Authros note: I'm sorry probably should have said this early, but I'm going in between the book and the movie for this story, also I'm dyslexic so sorry for the misspelled words.

"Are you getting c-cold f-feet n-n-now-w" Lyra shakily said thoroughly clattering teeth.

Merry shook his head, his damp curls flying about and shaking off some of the snow that was lying in his head. " Y-y-you w-ou-ld t-th-th-ink th-th-a-t. B-ut m-y f-f-feet ar-e t-he only th-thing that a-re w-w-warm". Merry said through the clacking of his teeth, letting out a small breathy chuckle. Lyra looked at the Halfling and brought him closer to her body to help warm him, Merry looked surprised but didn't move.

Lyra's whole body was shaking, it felt numb. The only thing that was getting her through the frozen tundra was her thoughts 'one more step...one more step'. As she continued to trudge through the frozen abyss of cold she bumped into something, she looked down to find pippin. Her heart broke at the site of the poor hobbit, he was blue and purple from the cold. She quickly reached out and pulled him closer.

Lyra would have laughed if she could. She must have looked a site, two half frozen hobbits clinging to her sides, her arms wrapped around them. Why she herself look no better. Her hair was tangled and windblown, snow blanketed her shoulders, her nose must have been red and swollen from the cold, her skin was chaffed from the wind. She probably looked something like a gorgeous Orc. She smiled at her thoughts.

"Lassie" gimilie called. She looked ahead making eye contact with the dwarf. "You holding up?"

Lyra's mouth wouldn't move so she just nodded to signal to the bearded figure that she was fine. Gimilie nodded and continued to walk a few steps ahead, slipping every so often in the snow that was up to his waist. Lyra watched the dwarf struggle but not say anything, she felt herself warm up ever so slightly at her companion's actions. Unaware gimilie was, but the dwarf's stubbornness and pride was giving Lyra strength to continue moving.

Leglos rushed by her and towards the wizard, "l-lucky" she mumbled as he passed her. She felt a tug from pippin and looked down meeting a questioning gaze. "E-el-ves d-d-d-don't fe-el c-cold an-d-d th-they w- walk o-n s-sno-w" she said biting her tongue in the process from her clacking teeth. The iron taste of blood was in her mouth. She would have sworn but decided against it in fear she might further damage her mouth.

"Frodo" a voice called, Lyra looked back to see that Frodo had tumbled; he was looking for something franticly. She stood, literally frozen in her spot. As she watched bormoir pick up the chain that the ring was attached to. She was too far away to perceive what he was saying. Her and the rest of the fellowship watched tautness in the air. She let out her breath that she didn't know she was holding as he handed back the ring. He then looked down trodden, and pushed his way through the icy snow.

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"There is a voice in the wind!" Leglos yelled.

The whole mountain was quaking, the wind was roaring as any livid beast. Lyra pressed herself to the side of the mountain with merry and pippin to hold them up and give themselves small shelter from the beastly weather.

"Sauron!" Gandalf bellowed.

Lara's breath hitched, she felt her body go rigid. 'Child, do you wish to die here, do you wish to fight for a world such as this. Join me and fight!' Sauron said in lyras mind.

"He is trying to bring the mountain down!" A voice yelled, the words barely registered in her ears.

'Why do you fight? You have no reason to' sauron said, Lyra thought to herself 'why do I fight?' 'See you don't know but I kn-" sauron was cut short as pippin and merry screamed.

Lyra looked to see why they screamed but soon felt the weight of snow toppling on top of her. She began thrashing around in her white coffin, but to no avail. She then felt a strong grasp as she was hoisted out of the snow; she looked to the owner of the hand to find it belonged to Gandalf. Gandalf gave a sigh of relief to see her; Lyra moved on instinct and embraced the old man, "thank you..papa" she whispered.

Gandalf returned the embrace, and whispered back "I thought you stopped calling me that?" Lyra just shrugged and looked away pink brushing her cheeks. Whether the blush was from embarrassment of resulting back to her younger years or from the cold she didn't know.

'So you chose to Allie yourself with him? I'm glad to see your trust is so easily swayed' sauron said his voice coming colder and darker. Lyra felt the walls in her mind closing in, she felt everything; The cold that beat against her like a drum, her bodies' soreness, her anger, her guilt. 'Sauron-' she spoke in her mind, her minds voice being shaky.

"Let the ring bearer decided!" Someone yelled. Lyra broke away from saurons dark words that were now underlying in her consciousness and her own thoughts of disappear. She could still feel the echo of his voice in her mind. She shuddered, her voice going in and out at a quicker pace. Her body was in a slight panic mode, she couldn't last in the snow much longer and she was sure that was how everyone else was feeling. And she couldn't continue to listen to sauron, he was eroding her. His voice was making her weaker and her conviction seemed to be broken.

"Moira" Frodo said. Lyra felt the rush of relief run through her body, but it was soon drained as she looked into Gandalf's face that seemed to be haunted by the thought of traveling through the dwarfin mines. Lyra no longer felt relief but apprehension for what was to come.

