Chapter 6: Misty Mountains:

Though Aenil had the beauty of an elf, she had none of their powers. Walking up the snowy mountains was drastic for her, almost as hard as it had been for the Hobbits. All her life, she had been raised in Rivendell, winter and coldness never really affecting her. Walking up this staircase of white, though, was the first time she had ever been in such drastic temperatures. Shivering with Legolas's and her cloak, she kept her head down as she trudged up the mountain.

"Aenil, how do you fare?" Aragorn called up to her, noticing his daughter turning slightly blue.

"F-f-f-f-fine father" she called back, slipping on a fake smile. She was in the middle of the group, Gandalf first, with the Sam, Merry and Pippin behind, followed by Legolas then Gimli. Frodo was slightly behind us, Aragorn bringing up the rear.

Aragorn nodded, anger coursing through his veins. Valar or not, it was still torture watching this girl go through all of this.

Boromir began to take off his own cloak, but Aenil stopped him, placing a hand on his broad arm. "I will not let you freeze to death because of me" she glared, staring into his eyes with a fierce look.

Boromir, taken aback by the venom in her voice and the heat coursing through his body from her touch, nodded silently, putting the cloak back on.

"Ungh!"

Both humans whip their heads around to watch as Frodo rolled down the slope. Aenil's breath caught in her throat, but settled as she watched Aragorn pull him to his feet.

She watched as he frantically started searching his throat, then looking over to her and Boromir.

She turned slowly to see Boromir holding the Ring, a sad, distant look in his eyes.

"Boromir," she whispered, scared of the look her was giving the Ring, "give the Ring back to Frodo"

"It is a strange fate we should suffer so much fear and doubt… over so small a thing. Such a little thing." He muttered, reaching out to touch the golden band…

"Boro-" Aragorn cried, cut off when Aenil wrapped her delicate arms around her protector.

"Let go of the ring, Mellon, it holds great evil. Please, you are scaring me"

Her words immediately snapped him out of his thoughts and actions, eyes snapping to the startled girl.

"I will never let this Ring make me hurt you, Aenil" he gruffly replied, pulling her shivering body close. He waited till Aragorn had reached him to hand back the ring; a concerned, yet appraising, look upon the future king of Gondor's face. Aragorn glanced once at the girl in the man's arms, then back to Boromir, searching the man's eyes for anything more than a brotherly affection and fierce protection.

Contently, there was nothing else.

The higher they trudged up the mountain, the more the snow and wind in the air became harsher and stronger.

"There is a fell voice on the air." Legolas said, straining his eyes and ears into the storm.

Aenil held her breath, huddled next to Gandalf. Boromir had Pippin and Merry and Aragorn had Sam and Frodo. Poor Gimli was nearly being toppled over by the harsh winds, staggering every step. Every footprint she left in the snow, every mark she made, she sent a prayer to the Valar to let them off this mountain quickly.

"It's Saruman! " Gandalf cried, pushing her against the rocky wall as rocks fell from the sky.

"He's trying to bring down the mountain! Gandalf, we must turn back!" Aragorn cried, pulling the Hobbits closer, his eyes glued on Aenil.

"NO" Gandalf yelled back, shaking his head. Then, pushing her closer to the rock, he stepped forward to start chanting back at Saruman. He raised his hands and voice, closing his eyes in deep concentration.

"Gandalf NO!" Legolas cried, reaching for the Wizard.

Saruman was too powerful for Gandalf, using his powers to create a big chunk of snow to fall on the Fellowship.

Legolas smashed the wizard against the wall as the snow landed on them, his eyes fearfully searching for the maiden. Just as his eyes locked on her beautiful, large, scared sapphire orbs, the snow came dropping down and buried them.

She couldn't breath. The weight of the snow on top of her was too heavy. She tried pushing and kicking, but only ended up digging herself deeper into the hole. She could barely manage to make out the sounds above her, flinging her arms around the cold slush to try and at least get one hand out to indicate where she was.

Growing weak and tired after mere seconds, her movements stopped, her oxygen levels dropping. Opening her mouth to scream, snow piled in, choking and suffocating her. Slowly, she sunk into darkness…

"AENILLLLLLLLL!" Aragorn cried, dropping to his knees to dig through the snow. He was shaking violently, but not because of the cold. "AEENIIIIIIILLL!"

"Aragorn, calm yourself. Legolas," Gandalf said, placing a hand on his shaking friend.

Legolas nodded, stepping back to dive into the snow. Seconds seemed to feel like years as the Company waited.

Finally, Legolas resurfaced with a girl.

"Aenil! Is she breathing, is she okay?!" Aragorn cried, reaching forward to take the soaking wet, unconscious, girl from his friend's arms.

Legolas stared at the girl intently as he handed her over. "She breaths my friend, but she needs to get warm."

"Is she alright?!" Boromir cried, shoving through the men to get to her. He grasped her hand as Aragorn checked her heartbeat. "It is strong enough, she needs to get to warmth though, Gandalf."

"If we cannot go over the mountain, I say let us go under it!" Gimli exclaimed, patting the girl's head once.

