Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, only my two crazy OCs.

A.N: "" is someone speaking, '' is thoughts and italics is someone speaking another language. Please, please review, I love getting feedback on my work and I'm open to suggestions and corrections. No flames though. This is quite a long chapter too.

"They Have a Cave Troll!"

There were corpses everywhere and I was trying my best not to step on them. The chatter had been nonexistent aside from Boromir and I. The smell was almost overpowering and I covered nose and mouth with my scarf. Legolas, Megan, Boromir and Aragorn were looking green and sickly. The hobbits were more distracted by the number of bodies, Gimli by the grief and Gandalf by trying not to get lost. The conversation was pretty general. We avoided talking about earth as there were too many people and Legolas was not distracted by Megan, oddly enough. We chatted about Gondor and about his brother. I had never actually met him but I already liked him. He sounded like he was quieter and shyer than Boromir and a tad more bookish. We were winding our way through the mines and I was certain that we were lost.

"Psst. Boromir."

"What?"

"I think we're lost."

"I don't think we are."

"Wanna bet?"

"Ha! No thank you. You don't have any money on you. By the way, why are we whispering?"

"I don't know!"

Boromir sniggered before composing his face. It was bizarre, this whole conversation. Boromir was slightly different to what I imagined. He had a commanding presence as well as strong loyalty, and stubborn as hell. However, he was kind to the hobbits and I, as well as playful and funny. I liked him and wondered, for a moment, if I could save him before I run into said person. He shot me a look that clearly wondered that the hell I was doing. I jumped back and blushed, causing Boromir to smirk at little. I glared at him and nearly ran into Pippin. I stumbled and Boromir tugged my arm to me from tumbling. I shot him a look of thanks and straightened up. We had stopped now because of Gandalf. He looked around at the intersection, frowning very deeply, before:

"I have no memory of this place."

I looked at Boromir who rolled his eyes in reply to my look. I stuck my tongue out at him, causing to blink in surprise. I smirked at taking Boromir by surprise and flopped down onto a rock. Boromir followed suit and pulled out the book again. I grinned at how much he had progressed. At this rate he would be finished in the next few days. I leaned my head against a rock and started to daydream deeply.

'I'm watching an episode Jonathan Creek, expect I'm in it. I'm taking a bath, but I've forgotten the fact that the bath tips down into the water tank there is shit load of rotting bodies down there. I fall and scream. And then, for some messed up reason the corpses start grabbing at me. They are pulling me under and then I see Megan, pulling up the tub back into place. And then…'

"Nina!"

"Whaaa...?"

"You feel asleep and then started to mutter about corpses and water tanks. Is everything ok?"

"Nightmare. Reading too much horror and crime recently."

Boromir cracked a grin at this before returning to his book. I let out a yawn and grinned. We'd been there for at least an hour and we were still waiting. I was half awake and drifting off onto Boromir's shoulder before realised what I was doing and angled myself so I would fall asleep onto the rock wall. Boromir was unfazed by this and was too engrossed in the book to really notice. I was just about to doze off when...

"Ah, this way!"

"Oh good he's remembered!" said Merry

"No, but the air doesn't smell so foul down here. If in doubt Meriadoc, always follow your nose."

I cackled at this while Boromir's and Aragorn's lips twitched. Gandalf shot me an amused look and I could totally understand why. I grinned at him and he turned away from me, but I could still see the hint of a smile on his lips. I also saw Legolas' and Megan's disapproving glares, which caused me to roll my eyes at them.

We had somehow made our way down to a huge hall. It had gigantic stone pillars that were engraved with great detail and the ceiling had multiple domes, which reminded me of a cathedral. There were fewer corpses here and the stench was also less strong here. I was a touch busy spinning around, trying to see as much as possible that I failed to notice that Boromir was slowing down. I slammed into him with a loud "Oof!" and he gave me a look that clearly stated that I needed to watch where I was going and that stopping me from falling was getting a bit much. He had a point. I had already run into him and Pippin. I shot him an apologetic look and kept my eyes trained on where I was going. The group was led towards a room that turned off from the main hall. It had more corpses in it and I couldn't help but grimace. Gandalf pulled out a book from one of the corpses' grasp, opened it and began to read from it. Meanwhile Gimli had let out a gut-wrenching cry. Boromir had moved towards him and placed a hand on his shoulder saying something sympathetic. I was looking around the room trying avoiding the well and corpses. I was becoming nervous and stubbornly ignoring what Gandalf was reading from the book. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end and I ran a hand over the nape of my neck. I was getting so nervy that I failed to notice Pippin moving towards the well and poke the skeleton. The skull rolled backwards and fell into the well. There was complete silence as we listened to the skull clank against the walls. The body with heavy amour and then chain and bucket quickly followed it. It rattled around before there was along silence. A mix of listening for the enemy and 'You have got to be shitting me' silence filled the air. Before Gandalf said sharply

