Hey my readers, Nuin here again, I have decided to put a poll up on whether to have Arindil's brother to be turned good or to die later on, his fate is up to your votes (Please vote). I also wish for the people who read this to Review, those tend to correlate how fast I write more for this and all my stories. Now for the Disclaimer I have Sam.

Sam: Thank you Mr. Griffondor, this is a real honor

Me: Oh sam, Mr. Griffondor is my father, call me Nuin,

Sam: Alright

Me: No just… aw hell, just do the Disclaimer

Sam: Oh alright, Mr. Nuincalion Griffondor here doesn't own any of the Lord of the Rings, he only owns his original character.

Nearing night that day we arrived at the walls of Moria, separating us and these walls was a large lake, which gave me an… eerie feeling. I kept looking over my shoulder, and looking around for any sign of our pursuers. Aragorn noticed this and made his way back to me.

"Your uneasy, you have been even more paranoid since last night." He says and i tilt my head to let him know I heard him, then I tell him, "The wargs were there for me, They work for my brother they are trying to bring me to Him."

He begins processing this information, as Gimli begins speaking, "Dwarf doors are invisible when closed," and then begins tapping the wall with his axe.

"Yes even their own masters cannot find them if their secrets are forgotten." Gandalf says

"Why does that not surprise me," Legolas says and Elladan, Elrohir, and I all snort, and Gimli growls. We continue walking till Gandalf stops suddenly and mutters some words, and the door appears.

"Ithildin, of course," I say looking at the now visible moon

"It reads Walls of Durin, Lord of Moria, speak friend and enter."

"What does that mean?" Merry asks

"It is quite simple really if you are a friend you speak the password and the doors will open."

"Great, what's the password." I ask

"I have no Idea," Gandalf says, then begins using spells of opening.

"Nothing's happening," Pippin says as I sigh

"I once knew every spell in the tongues of men elves and dwarves."

"What are you going to do then," Pippin asks as i snort a but.

"Knock your head against these doors Peregrin Took, and if that does not set them and I am allowed a little peace from foolish questions I will try to find the opening words."

"Well we might as well settle down I say looking towards the lake, the feeling about it returning. The company settled down, as Aragorn and Sam began unhooking Bill the pony, I walk over to them, Sam was close to tears. I put my hand on his muzzle, and then under my breath mutter, "My you find the safe passage to wherever your road leads you, and let the light of the valar guide and protect you."

I feel a small amount of energy leave me, the I turn to sam, "There you go Sam, now he has as much a chance of getting out of this as we do."

Sam looks to me happily, and I ruffle his hair a bit, and walk over to Elladan, on the way I see Merry throw a stone into the water, Pippin moves to throw one as well, but I catch his arm.

"Don't do that, there is something about these waters that seems foul, don't disturb the waters." I tell him, then let go of his hand

Gandalf sits down, throwing his staff down on the ground and begins thinking, Frodo gets up, then I notice larger ripples under the water, showing that something was coming this way, under the water.

"There is something big in the water." Demos says his ears standing up, alert.

I grab my bow and reach back for an arrow, Elladan comes over to me as Gandalf and Frodo talk.

"What is it, what is wrong?" He asks me, bringing out his own bow, and I nod at the water, and the ripples that are following.

Suddenly the door opens, and everyone stands and begins walking, I follow up behind everyone, bringing up the rear.

"Soon master and missus elves, we will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the Dwarves, Roaring fires, Malt beer, Red meat from the bone."

Demos sniffs around like he smells something, but keeps what he thinks to himself, shaking his head.

I smile at gimli's description, but begin breathing rather fast as we move into the underground, as Gandalf lites his staff, casing more light into the mines, illuminating the area in front of us, and the numerous dwarven bodies.

Gimli doesn't yet see this and continues his speaking, "This is the realm of my cousin Balin, and they call it a Mine, A Mine."

"This is no Mine, It's a tomb," Boromir says looking around at the dwarven bodies.

Gimli walks over to a dwarf skeleton and begins yelling in grief, Legolas takes an arrow out of a dwarves corpse, then throws it away.

"Goblin."

I actually notch one of my arrows now, the others grab their assorted weapons, and the hobbits huddle closer together.

"We make for the gap of Rohan." Boromir says

"I am all for that." I say, as I feel something slimy tough my leg, I look down and see a tentacle about to grab Frodo, I burst into action, knocking Frodo away, and shooting the offending limb. Demos yelps in panic and bites the limb, hard then lets go.

"Ak, that tasted like rotten meat," He whines

"Behind us!" I shout, and everyone turns around and see's the retreating tentacle, as soon as it returns to the water dozens come back. I draw my blade and cut away the ones attacking Frodo, flinging fire from my finger tips, causing the tentacles near me to stay back. Finally the creature pokes its head out of the lake, Legolas and Elrohir hit it in the eye with arrows, causing the beast to roar in agony, and bring the entrance down.

"We have but one choice," Gandalf says, reigniting his staff, "We must endure the long dark of Moria."

Fear shoots through my body, going through Moria, with an unnumbered amount of goblins that stood between us and the other side.

"Be on your guard, there are older and fouler things than orcs in the deep places of the world." He says as he walks up the stairs, I follow up behind everyone, assigning myself to rear guard. Elladan comes back with me, as does Demos, who is complaining and asking who was the genius who had us come this way.

