul."

"You are saying that there is an army of Nazgul-like beings out there, who are waiting for the moment at which to fight." Hissed Gandalf.

"Yes." Replied Luna, her voice soft. "There is nothing anyone can do about it. Such beings cannot be killed, as what is life without darkness? The mortals do not understand such things, and nor do the elves, such as Elrond." She sighed wistfully. "He still remains the Elf who was so full of morals. Especially when he came to us with Gil-Gilead. They are creatures of light, it can be said. But so few of them understand that only true light can exist in true darkness. Without darkness, how can such light blossom? The mortals shall have to face the fact that no matter how many spears they raise, they will not be able to live in times of peace. The balance must be upheld, and without constant wars, it will tip."

"You speak truly, but we must let them hope for something to change. For this cycle to end itself right now, with the destruction of the ring." Reasoned Gandalf, his eyes solemn.

"This is why the Shadows are waiting though. They understand the balance, and they also understand that by joining in this coming war, it will cause the balance to tip, thus making things worse. They shall wait until the moment that the ring is destroyed by the Fiend Fyres until they launch their attack. Then, we will not stand a chance, as we shall be weak in that single moment in time."

"But if you are aware of it, surely it can be stopped?" questioned Gandalf.

"We shall make an attempt to stop the mortals from being overwhelmed. We shall not let Middle-Earth fall to a darkness which we brought with us here. A darkness which has forever existed here long before those of Numenor came to these lands. Come, my friend. We must rest. We have a long journey ahead of us."

"Aye. That we do. Lady Luna, I trust that you shall be fine without your comrades with you for the coming months?"

Luna offered him a bright smile.

"I shall, Olorin. I may journey Eastwards at some point, and meet with Galadriel and Celeborn." She embraced him a hug, almost startling the Istari. "Until we meet again, my white friend."

She glided away from the balcony, leaving the two wizards alone for a moment.

"After the two thousand years I have known her, I still don't think I am used to her." said Gandalf, shaking his head slightly.

"You get used to her after some time." Announced Harry. "It took Hermione a few thousands years, but she got their in the end."

"Yes, Lady Hermione is a bit too rational for Luna, hm?"

Harry nodded his head in accord, before leaving the balcony himself. He paused for a moment, as though coming to a decision.

"You know about Aragorn's origins, correct?" asked Harry carefully, frowning slightly.

"Yes." Replied Gandalf. "Why do you ask?"

"Andromeda has been keeping track of the Royal Line for centuries, with Draco's help. It is the pureblood in them coming out, I guess." Here, he sighed. "He is the son of Gilraen and Arathorn, correct?"

Gandalf nodded his head, watching Harry carefully.

"You are also aware of the mixed bloodlines we had to create in Aurum, to preserve the magic that was in our system. To prevent interbreeding?"

Gandalf nodded his head once more, failing to see where this was going.

"Did you ever come across Gilraen's mother?"

"Ivormere?" asked Gandalf. "Once. She claimed to have had a vision of Arathorn's death, and then made her husband give the couple permission to marry, although she knew it would be for a short time. Arathorn was shot by an orc. The arrow pierced his eye. Why do you ask?"

"The only once with the abilities of visions were the elf kind, and within our group, it was Luna and myself. Ivormere wasn't elf-kind. So she must have been a distant relation of either myself, or Luna. Or both."

"Aragorn is possibly one of your relations." Murmured Gandalf.

Harry nodded his head.

"That explains a few things then."

Harry raised an eyebrow, but the Wizard waved them off.

"I shall explain on our journey."

Harry walked into the very depths of the city of Dux Ducis. Beneath the city itself, lay an intricate cave network, which is where farming was done. Using magic to grow crops and the like. But even beneath this, were the vaults. Not dissimilar to the vaults of Gringotts, this level could only be access by the original travellers. The ones who had made the journey some six thousand years prior. He appeared at the lowest depth, his eyes automatically getting use to the eerie darkness. A darkness that was only penetrated by green flames every ten or so feet. This level was for the most valuable things, items which were for them, and for them only. He strolled over to a section of the wall, which with Hermione's help he had developed. It responded to his touch, revealing a vault, secreted away from all the others. Within it was a table with three boxes on. Harry knew what was in those boxes. The invisibility cloak. The Elder Wand. The Resurrection Stone. The three items that made him the Master of Death.

