Ennyn Durin Aran Moria:

The doors of Durin Lord of Moria:

pedo mellon a minno.

speak friend and enter.

Im Narvi hain echant:

I, Narvi made them:

Celebrimbor o Eregion teithant i thiw hin.

Celebrimdor of Hollin drew these signs

"The Ring bearer is setting out on a quest of Mount Doom. On you who travel with, no oath or bond is laid to go further than you will." Eleven pairs of eyes focused on Elrond for the last time. Onlookers gave us looks of pity and encouragement. Some looked grateful, and some looked begrudgingly on us. I kept my eyes forward, not meeting the gaze of anyone but Lord Elrond.

"Farewell. Hold to your purpose. May the blessings of Elves, and Men, and all free folk go with you." I looked to Legolas for a moment. He bade a quick symbol of farewell to Elrond, before once more looking forward.

"The Fellowship awaits the Ring bearer." Gandalf said, looking at Frodo. Frodo looked around for a fleeting moment, before turning to us and beginning to walk. We walked left out of the gates of Rivendell. I shot one longing glance back, before looking forward. No looking back, Rebekah.

I soon found myself at the back of our group, just a little bit in front of Aragorn. He had lingered at the Rivendell archway a bit longer than the rest of us; he had been staring at a pretty Elven girl. I wonder what her name is. . .He definitely showed interest in her. . .

"Good morning, Rebekah." I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up. I met the stormy blue eyes of Legolas, "Oh. Hello, heru en amin." My reply came out quietly. I had been quite friendly towards him last night for barely knowing him, and it gave me a bit of an odd feeling.

"That's very formal," He said with a small laugh. I shrugged, "You are a Prince, are you not?"

"And you are a Princess; a very well known one at that. So answer me this, Princess: Mankoi naa lle sinome?" He said, smiling at me. I rolled my eyes slightly. He really wants me to talk, doesn't he. . .

"And answer me this, Prince: Mankoi lle irma sint?" A small smirk formed on my lips, and I sped my walking pace a little bit, leaving Legolas behind me. I heard him laugh quietly, before he caught up with me once more.

"I would like to know because you are intriguing, tarien." He smiled at me, and I felt a small blush form on my cheeks.

"Your heart is that of a lion, mellonamin." I replied, "No one has ever dared ask the Princess of Eldamar a question more than once and still expected a straight answer." He raised one eyebrow, another smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"What will it take for you to tell me, arwen en amin?"

"Who's being overly formal now, Legolas?" I asked, crossing my arms. He let out a laugh, "And now we are back to informal titles, Rebekah?" It was my turn to raise an eyebrow.

"Amin naa lle nai, taren Legolas." I said jokingly. It was Legolas' turn to blush slightly. His cheeks turned the shade of a rose at sunrise, before he recollected himself.

"So, what need I do to find out more about you, Rebekah? You interest me." I contemplated on what I could say for a long moment, before finally settling on a solution, "For every thing I tell you about me, you need to tell me something about yourself. And it cannot be something I already know."

He nodded, "That is a fair deal. So, what would you like to know? We have hours of walking to do."

By the time we reached our camp for the night, I knew enough about Legolas that if anyone heard us exchanging pleasantries from a distance, they would have guessed we had been friends for years. I knew he had never knew his mother, because she had died while giving birth to him, and that sometimes he wished that he hadn't been born so she could have lived. I knew that he had a particular soft spot for animals, and that he was extremely kind. I knew that he was almost 3000 years old, although he didn't look a day over 20. I knew that the reason he had come to Rivendell was to deliver a message for his father about the escape of Gollum. I knew him like the back of my hand; and it felt nice to be close to someone for once without worry of them using things about me against me in royal court.

"So you travelled to Rivendell because of your father?" He asked me. I nodded, "He sent me for him because he is suffering from an injury. I was sent to tell about the Orc armies rising from the East. I never really got the chance, though."

I sat down on a flat rock that overlooked Pippin, Merry, Boromir, and Aragorn. Boromir was teaching Merry and Pippin how to sword fight. So far, they were doing quite well. Better than me, at least.

"Boromir," I said quickly, looking at the shaggy haired man. He looked up at me, "Yes, Rebekah?"

"Can you teach me how to sword fight?"

Before he could reply, he was interrupted by Gimli.

"If anyone were to ask for my opinion, which they are not, I'd say we're taking the long way 'round. Gandalf, we could pass through the Mines of Moria."

"That is not a good idea, Sir Gimli." Bryëton said, hopping gracefully down from a rock she had been perched on, "Moria is a very dangerous place."

"My cousin Bali would give us a royal welcome." He persisted, looking at Gandalf again.

"No Gimli. I would not take the roads from Moria unless I had no other choice."

Then, out of the blue, Legolas bounded from where he had been standing and hopped up on a rock next to Gimli. A commotion was going on in front of me, and my head began to pound.

"What is that?" Sam spoke randomly, looking at a flock of birds in the sky.

"It's nothing," replied Gimli, "It's just a little cloud." I rolled my eyes.

"It's moving fast." Said Boromir gravely, "Against the wind."

I then finally took a good look myself, "It looks like a flock of huge birds. . ."

"Crebain from Dunland!" Legolas shouted. Amidst all the running, I found myself being dragged under a small crag by Legolas.

"Crebain? What's a Crebain?" I asked him nervously, ducking under the crag.

"Not something you'd want to meet. Stay here and don't move." He whispered, ducking under the small rock as well. I nodded, "Alright."

Soon, a horrid, high pitched noise that sounded like a crow being brutally murdered filled my ears. I watched with wide eyes as the cloud of black swarmed around the rocks, circling around at least three times before flying away into the distance. We all emerged from our hiding placed.

