Hello! Thanks to all the people that reviewed, and thanks for telling me about the mistakes, or giving advices. Here is the new chapter.

The attack came swiftly, and Faramir only had time to shout a warning before the first Wargs were on them. Because they were too close and he didn't want to run the risk of shooting in the dark, he brought out his sword, just as a chief attacked him. Jumping aside Faramir manage to avoid the beast and lashed at it.

As soon as he could he threw a look around, taking in all that he needed to be sure that the hobbits were fine, as much as the rest of his companions. He saw Aragorn kill another chief, Gimli swinging his axe and could hear, even in the noise of battle the bow of Legolas sing. It was then, as he was taking out his bow to shoot at some furtherer beast that he heard Gandalf's voice.

Turning around he saw the wizard, a great menacing shape like the monument of some ancient king of stone set upon a hill. The Wargs fled before him, as his voice rolled like thunder: "Naur an edraith ammen! Naur dan i ngaurhoth!"

There was a roar and a crackle, and the tree above him burst into a leaf and bloom of blinding flame. A new strength ran through Faramir as he lunched himself, with the others against the remaining beast, the fire burning behind them, making their swords flicker in the light.

An arrow of Legolas, landing in the throat of a great chief finished scaring them and their enemies fled without coming back. It was only in the morning that the company saw that their opponents had not been normal beats.

"There is no trace left of the fight." Faramir said in wonder as he walked around the hill, picking up the arrows the elf had been firing.

"It is as I feared," the old wizard was watching him, as he went to Legolas giving him back his arrows before turning back to him "These were no ordinary wolves hunting for food in the wilderness. Let us eat quickly and go!"

None argued and so it was done. Faramir looked up in the sky and marvelled to see all clouds gone

"It is as if the power that had commanded the snow had no use for it anymore" he whispered to himself.

"Nothing is sure, keep watch." A voice answered his thoughts and Faramir raised his eyes to meet the grey ones of his future king. Quickly he bowed again, before moving on.

"We must reach the doors before sunset, or I fear we will not reach them at all." Gandalf warned them.

"How far yet?" Faramir asked worried that another attack may come.

"Not much, but our path may be winding, for here Aragorn cannot guide us; he has seldom walked this country, and only once have I been under the west wall of Moria, and that was long ago."

He pointed south-eastward, told them the way they would take before urging them to hurry once more. Faramir followed without a sound. He had made his choice, now he would hope for Gandalf to know what he was doing, for the welfare of them all. But he trusted the wizard, and so did not fear his leading.

But even as Gimli moved forward to be walking next to Gandalf, the river that they searched in sign of the path remain hidden, and the day passed as the company searched, without meeting anything alive, but in their hearts they all knew that at night things would be different.

But finally Gimli gave a cry, calling them at his side. The channel was dry, not much more than a trickle of water passed on the red-stained rocks.

Yet Faramir saw that it had not always been so "Gandalf!" he cried "Is this river the one you searched for?"

"Yes the Gate-stream, they used to call it. But what happen to the water, I cannot guess; it used to be swift and noisy."

A shiver passed through the company at the thought of what being or force could have changed that river to the state it was now. Responding to this Gandalf pushed forward, they were late. And they hurried even if they were beginning to tier. Taking only a brief meal and a short rest the urged forward till the road they had been following changed direction and shape. Gandalf gave a relieved sigh, and told them it was the right path even if the changes to the place were dramatic; he knew it to be the path he had walked long ago.

Up ran Gimli his patience running low, followed none the less swiftly by the rest. Yet there was no sign of gate or entrance, not a fissure or crack in the rock around them.

It was with surprise that Faramir looked around, wondering it was the right place after all, but Gandalf was speaking "There are the Walls of Moria, and there the Gate stood once upon a time, the Elven Door at the end of the road from Hollin by which he have come."

Looking in the direction Gandalf was pointing Faramir saw a lake whose waters did not reflect the sunshine rays, laying still and dark. The way was blocked. Across this lake none dared to, for it gave an uneasy feeling just at the sight of it. Gimli knew a way around it, but the discussion brought up the problem of the Pony, Bill the one Sam loved dearly. Gandalf said he could not enter the Mines and listening Faramir knew also that this was true. Yet his hearts tightenrd at the thought of leaving the brave animal behind.

Taking their strength together the company marched on, with the greatest speed they could muster, reaching a creek were the water was only ankle high at the edge as Gimli reported. Faramir was grateful for his boots as he saw the dark unclean water. He waited for Sam, who was leading Bill as they both heard a faint noise sounding like a fish had chosen this moment to break the surface of the lake. When he turned, his hand ready on his sword, Faramir saw ripples, black-edged with the shadow in the waning light: great rings were widening outwards from a point far out the lake. A blubbering sound reached their ears, as now the whole company was watching and listening, and the silence came back just as the last rays of the sun disappeared behind clouds.

Now I made great efforts for this conversations so please tell me if or not I should continue like that. Till next time.