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Alex


What would I had given for a flashlight in moments like this, everything was dark and creepy and even thought I wanted to cling to Legolas I knew that for our safety he needed to be able to move. Boromir remarked that this was in fact, no mine, but a tomb… Gee, I wonder if it was the rotting corpses that gave it away, no, perhaps it was the putrid smell. Oh yes lets go through Moria, my cousin Balin will give us a royal welcome. Royal welcome my ass. Suddenly The Kraken grabbed Frodo; honestly Davy Jones had killed the thing. I unsheathed my sword holding it tightly; I hated Moria. I went to stand next to the hobbits, because there was no hay that I was going to touch that water, nope, no way in hell.

Finally Boromir, Legolas and Aragorn saved Frodo and we were forced into the mines. I was still grabbing my sword, it made me feel secure, like a lethal teddy bear, when the goddamned kraken entered the mines too, like dude chill, I grabbed the first hobbit that I could and ran into the mines, thankfully the ceiling fell squashing the thing like a bug, leaving us trapped inside the mines, with goblins, orcs and a balrog. Yay.

"We have naught but one choice, we must face the mines, be on guard, there are older and fouler things than orcs in the deep places of the worlds" said Gandalf as he lit up his staff and started walking. I latched up to Legolas because he was probably the safest of the bunch and unlike what golden haired elves thought, I did had survival instincts.

We walked for what seemed an eternity through creepy tunnels, taking little rests to sleep and eat. I'm also pretty sure that at least a week had passed, but since there was no light inside this creepy place I couldn't be sure. I took chances walking in between Legolas, Aragorn or Boromir. Boromir, I found, was very interesting and we also exchanged stories, I had graced him with the 'tale of three brothers' and other short stories that I could remember.

We reached the tomb of Balin, up to this point the corpses did not scare me anymore and it had only just taken several big scares in which Boromir or Legolas ended up carrying me because I refused to continue. So yeah by the time we reached the tomb, I was not scared of decaying corpses. By the time we entered the tomb chamber I knew that I had to keep Pippin from screwing up, so I grabbed the hobbit and planted it next to me in a death grip. While Gimli sobbed Gandalf reached for the book passing his staff and hat to Sam, I almost wanted to facepalm.

"Pippin" I whispered to the little hobbit, he nodded "I have a very bad feeling about this place, so if something happens, run towards Aragorn or Boromir, ok?" he nodded again, I stood unsheathing my sword and taking a fighting stance, Legolas took a look at me and readied his bow.

I was breathing heavily, Gandalf kept reading the forsaken book, what was I doing here? Goldilocks was right; I was not cut out to be here I was probably going to die in this cave; I should've stayed in Rivendell with Lindir and Erestor. My eyes found Aragorn's and he could tell exactly what was going through my mind. And then I heard it, I froze and then turned slowly to see that Sam had tripped and thrown the corpse through the hole, my eyes widened in fear, Pippin moved to stand behind me.

The drums started beating and Legolas affirmed that they were orcs, Boromir went to look by the door and then everything happened too fast. Gandalf regrouped the hobbits that armed themselves, while Boromir, Aragorn and Legolas tried to lock the door; Gimli was standing on the tomb talking about breathing dwarves, while I wanted to start running. My sword was slightly glowing like Frodo's and I remembered having read something about it. Aragorn stood in front of me with his bow drawn.

Hell broke loose, the orcs broke into the tomb chamber and so the fight started, even the hobbits were fighting while I tried to blend with the walls, when I suddenly remembered that I was not a fucking coward, and that I was not going to let that blond idiot be right about me, I channeled all my anger and frustration and stepped into the fight, Ecthelion was going to be so fucking proud of me, Gil-Galad too. I was not going to let them down. With the agility that only an elf could posses I jumped into the fight decapitating an orc in the process; I could do this.

I was doing fairly okay, I had even a little routine, duck, swerve, hit and repeat, roll ocasinally, that until the fucking troll came in, and damn you Tolkien for making your trolls have half a brain, I focused on the orcs while the others handled the troll, I even saw when Legolas went all ninja on it, and the fucker didn't die. And then even when it was all of us against the troll, fucking things so hard to kill, I climbed the wall while holding my sword, and in that moment I decided to do something very stupid and very brave.

I waited until the troll was positioned so I could jump on it, I held my sword tightly and when I deemed it right jumped on the troll landing on its neck, the troll was confused and I used those seconds to stab him with my sword on his neck, he groaned, and tried to get me off shaking his head, but I held myself and started moving the sword that was still imbedded in his neck, it trashed and screamed, but I did not relented until I had decapitated him, he fell to the floor and I had not a smooth landing, had I not been an elf I probably would've broken a rib or something.

I groaned as I tried to push myself up from the ground, yeap, that hurt. Legolas was by my side helping me stand while Aragorn went to check on Frodo who was laying on the ground, Legolas handed me my sword and smiled at me, I patted his shoulder awkwardly and then turned to look at where Frodo was showing the others his mithril vest. I had finally stood straight when we heard another noise, I groaned as Gandalf told us to make way for the bridge.

