The fellowship leave Rivendell, and make towards the mountains.  Gandalf

leads them up Catharas.  It is snowing a lot.  All are stumbling in the snow

except for Legolas, who is impatient.

    'Oh, come on,' legolas says, 'it's only a few feet of snow.'

    ' Gandalf!,' Strider cries, 'We must turn back.'

     ' No, you fool!-'

But Gandalf falls and is no where to be seen.  He is lost in the snow.  A few

moment's pass, and his head appears from out of the snow.

    ' I see your point.'

    'Well, how are we going to get out of this mess?,' asks Gimli.

    Everyone turns and looks at Legolas.

    After a few minutes, the company convinced Legolas to carry everyone down

the mountain, since, after all, he didn't fall in the snow.  One by one, Legolas

carried, dragged, and threw all the company to shallower snow.

    Once everyone was safely down the mountain, Legolas collapses.  He appears

to be dead.

    "Hey, I thought elves were immortal!,' Frodo exclaims.

    'Oh, they are,' says Gandalf, brushing snow off of his robes, 'his life is

just flashing before his eyes... we may away well set up camp, this might take a

while.'

    In a few hours time, Legolas stirs.

    'Wow!,' he says,' my life just flashed before my eyes'

    ' Yes, we know,' Gimli says angrily.