I brushed the dirt off of my dress, and almost tripped on my way out from under the crag, "This dress will be the death of me." I muttered, holding it up off of my feet a little ways.

"Spies of Saruman," Gandalf mumbled, "The passage south is being watched. We must take the Pass of Caradhras!"

Soon, we were walking across a snowy mountain peak. I had my cloak wrapped tightly around me, but I was continuously tripping over my dress. The Hobbit's were tripping quite frequently as well; Frodo in particular. The second time he fell, he actually dropped the Ring.

"Frodo, are you alright?" Bryëton asked, her and Aragorn helping him up. He nodded, and began to feel around his neck. The chain was gone, but ten feet away, Boromir was holding it in his hand.

"Boromir," Aragorn said, giving him a weary look. Boromir just stared at the Ring.

"It is a strange thing that we should suffer so much fear and doubt," He spoke softly, "On so small a thing. . .Such a little thing. . ."

"Boromir!" Aragorn shouted. Boromir snapped from his trance, almost dropping the Ring, "Give the Ring to Frodo."

Boromir began breathing heavily, before walking towards Aragorn and Frodo, the Ring grasped firmly in his gloved hand.

"As you wish." He held it out to Frodo, who grabbed it feverishly, stuffing it into the pocket of his shirt, "How could I not?"

He gave Aragorn an odd look; contempt mixed with bitter amusement. He then ruffled Frodo's mop of curly hair, chuckled, and walked away to join Gimli near the front of the group.

"Amin n'rangwa edanea. . ." I mumbled to Legolas, continuing to walk up the steep mountain slope.

Snow was beating mercilessly down on us. It was up to my waist, and I could barely walk. My cloaked head was being pelted with snow, my body flush against Legolas's so neither of us would fall off the cliff's edge. Aragorn was carrying Merry and Pippin, who were almost asleep from all the strain that had been put on them.

"There is a fell voice on the air." Legolas said suddenly, stopping in his tracks. I looked at him, "What do you mean, Legolas?"

Everyone stopped just as Gandalf shouted, "IT'S SARUMAN!"

Rocks began to fall from above us. Legolas pulled Bryëton and I against the cliff face, holding us against the wall as the rocks fell.

"He's trying to bring down the mountain!" Aragorn called, "Gandalf, we must turn back!"

"No!" Gandalf argued, stepping onto a fallen rock. He began to recite a spell, but it was drowned out by Saruman's shrieking.

There was a crack of thunder and a sliver of lightning. It hit the tip of the mountain and more snow and rocks began to fall. Legolas grabbed Gandalf just in time. Then, we were all buried by the snow.

For a moment, everything was black. I was so cold I thought that I was dead. I could feel the warmth leaving me from every place on my body. My eyes fell shut, and my head began to spin. I saw light and dark at the same time. I could hear nothing but at the same time I could hear the sounds of my comrades climbing out from under the snow. I could taste Death's hand reaching for me. But then, I felt warmth.

"Tarien?" I could hear a voice speaking Elvish to me, "Tarien? Wake up." My body was shook; I let out a gasp and then sat straight up. I looked in awe at my fingers, and moved them around a little bit, before falling back into the snow.

"We must get off the mountain!" Boromir cried, "We must take the Pass of Rohan, or take the road west to my city!"

"Rohan takes us too close to Isengard!" Aragorn shouted back.

"If we cannot go over the mountain, I say we go under it. Through the Mines of Moria." Gimli said gruffly.

Gandalf was silent, but then he spoke, "Let the Ring bearer decide."

All eyes turned to Frodo, and then Boromir yelled, "We can not stay here! This will be the death of the Hobbits!"

"Frodo?" Gandalf questioned again.

"We will go through the Mines." The Hobbit replied, fear evident in his eyes.

Gandalf looked at him skeptically, "So be it."

"The Walls of Moria." Gimli said quietly, pointing to a large wall of stone. I stared, mouth hanging agape, at the impending structure.

We walked a little ways, until we were yet again on a small ledge.

"Dwarf doors are invisible when closed," Gimli spoke up again, tapping the wall with his axe.

"Yes, Gimli. Their own masters can not find them, if their secrets are forgotten." Gandalf replied.

"Why does that not surprise me. . ." I laughed quietly at Legolas' words, following the rest of the Fellowship further down the wall.s

"Ah. . .now let me see. . .Ithildin. . ." Gandalf muttered, running his hands along a smooth piece of the wall. He brushed away the dirt to reveal a pattern carved intricately into the stone of the wall.

"It mirrors only starlight. . .and moonlight." As Gandalf spoke, the clouds above us parted, letting moonlight shine through and onto the wall. It began to glow, shining in the shape of an ornate door. Elvish writing was above it on the arch. Gimli stared in awe, along with most of the group, as Gandalf pointed at it with his staff.

Gandalf puzzled with the door, attempting to open it with spells for quite awhile. Aragorn decided that Bill the pony would have to go, seeing as the Mines were no place for a pony. Sam was apprehensive, but let him go anyways. We all took seats around a rock, throwing stones into the lake. Then, Frodo spoke up.

"It's a riddle! Speak friend. . .and enter. What's the Elvish word for friend?"

"Mel. . .lon."

A/N: Hehe, I'm gonna stop there and leave you guys with a cliffhanger type thing xD Although if you're reading this you probably know what happens seeing as you've most likely watched or read Lord of the Rings. But whatever.

Thank you readerses. Good readerses.

We'd appreciated commentses *Gollum smile* :3

Translations:

Heru en amin - My lord

Monkai naa lle sinome? - Why are you here?

Monkai lle irma sint? - Why do you want to know?

Mellonamin - My friend

Arwen en amin - My lady

Amen naa lle nai, teren Legolas - I am under your command, Prince Legolas

Amin n'rangwa edanea. - I don't understand these humans