Gandalf had a pained expression as he looked towards the way down. "Let the ring bearer decide."

Several desperate looks were thrown at Frodo as he sadly stared at his unconscious friend.

"We will go through the mines" he said at last, his eyes never leaving Aenil's drenched body.

"So be it"

Walking down, Aenil slowly started to wake up, coughing madly. Twice she had to be put down by Legolas, who had been carrying her, and throw up in the snow.

When they finally reached the entrance door of the mine, she was able to feel her legs and walk by herself.

Gandalf and Frodo settled at the front of the entrance, both pondering over the descripted message. Speak friend and enter.

Settling against a rock, she watched as Merry and Pippin threw rocks at the pond, watching the ripples grace the water…

"You gave us a scare on the mountain, Lady Aenil" Gimli grumbled, standing beside her.

She smiled, shaking her sopping wet, tangled hair from her face. It must have looked terrible; frizzy and sticking up everywhere.

"Thank you for your concern, Master Gimli. I gave myself quite the scare."

"Be more careful, lass. The journey has only just begun, every second we cannot save you. Do you have any skills?"

"I am quite skilled with a bow, Master Gimli," she replied, a bit put down by his comment, "I tend to protect and care for myself from now on. What happened in the Misty Mountains will not happen again, I assure you."

He nodded, a new look passing over his features as he stared a the young woman, "good, good"

Time passed, the entrance door still yet to be opened. Aenil watched silently as Aragorn and Sam let Bill trot away, Sam's face turning to sorrow.

"Do not worry Sam, Bill knows his way home. He will be safe." She quietly whispered to him as he passed by.

He nodded, giving her a small smile before going back to his Frodo.

"It's a riddle!" Frodo suddenly exclaimed, his eyes dancing as he stared at the door, "Speak 'friend' and enter. What's the Elvish word for friend?"

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as the water rippled without being touched.

"Mellon…" Gandalf said slowly, watching as the doors swung open.

"Soon, Master Elf, you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the Dwarves! Roaring fires, malt beer, ripe meat off the bone. This, my friend, is the home of my cousin, Balin," Gimli bragged as they all filed into the cave, "And they call it a mine. A mine!"

"This is no mine," Boromir grumbled as he looked around the mine with large eyes, "it's a tomb!"

Aenil's sight was greeted with skeletons and the sight of a aftermath battle. She took a step back, cowering against someone's chest.

"Goblins!" Legolas cried over Gimli's moans, throwing the arrow to the ground.

The smell of blood, metal, and forest caught her nose, signaling her holder was Aragorn. She felt as he drew out his sword, arms wrapping around her to pull her slender body closer to him.

"We make for the Gap of Rohan. We should never have come here," Boromir growled, whipping his head to look around the dark cave, "Now get out of here, get out!"

A cry fills the air as Aenil turns around to watch as Frodo is dragged from the mine and into the air by a tentacle.

"Frodo!" She cried with the Hobbits, her heart stopping.

Aragorn, Legolas and Boromir rush to help the Hobbits, hacking at the creature's tentacles.

"Into the Mines!" Gandalf cries as they retrieve all the Hobbits, a arm grabbing Aenil and pulling her in just as the entrance collapses on to itself.

Breathing hard, she grasps on to the man holding her, terrified of the blackness surrounding them.

"It's alright Aenil, I am here" Legolas grumbles back, holding her tighter.

"We now have but one choice," Gandalf says as he lights his staff, "We must face the long dark of Moria. Be on your guard. There are older and fouler things than Orcs, in the deep places of the world."

The Fellowship nods, the light allowing all their startled and fearful face to be shown.

"Quietly now. It's a four-day journey to the other side. Let us hope that our presence may go unnoticed."

THERE IT IS! CHAPTER 6 YEEAAAH! I still need some more suggestions on a female character description/ appearance I want to use in the next couple chapters!

No, I am not introducing a new character; I just need a female to play a small role. I want YOU GUYS to decide what she looks like! So far I only have one person who reviewed me!

COME ON! Make it interesting! : )

Anyways, hope you liked this chapter! :) XXOXOXOX DON'T FORGET TO READ AND REVIEW! I LOVE REVIEWS! GIMMMEEEE! :D

PS: For the reviewers asking for longer chapters, I AM TRYING: ( Hopefully this one is good? :( If not, I will continue trying to make them bigger!

PPS: For the guest that left me the Mary-Sue thing flame/review/comment/advice thingy... I don't take it as a flame! I love feedback, and as I stated before, I don't care what you give me, It's all feedback in the end. But to set the record straight... yes, she is a bit of a Mary-Sue… but the thing is, I don't mind that. I'm not going to make her wacked out and one of those girls who fall into ME and start being really weird and annoying and get everyone to love her… no. This is just my character and how she is. I don't actually mind Mary-Sue's as long as their not CRAZY weird. The really good ones are like Barbies… their so… fantasy 3 I can only WISH my life was like that! And yeah, I need to go back and fix the spelling mistake : ( My bad, sorry!

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