A/N: Hey there! I have returned once again with another chapter! First! To the reviews!

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Chapter 7: Knowing What Lies Ahead...

Once we had reached the doors of Moria, I had to fight to stand still with all the chills running down my spine. Something was wrong, and I could feel it. There was something in the water begins us, I just knew it, and Amelia was scared out of her mind by the prospect of not being allowed into the dwarven mines. Gee, thanks Gimli. The dwarf had been filling her head with images of happy, burly dwarves giving us a warm welcome, fresh food, and a warm place to sleep.

Too bad I knew what was already going to happen, and I knew that a royal welcome was not what was waiting for is behind those doors. PLUNK! The first splash had me on my feet with electricity crackling around my fingers. Then the second made me look to Merry and Pippin. I darted over to them and grabbed them by the shoulders, using only enough electricity to stun them and hold them still. "Don't disturb the water. You have no idea what may lurk in its depths," I growled, releasing them to collapse on the ground, moaning from being zapped.

I turned to see Aragorn watching in interest. "How did you do that?"

I held up a hand with electricity still crackling around my fingers. "They shocked me, so I shocked them in return," I stated simply, returning to my seat on a boulder by the doors.

After several hours of listening to Gandalf's failed attempts to guess the code to open the doors, I started to get twitchy. First, I started counting and checking the arrows I had in my quiver, then I checked my bowstring. Then I started running through all of the spells I knew starting with animal transformation and ending with zapping spells. Then I took to pacing.

Apparently, my lack of patience with irritating to the others because not long after I had begun to pace, Aragorn grabbed me and pulled me down to sit next to him. "If you don't stop pacing, I might lose my mind."

"Why?"

"The constant crunching of pebbles underfoot is obnoxious."

"Oh. Would you rather I start practicing my magic? Or perhaps my archery?" I asked, energy returning to my fingers.

"As long as you have spells that don't make too much noise."

"Muffling spell!" I laughed, jumping to my feet and muttering the incantation under my breath. Then I started pacing, but the pebbles no longer crunched under my feet.

Aragorn was on his feet in an instant. "How?"

"Muffling spell! I can pace and not make much noise!" I laughed,"Of course, I have used this when spying on my father, but it still lives up to its name!"

Aragorn nodded and smiled. "What else can you do?"

"Well, since magic is in my blood, I can do almost anything if I set my mind to it and find the proper incantations. I've even made some spells of my own before! Once, when I was little, I was irritated with my little brother because he was just so annoying! So, I zapped him with a spell that formed itself into head, and he started to behave like a proper gentleman. Quite the feat for a five year-old prince of Asgard."

Aragorn smiled and looked at me strangely. "I keep forgetting that you are a princess from a distant land. You seem so normal, not at all a brat like some noblewomen in Gondor."

I smiled and shook my head slightly. "I can be much worse than a brat, but my mother and father beat that out of me when I was little. Not literally mind you, but they didn't allow me to become a spoiled brat. I had lessons, chores, and duties, but I never was allowed to order around the servants."

Aragorn nodded. "Will having someone to talk to keep you from pacing?"

"Maybe."

"Come. We shall speak of many interesting things," he ordered, dragging me back to sit with him,"First, when did you start learning magic?"

"When I was three years old."

"What was the first spell?"

"More of elemental control than a spell. Some of my magic doesn't require an incantation or spell or potion or any of that," I explained, ceasing the muffling spell on my feet,"However, magic with incantations drain my energy, so I only use them on rare occasion or for short periods of time."

Aragorn nodded slowly. "Can you turn invisible?"

I willed myself to disappear as he spoke. "This answer your question?"

He reached forward and poked my unseen forehead. "Okay, that is perhaps the most useful thing I have ever seen magic do."

I returned to a visible state and glared at him. "Magic is always useful! A well-placed spell can be just as effective as a sword!"

Aragorn looked shocked for a moment before we heard stone grating against stone as the doors opened. "Well, that was excellent timing," Aragorn chuckled, standing and heading over to the dark entrance.

I shuddered at the thought of what was to come. I was the last into the mines before the hobbits, and I unconsciously created three orbs of light around me to light up the cavern. I almost immediately wished I hadn't.

Gimli wailed mournfully as my orbs illuminated the cavern to reveal long dead corpses of dwarves. Amelia squeaked in alarm and held fast to my arm and buried her face in my shoulder. I snatched one of my glowing orbs from the air and condensed it into a glowing, crystal orb before shoving it into my cousin's hands. "Stay close to Gandalf," I ordered quietly as Legolas yanked an arrow from a corpse.

"Goblins!" he snarled, whipping around with his bow at the ready.

Then we heard Frodo and the other hobbits scream. I was out of the mines in seconds, and I grit my teeth as my eyes focused on the beast in the water holding my companions. "Not today!" I snarled, throwing my hands out towards the tentacles holding Frodo and Merry. The tentacles practically exploded where they met the water, and I saw Boromir rush forward and catch Merry, but Frodo was caught by another tentacle.

My hands felt like they hand been pierced by knives as was usual for when I used a spell that pushed my limits. I pulled my bow off my shoulder and nocked an arrow. I drew it back to my ear, muttered a quick spell, and let the arrow fly.

The beast in the water roared in pain as the arrow pierced its eye and burst into flames. I fell to my knees as the magic took its toll on my body. I saw Aragorn crashing through the water with Frodo in my arms, and I felt someone pulling me back towards the mines.

Sam rushed past me and grabbed my bow before he scurried back into the mines as I struggled to look over my shoulder at Pippin as he struggled to drag me into the mines. I scraped up what little strength I had left and forced my limbs to bend to my will and allow me to somewhat crawl with Pippin as my guide into the mines before the thing in the water tore down the entrance.

My orbs of light had long since gone out, but Amelia's crystal was glowing faintly. I smiled as Sam waddled over to me with my bow and placed it on my chest. "Thank you, Sam. Thank you, Pippin," I whispered to my short heroes as I felt my magic slowly returning,"You two a whole lot of brave in tiny packages."