All around the wall were the hundred or so names of those who had come with them. Those who had stepped through the veil. Then, there were the names of their children, those who had also been gifted with true immortality, rather than a long life.

But well over half of the names had been crossed out. They had all died by their own hands. Over the six millennia since the Land of Aurum had been created, many of the Immortals had taken their own lives. Harry reached up, a glowing fingertip reaching one particular name. Charles Potter. Something clenched in his gut, as he crossed out the name of his eldest Grandson. Albus' eldest, who had lived to the west of Dux Ducis, in a harbour city of Maris.

He knew that when Albus woke up from his sleep, he would be angry. He would probably take out his resentment on his father, but Harry knew he would have to take it. Albus was Harry's eldest child, and no matter what the boy, because he would always be a boy, said to him. Harry would still love him. Harry's mind drifted off to when he found James' body, lay in his bed, a dagger in through his heart. That was about sixteen hundred years before.

Out of all of those who had come originally, Harry had had the most children. This was because any of Harry's blood were going to be immortal. In order to preserve the immortality they had been gifted with, Harry's blood acted as a way to purify the blood. At least in the way Draco would explain it.

His hand involuntary found its way to the wall, tracing out names which were long forgotten. The early ones, who couldn't survive the first few hundred years. Well before they began to sleep for a few centuries. Katie Bell. George Weasley. Angelina Weasley. Dennis Creevy.

All lost, before they had even truly begun. At times, he considered joining them. But he knew that it wasn't possible. That he was different. That no matter how hard he tried, he could never join the ones he loved. He was destined to walk this world alone, not just because he was the Master of Death. But because, Neither can live while the other survives. All because of some stupid prophecy that was going to govern the rest of his existence. No matter how much power was at his fingertips, he could never change that fact.

Ever.

It was first light the next day, when everyone was gathered within a courtyard, as the fellowship prepared to depart. Many elves stood around to watch them leave. Sam was saddling the pony with the equipment, while Legolas and Gimli checked their weapons. From where Harry was stood, he could see the entire courtyard. Could see Aragorn and Arwen's conversation, while Elrond spoke with Gandalf of the route. His two comrades were standing with the elves, and at first glance, one would believe them to be one of their kind. Luna was gazing out across the courtyard with interest, while Hermione wore a travelling cloak, and was prepared to leave herself, in the direction of Minas Tirith. Harry could see the other prepared to go, and he jumped down from where he was, startling a few elves, as he stepped down the steps to join the group. The four hobbits were murmuring with one another, as they awaited the departure. Harry checked that he had everything he would need, the satchel which he carried everything in, as well as a pair of foot long blades strapped to his back, and the two wand holsters strapped to his arm. Not that he need a focus anymore to do magic, none of them did. But, to do the more complicated and destructive arts, a wand would always be needed. Just as a wizard needed their staff. He ignored the curious look that Gimli shot him, as his obvious lack of weapons, aside from the blades. He heard Boromir snort to himself, and Harry bit his cheek. He had long since lost the desire to please everyone around him, and he wasn't about to regain it anytime soon.

Elrond then stepped up the steps, near where Arwen now stood, with Hermione and Luna nearby. The group of ten remained in the courtyard.

"The Ring-bearer is setting out on the Quest of Mount Doom. On you who travel with him no oath nor bond is laid, to go further than you will. Farewell. Hold to your purpose. May the blessings of Elves and Men and all free folk go with you." Called Elrond to them all, nodding to the group, before spreading his arms to them. Harry watched with interest as both Legola and Aragorn bowed their heads, hands on their hearts. It was an elfish parting, so it was strange that the man knew it.

"The Fellowship awaits the Ring-bearer." Called Gandalf, causing Frodo to uncertainly step forward.

Harry bit his lip in amusement as Frodo confirmed with Gandalf the way for them to go. As they began to go left, Harry turned around, nodding his head towards both ladies who stood watching him. He saw Aragorn doing something similar, as Harry turned around to catch up to Gandalf.