"Fool of a Took. Throw yourself down next time and rid us of your stupidity!"

Pippin cringed in a mix of fear, horror and embarrassment. I leaned over and gently squeezed Pippin's shoulder after Gandalf grabbed his staff and hat off him. He turned just as the sound of a drum echoed through the air. It reminded me of sitting near the timpani but this was so much worse. It was a war drum and was soon followed by more. I went white in the face, knowing that I could possibly die here. Megan and I were wild cards while the rest would come out this with out a scratch. Leoglas hissed

"Orcs."

And shifted towards Megan. I rolled my eyes and sighed. I swallowed as Boromir stuck his head out the door and pulled back just as two arrows few towards his face. He pulled a disgusted face and started to close the door. Aragorn moved to help him.

"They're got a cave troll." Said Boromir in a manner-of-fact tone. I slammed my teeth onto my bottom lip to stop myself from laughing. It had always made me laugh in the movie but now was not the time. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and pulled out my swords. I had a sick feeling in my stomach and twisted my wrist in a sharp, flicking movement just to try and ignore the feeling in my stomach and convince myself I was ready. I watched Legolas passing over old weapons to Aragorn and Boromir to board up the rotted door. Megan was looking irritatingly confident and I was spitefully hoping that she would die first. I moved in front of the hobbits and was neatly placed between Gimli and Gandalf. Gimli roared something but all I could hear the shrill screams of the orcs. They began to claw at the door, screaming and howling. Aragorn, Legolas and Megan pulled out their bows and pulled the strings back, ready to fire. Their bows sung as they released. They fired once again and they burst through the rotting door and lunged at us. It was a bit of a blur as I was just a bit busy concentrating on not dying. I was flicking, dodging and cutting at the creatures. They were disgusting, with mouldy skin, yellow eyes, pointed ears, rat like teeth and wisps of lank black hair. I narrowly avoided my head getting cut off by bending over backwards so far that I had to flip myself or I would lose my balance. My foot slammed into it's chin, causing it's head to snap back so violently that it's neck broke. Behind it stood Boromir, eyes wide open in surprise. I paused for a second too long, forcing Boromir to grab me out of the way. As he did this, an orc snuck up behind him, but I managed to stab it in time. We glanced at each other and moved on. A moment or two later I saw him fly into the wall. I heard a roar and saw the cave troll. I dived out of the way before getting back up. I jumped out the way of the chain and dived again.

'My ribs can't take much more of this!'

I rolled and took the offered hand. It's was…Megan! She tugged me up and I shot her a thankful look. I then tugged her out of a crazy orc's blade, which she killed quickly afterwards. We were definitely even on this score and she whirled around to finish off the orcs. I decided to keep an eye on the hobbits. A few minutes later and I heard someone yell out "Frodo!" I turned and saw his pained face. I turned and slashed at the troll's knee. I rolled and slashed at it's other knee. It howled in pain and I managed to get out of the way as Legolas finished it off. They reached Frodo and realised that he was still alive. I was still watching the door as they gave him a once over before we were off running through the halls. I was in the middle, keeping an eye on the hobbits before we were forced to stop. We were surrounded by the orcs who were looking rather gleeful. But, suddenly there was a growling noise with light flaming from another corridor causing the orcs to climb up the pillars. The others were looking very relieved.

'Fools!'

There was another low growl which caught the groups attention and the light was increasing. The growling was echoing throughout the hall as Gandalf answered Boromir's question to what they were about to face. All I heard was Gandalf.

"RUN!"

A.N: Mwhahahaha! Don't worry. I've already written half of the next chapter so it should be up soon.

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