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Her body felt tired and sore from the treck down the mountain, on the brighter side she was warmer and could feel her toes. The mountain path was mostly rock and dirt with a few shrubs here and there, and as they progressed further from the icy top of the mountain the snow became less. Lyra watched the fellowship, a smile gracing her chaffed face. The hobbits were messing around throwing snowballs, and pushing each other, a few jokes were heard hear and there. Lyra's heart lightned at the sight of them. 'Its for sure, all hobbits are pleasant to be around' she thought.

"Lyra," Pippin called. She looked towards the younger hobbit stopping in her walk, she gave him a questioning gaze. Pippin smiled and his hands became unclasped behind his back in a flurry of motion lyra felt a cold hit. She stood shocked at what just happended. Everyone stopped to see what would happen to the hobbit that had just thrown snow at the girl.

Lyra turned around quickly stalking off, "Wait, I'm sor-!" Pippin yelled, but was cut short as a snow ball came whizzing straight into his face.

"You have just started a battle that I don't think you will win,"Lyra called while laughing at the dumbfounded fellowship. Pippin smiled, and hurried to make another snowball, soon the hobbits were at an all-out war with Lyra.

"Should we help her?" Aragorn said to Gandalf.

"No, I think she is fairing just fine," the wizard replied.

The worries were forgotten as the rest of the fellowship watched the antics of the hobbits and Lyra. Lyra was winning the fight even though the odds were not in her favor, but she suddenly slipped on a slick rock a squeak protruded from her mouth as she landed on her bottom and slid a couple feet down the rock slope. Gimilie bellowed out a loud laugh and helped the girl up.

"I think the Lass has had enough fer today," he said, glancing at lyra she nodded a thank you an apreactive smile on her face.

"Here we are," Gandalf said, the company stopped at the base of the mountain it was well past nightfall. Lyra dropped to the ground and closed her eyes a deep sigh escaped her mouth, "Tired?" Gandalf asked.

She rubbed the back of her head, "Well considering we just climbed a mountain… just a bit." Lyra joked, Gandalf chuckled.

"Well, I'm going to work on opening the door to Moria, you just rest," Gandalf said patting her shoulder and walking off.

"Will do, although I am not aware of anything else I'm supposed to do, so thanks for stating the obvious," she called, Gandalf turned around and smiled and continued walking to the door.

"Lyra," a timid voice said, she turned towards Sam surprised that he had approached her. He held up a water canteen and a comb, she smiled gratefully as she took the objects. She began brushing through the rat's nest that was here hair. Flinching every so often as she pulled out her hair.

"Augh!" she said exasperated as the comb was once again stuck in her hair. She was short tempered on how impossible her hair was being. She tried untangling the comb that was now wedged in her black hair when she felt slender fingers move her and pull out the comb. Lyra's heart quickened and she felt an odd sensation in her stomach it was as if some bird was in her chest, she didn't like this feeling at all. It was so odd and unfamiliar-lyra had the urge to get up in run but she had to restrain herself from doing so.

"you should really be more carefull with your hair," legolas said as he continued to comb it. Lyra only grunted in response, there was a long silence between them.

"How come your hair isn't like mine? After all it's just as long" Lyra asked

Legolos raised his eyebrows amused at the question, "You mean, Why isn't my hiar a tangeld mess?" Lyra nodded at him and swore has he pulled some hair out, "It's simple really, I'm an elf". Legolas said.

Lyra went rigid then turned towards legolas with a dubious expression on her face, "That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard. However against my better judgment it makes sense," Lyra scoffed

"Gandalf, wahts the elvish word for friend?" Frodo inquired.

"Mellon," Gandalf said from his perch on the rock. The gates to moria began to move as they opened up, everyone jolted upwards and walked towards the mountain. However instead of roaring fires and loud voices it was dark and deathly silent. The fellowship grabbed their weapons and began mving closer together; each person nervous.

"This isn't a mine," legolas said, "It's a tomb!"

"NOOOOoooo!" Gmilie cried falling to his knees, everyone began to turn around when they heard another cry.

"Frodo!" Lyra yelled as she turned towards the creature that had arouse from the lake, she ran towards Frodo as he was being dragged by the creature only to be caught herself. The tentacle tightened around her waist blocking the air. She heard the whizzing sounds of arrows being shot at the monster and the cries of the fellowship fighting the horrid beast. All she could do was struggle in the grip of the monster.

Finally Lyra went limp realizing that physical attacks wasn't going to work, so she closed her eyes and slowed her breathing. Everything seemed to stop the yells and shouts of her companions were muffled in the back ground, Lyra stretched her hand to grasp her Temol. She opened her eyes, they were focused, her pupils dilated in her gold irises, "Night please give me light" she said. Then a flash appeared and the monster screeched releasing her, she tumbled to the ground and was caught by bormoir. She said thanks, as she pulled out her dagger and charged the beast.

Left, right, drop, roll, she followed this pattern of fighting till Leglos shot the beast in the eye, as it stumbled back her and the fellowship ran for safety inside the mountain. As they reached the inside of the foreboding tomb, the creature hit the mountain causing rocks to tumble over the entrance sealing them inside Moria.