The trek down from Rivendell, towards the Trollshaw Forest took some time. It was mid-afternoon before they got to the woods, and the only ones talking were the hobbits, and Aragorn and Legolas. Boromir had been quiet, while Gandalf had been in conversation with Gimli. Harry himself took joy out of listening to the conversations around him, having been out of the 'loop' for some time. It was as they went into the forest, that a screech echoed out across the forest, as a dark shadow flew over them from up above. All four of the hobbits flinched at the sound.

"What was that?" asked Sam, frowning.

"A bird." Drawled Boromir.

"It was an Eagle's call. But it was far too loud for such a creature." Replied Legolas, his eyes alight with worry.

"We do not need to worry." Stated Gandalf, amused. "If I am correct, that was Lady Hermione, departing Rivendell." Gandalf shot a look to Harry, whom was standing at the back of the line, behind the hobbits and the pony. "You said that Lady Luna was remaining behind?"

"Yes. She took it upon herself to take advantage of Elrond's hospitality." Replied Harry with amusement. He then caught the questioning looks that the others had on their faces, and he elaborated. "We have creatures in Aurum called Hippogriffs. These creatures have the heads of eagles, and the bodies of a horse. They can fly over great distances, and carry a lot of weight. That was Hermione leaving just then, she is going to Minas Tirith."

Boromir's eyes widened, as he shot a look at Harry. Harry raised an eyebrow in askance.

"What makes her think she would be welcomed at the White City?"

"Gondor had an alliance with Aurum, though it hasn't been renewed for some time. She is going to Minas Tirith to do so. She hopes your father will be as welcoming as the Kings of the past were with her."

"You allowed her to travel on her own, what if she were attacked?" asked Aragorn. "Were you not to protect her?"

Harry suddenly realised how they saw him. He had allowed Hermione to lead the meeting, and had aided Luna when she was listening to the ring. Such behaviour was most likely uncommon for them, and they obviously thought of him as being a guard to the two of them, not a Lord of any sort. An amused look was on Gandalf's face, as he came to the same conclusion. Harry inwardly shrugged, thinking that he should play along for the moment.

"Hermione is able to protect herself." Replied Harry. "I travelled with them to attend the council, and to then act in any way I chose to. I chose to join this fellowship because I feel that the High Lord of Aurum would have wanted someone to be representing our country within the fellowship, with Hermione busy and Luna unable to."

"The High Lord?" asked Gimli gruffly. "Aye, I've heard of that title before."

Legolas nodded his head in agreement, while the hobbits looked confused.

"My father mentioned those to the North to me before. That they were forever stuck in time, and immortal. We elves can be killed, whereas those of the North couldn't be killed. My father said that it was the power of the High Lord which granted this, and that he could just as easily have it taken away. Those who live in Aurum refer to him as the Master of Death." Stated Legolas.

Harry nodded his head to the statement, confirming its truthfulness. Gandalf was the only person who saw him touch his left forearm, causing the wizard to frown slightly.

"How can someone never die?" questioned Merry, his eyes wide at the implication.

"It is one of the best kept secrets of Aurum." Announced Gandalf. "How they have lived for thousands of years. I myself have seen many of their number die, and then get back up. However, contrary to popular opinion, the High Lord cannot give and take life so easily. No man could do such a deed. Their method of immortality has kept them alive for many thousands of years, before the elves graced the lands of Middle-Earth, and before the fall of Numenor, before even hobbits came to be. Both Lady Hermione and Luna have been around since the beginning, while Harry here, you have been around for however long you choose to be." Gandalf was amused, but he understood Harry's want for these people to not know his status. To not know the power which he had at his fingertips. To be Just Harry.

"Aye, my friend. That I have."

They travelled for days, moving swiftly over the land, following the less-known trails that both Gandalf and Aragorn were familiar with in order to avoid being seen. They went along the foothills of the Misty Mountains, going towards the Gap of Rohan. The group conversed with one another, as they shared their cultures. Particularly the inquisitive hobbits. Harry, however, held back from sharing his own. The others of the group appeared to have acknowledged the fact that his was going to be one of the more interesting ones, and were waiting for a time in which they could all hear it with interest.

During one of their many stops, Harry overheard the hobbit's speaking of the stories of his homeland with amusement. Apparently, stories of the man named Death was something that got all young hobbits to go to bed when they were told. He couldn't wait to tell Hermione.