"Can you run?" asked Legolas, I looked unsure but I nodded, he grabbed me by the arm and we started running towards the bridge, the goblins materializing as if they were cockroaches, honestly where was a can of Raid when you needed it one. We kept running until they had us surrounded, my entire body hurt and we still had to run past the Balrog. Then we all heard it. It was roaring, the goblins looked around and scattered leaving us alone. And then Boromir had to go and ask what was it. Honestly we could've been running by now, but no, Gandalf had to stand creepily and then say "A balrog…" I mean he could've just say, RUN RUN FOR YOUR LIVES, but no, Legolas eyes widened and I knew that I was not going to want to see this. And after Gandalf told us that the balrog was beyond any of us, he told us to run, marvelous.

After almost loosing Boromir to an endless staircase I knew that I was probably going to die here, because I tended to be very clumsy when hurried. We went down the staircase relatively well until we reached the broken part, Legolas jumped first and since I was the one who was going behind him I was expected to jump second.

"Do not hesitate Alex" called Aragorn, I gulped and jumped closing my eyes as I did so, Legolas' arms caught me and I stood behind him as the others crossed. We kept going downstairs until we reached the plain, where Gandalf motioned for us to keep running. And we did but the balrog was really fast, damn you Durin, and this was probably how hell looked like, we kept running until we reached the narrow bridge, I went first, all my cares forgotten, if I passed this bridge I could survive this, so I ran. The others joined me in the other side.

We stood there watching as Gandalf fought the balrog and I could only imagine how Glorfindel had felt when he had fought it, was he scared? Had he known that Ecthelion had already lost his life to another? Frodo tried to reach Gandalf, but Boromir has stopped him just in time, we saw how Gandalf fell, I was stunned, because even if I knew that he was not going to die, seeing someone you had spent the last few weeks with fall in that way was heart crushing. Boromir had to carry Frodo on his way out, and Legolas had to pull me by my arm.

Once outside the hobbits sat on the rocks crying, it was so sad to see those tiny little beings filled with such sadness, I felt warm tears running down my face at the sight of them, so broken. Aragorn told Legolas to round them up so we could continue, and Boromir complained, Aragorn had a good argument to keep moving, and so I silently helped to round the hobbits. Aragorn called out to Frodo who seemed the most affected, I looked at Aragorn and he nodded at me, I walked to Frodo and offered him my hand.

"Come along" I said softly, he took my hand cautiously "I know how hard is to loose someone you love, but sometimes I think that we must believe that happiness can be found in the darkest of times, if one remembers to turn on the light" Frodo looked at me with sad eyes.

"Then what would be my light?" he asked, and I smiled.

"The happy memories, memories of simpler times, those are your light, for you hold them close to your heart and they make you feel warm" in that moment speaking with the distraught hobbit I had a sudden revelation and I understood Dumbledore's words to a new level, dementors were darkness and fed upon someone's worst memories, leaving the person feeling dark and gloomy, while if you could produce a patronus that could be someone metaphorically turning on a light, fueled by the happiest memories the person owned, I was so freaking smart,

I smiled at Frodo who seemed to be reflecting on what I had told him, I guided him until we reached the others, there Sam took his side, and before letting go of my hand Frodo smiled at me. Aragorn nodded approvingly and we continued with our journey. We reached the borders of Lothlorien almost at dawn; we entered the forest and started walking cautiously. Gimli started talking about the elf-witch.

"Gimli, please do shut up" I snapped at him, I could see Legolas raising an eyebrow, Gimli huffed "Its not you, but you seriously insulting whoever rules this land will do no good to us" as I stopped talking we were suddenly surrounded by elves, and they were pointing at us, great.

"At least someone has common sense," drawled a bored voice, Haldir. I smiled smugly at Gimli, who glared at me. The elves led us through the woods until nightfall when we reached one of the talans, there; Haldir greeted us more formally, until Gimli started complaining.

"Shut it Gimli" I said while kicking him before he could insult the elves further, Boromir laughed.

"I do not know you" said Haldir looking at me, I smiled awkwardly.

"Alexandra Noir" I presented myself.

"Daughter of Gil-Galad, princess of the noldor" said Legolas; I glared at him.

"Thank you Legolas Thranduillion, prince of the woodland elves," I said back at him, we were both glaring now. Haldir did not seemed amused, but then again he had two brothers, then he turned to Frodo.

"… You can go no further" he said.

"Yeah, honey, no can do, we need to go further, you see, the fate of middle-earth rests within this little guy, if we don't go further we could possibly die and the it would be your fault, now imagine that, Fellowship dies because of the Elves of Lorien, trust me that doesn't help in a job resume" I said to Haldir who looked at me confusedly, I sighed "We need to speak to your Lady, so be a nice boyscout and lead the way, chop, chop!" Haldir looked annoyed and resigned, I smiled brightly at him.

"You will follow me" he said, I winked at Aragorn. And so he led the way, he blindfolded us for a while and I took that chance to grope him occasionally.