"We keep this course for forty days." Said Gandalf, as he lit his pipe.

Harry snapped out of his daze, and looked towards the wizard, who was watching the others of the camp with enjoyment at their antics. Boromir was trying to teach Merry and Pippin how to fight using swords, to great hilarity.

"I am to understand that there are problems in Rohan?" stated Harry, shooting Gandalf a look. Gimli was listening to their conversation, so he couldn't go into much detail on his knowledge about that.

"If anyone was to ask for my opinion, which I note they're not, I'd say we were taking the long way round. Gandalf, we could pass through the Mines of Moria. My cousin, Balin, would give us a royal welcome." Announced Gimli.

Harry sent Gandalf a knowing look, agreeing with the wizard immediately. Moria wouldn't welcome them. Neither of them had the heart to tell the dwarf what had befallen his cousin, for it would cause more harm than good. A commotion behind him caught his attention, as both Merry and Pippin pinned Boromir to the ground, as Aragorn was laughing at their antics.

"What is that?" called Sam, immediately getting his attention.

"Nothing, it's just a whiff of cloud." Said Gimli dismissively.

Harry felt the hairs stand up on the back of his neck, as he stood up, his green eyes focusing on the approaching black mass. He sent out a wave of magic, so little that only Gandalf would have felt it. The wizard shot Harry a look at it though. Harry frowned to himself, as the results he got back. It was Saruman's spies.

"It's moving fast, against the wind." Announced Boromir, just as Harry came to the realisation.

"Spies of Saruman." Hissed Harry, and immediately everyone dived for cover, hiding. A few seconds after Harry had said this, Legolas was able to identify what they were. But by that point, their position had been discovered.

"Spies of Saruman! The passage South is being watched. We must take the Pass of Caradhras." Said Gandalf, as everyone began to get out of their hiding spots. He then turned to the large mountain before them, its snow-covered top could barely be seen below the clouds.

Harry let out a long-suffering sigh, as everyone prepared to go. He hated being cold.

"Harry." Called Gimli gruffly, catching Harry's attention, from his place at the front, just behind Gandalf. "You going to explain to us about ya land, eh laddie?"

Harry raised an eyebrow at the dwarf. He was a very direct creature.

"What is it that you are wanting to know?" asked Harry, as he allowed the dwarf to catch up. The snow was about ankle deep, so it was still relatively easy to walk in.

"I have never known a land where women speak as if they are men." Said the dwarf. "Even the dwarf-women are not allowed to do such a thing."

"You will find that the land of Aurum is a lot more relaxed about such things. For example, why only let men fight when letting women join in as well doubles the size of your army?"

"Not to sound distrustful, but I would rather a man hold a shield than a woman." Replied Gimli, appearing to be most amused at the idea.

"Then I would dearly like to see you fight against some of the ladies of the Council." Stated Harry, trying to see the dwarf being able to fight Hermione, Luna, Ginny or any of the other girls, and winning. He couldn't see it happening.

"Anytime after this my lad." Replied Gimli.

"Just to reassure you, my coin will not be on you." Said Harry, causing Gandalf, who was overhearing their conversation, to snort to himself.

"What?" sputtered Gimli.

"Don't take offence, Gimli." Murmured Gandalf. "The ladies of the Council have many more years of experience than yourself. There are very few people who can go toe to toe against them, and win. Of them all though, it is the High Lady of Aurum who is the one to fear. She is just like a dangerous animal, and has the instincts of one too."

Harry raised an eyebrow at the wizard, as he spoke of Ginny. His heart panged slightly, as he thought of his wife. He knew that he could speak to her should he wish to, but he would wait until they were in some relative safety.

"Frodo!" Came the shout from behind. The trio turned around, to see Frodo get up from where he had slipped down the hill. Suddenly, Harry could hear the frantic whisperings of the language of Mordor, all being aimed at one individual. Boromir.

Immediately, a small dagger appeared in his hand, and he was prepared to throw it with unrivalled accuracy should Boromir attempt to put it on.

"It is a strange fate we should suffer so much fear and doubt…over so small a thing. Such a little thing." Came Boromir's whispered words.

Harry held the dagger in his fingers, poised to throw it. He ignored Gimli watching his every move, and Gandalf being the silent observer. This was Boromir's choice, whether or not to succumb to the power of the ring. But Harry would be the ultimate decider or whether or not the ring would succeed in its endeavor.

"Boromir, give the ring to Frodo."

Harry watched as the Gondorian snapped from his trance, and blinked several times. He then walked down the slope to where Aragorn and Frodo stood, and handed the ring back to Frodo.

"I care not." He said, his voice soft, as he jokingly played with the hobbits hair.

The others continued walking up, and Harry didn't move until Boromir walked past him. His instincts told him to not let the man out of his sight, and he had no intention of doing as such.

The following days proved more and more treacherous, as it seemed as though the mountain itself was against their jounrney. The fellowship was hit with increasingly harsh weather, as they reached near the top of the mountain in order to cross the pass. The snow rained down on them, as the hobbits clung to the more sturdy members of the group. Legolas, who walked on top of the snow, scouted ahead for them. Harry wrapped an arm around Sam, as a particularly strong wind hit the pass.

"There is a fell voice on the air." Called Legolas, his tone worried, as he listened to the voice that the wind carried.

Harry stretched out in senses, as his magic exited his body, causing Sam to shiver unexpectedly. The area was charged magically, which could only mean one thing. Saruman.

"It's Saruman!" roared Gandalf, who had come to the same conclusion as he did. Harry listened to the voice, translating what the once-great wizard was chanting.

Harry felt the magic in the area speak, and he pushed Sam towards the wall of the pass, and roared.

"Get near the wall."

Everyone did as he said, even Gandalf. Just in time, as rocks began to fall from the top of the mountain, which would have crushed the group of Harry hadn't made them move. Once the rocks had fallen down into the depths, Harry stepped out onto the edge of the ledge, his eyes closed as he listened to the wind, and what the magic was trying to say.

"He's trying to bring down the mountain! Gandalf, we must turn back!" announced Aragorn over the blizzard, trying to give the wizard council. However, Gandalf proved to be more stubborn than that.

"No." shouted Gandalf, as he stood on top of the snow, and walked to the very edge of the ledge. Harry chanced to look behind, where the others were holding on to the wall, watching Gandalf in confusion. They didn't see what the wizard could do against such forces.

"Losto Caradhras, sedho, hodo, nuitho i 'ruith!" chanted Gandalf, trying to sooth the mountain, and to prevent Saurman's spell. Harry felt the magic come to life, and he offered the spell some of Harry's own magic, in order to make it more powerful.

"Cuiva nwalca Carnirasse; Nai yarvaxea rasselya; taltuva notto-carinnar!" The voice was back, and Harry realized that he was using the Orthanc to magnify his powers. He growled low in his throat, as he felt the magic force a lightning bolt to hit the top of the mountain.

"Get back." Hissed Harry to Gandalf, as his eyes appeared to glow green, though only the other wizard could see this.

"Finite." Was issued from his lips, and when the spells of the other two wizards were long and drawn out, Harry's own magic could pierce it like a knife, causing the magic that was built up to dissipate. Even as the storm clouds began to fade, the damage has already been done, as an avalanche poured down the mountain, and he only just managed to get back near the wall in time, as snow rained down upon them. But a satisfied smirk was on his face. No doubt, the fool of a wizard was pondering over the new-found power his once comrade has acquired.

"We must get off the mountain! Make for the Gap of Rohan and take the west road to my city!" said Boromir, a sense of desperation in his tone, once everyone had dug themselves out of the snow.

"That road takes us too close to Isengard." Argued Harry almost immediately, as his mind began to analyse possible routes, and then a cold began to fill his chest. A cold that had nothing to do with the snow around him. He knew what route they would have to take.

"If we cannot pass over the mountain, let us go under it. Let us go through the mines of Moria." Said Gimli with an air of finality.

Gandalf looked torn for a moment, while Harry nodded his head towards his old friend. There was nothing that could be done now. Whatever lay in wait for them in Moria, they would have to face. Head on.

"Let the ringbearer decide."

All eyes turned to the pale Frodo, who appeared to shrink at everyone's stares. It took him less than a second to decide, and Harry felt his heart clench when the young hobbit did.

"We go through the mines."

This chapter two.

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