We all keep walking, taking breaks here and there for food and water, I remain in the back with Elladan and Demos. Elrohir and Legolas have been talking and every once in awhile, they'll look back at us, well, me in particular. I can see the mistrust in their eyes. Boromir, is seeming to pick up on this and has also been looking at me distrustfully. WE had been walking through these caverns for a while when I hear the pitter patter of feet behind us, and I look back to see nothing. I shake my head and think I am imagining things, I hear it several more times, but I put it off to my paranoia.

We eventually find our way to three doorways, and Gandalf stops

"I have no memory of this place." He says, and I shake my head, and sit down, leaning against the wall, and bring out my pipe, and fill it with tobacco and set it alight. Demos lays down and sets his head upon my lap, and begins napping. Elladan sits down next to me, as I tap my foot nervously about how deep underground we are, and how close together everything is.

"What is wrong you seem more nervous than when we started this?" He asks looking at me curiously

"Nothing," I say lying, and from the look on is face, he wasn't fooled

"No you are overly nervous about something, now that I think about it, you have been very nervous since we entered the mines, also when we were talking about going through the mines, what are you so nervous abou-" He says trailing off as realization dawns on his face, "You're afraid of being underground, aren't you?"

"No I am not why would you think that," I say to him a little too fast

He begins laughing his melodious clear laugh, drawing the attention of the company. I look down, color suffusing my cheeks. I punch him lightly in the chest and pull him closer and whisper in his ear, "If you tell anyone I will let demos hunt you like a rabbit and eat you, do you understand?"

He laughs again, then moves his head so he can see my eyes, then kisses me. I feel like I was floating for a minute, and then he breaks the kiss, bringing me back down to earth.

"You should have just told me, you know that you can't hide things from me."

"But I can try."

I just lean against Elladan for a while, dozing off, when suddenly Gandalf says, "OH, it's that way."

In a flurry of motion everyone scramble to get their gear.

"He's remembered," Merry says happily

"No, but the air doesn't seem so foul down here," Gandalf says, going to the middle one, "When underground master Meriadoc, always follow your nose."

Demos whined about the lovely dream he had been having about him getting to hunt and eat an entire deer. To which I shake my head in silent laughter as we all follow Gandalf down the stairs. When we reach the bottom of the stairs there is, from what I can see, a large hall.

"I think we can risk a bit more light." Gandalf tells us, and lifts his staff up, illuminating a long hallway, with intricately carved pillars.

"It must have been a grand sight once." I say as the light dies down.

"Aye, this room was once the greatest of all the dwarrowdelfs, now nothing remains but ruin." Gimli says in downcast way.

We begin walking through the halls of the dwarves, until gimli see's a light on the side of our path, and runs towards it, we follow him in as we hear his cries of anguish. In the room is a great many dwarven skeletons, and a tomb. There was a second exit to the room in addition to the first one. I kneel next to Gimli and put an arm around his shoulder, as a thought hits me, The knowledge of what happened to his kin didn't help Gimli, just as the knowledge of who my father was did not help me, and I had been treating those who were my real family horribly because I couldn't get past the fact that they had lied to me.

"Here lies Balin, son of Fundin, Lord of Moria, so he is dead." Gandalf says, as the company bows their heads in respect.

I look around for Gandalf, who is looking through the many recesses cut in the rock of the walls, and in them were large iron-bound chests of wood. All had been broken and plundered; but beside the shattered lid of one there lay the remains of a book. It had been slashed and stabbed and partly burned, and it was so stained with black and other dark marks like old blood that little of it could be read. Gandalf lifted it carefully, but the leaves cracked and broke as he laid it on the slab. He pored over it for some time without speaking. Frodo and Gimli standing at his side could see, as he gingerly turned the leaves, I walked over to see that they were written by many different hands, in runes, both of Moria and of Dale, and here and there in Elvish script.

Legolas goes over to Aragorn and says, "We cannot linger."

At last Gandalf looks up. "It seems to be a record of the fortunes of Balin's folk," he says. "I guess that it began with their coming to Dimrill Dale nigh on thirty years ago: the pages seem to have numbers referring to the years after their arrival. The top page is marked one – three, so at least two are missing from the beginning. Listen to this!

"We drove out orcs from the great gate and guard – I think; the next word is blurred and burned: probably room – we slew many in the bright – I think – sun in the dale. Flói was killed by an arrow. He slew the great. Then there is a blur followed by Flói under grass near Mirror mere. The next line or two I cannot read. Then comes We have taken the twentyfirst hall of North end to dwell in. There is I cannot read what. A shaft is mentioned. Then Balin has set up his seat in the Chamber of Mazarbul."

"The Chamber of Records," Gimli says. "I guess that is where we now stand."

"Well, I can read no more for a long way," says Gandalf, "except the word gold, and Durin's Axe and something helm. Then Balin is now lord of Moria. That seems to end a chapter. After some stars another hand begins, and I can see we found truesilver, and later the word wellforged, and then something, I have it! mithril; and the last two lines Óinto seek for the upper armouries of Third Deep, something go westwards, a blur, to Hollin gate."

Gandalf pauses and set a few leaves aside. "There are several pages of the same sort, rather hastily written and much damaged," he says; "but I can make little of them in this light. Now there must be a number of leaves missing, because they begin to be numbered five, the fifth year of the colony, I suppose. Let me see! No, they are too cut and stained; I cannot read them. We might do better in the sunlight. Wait! Here is something: a large bold hand using an Elvish script."

"That would be Ori's hand," Gimli says, looking over the wizard's arm. "He could write well and speedily, and often used the Elvish characters."

"I fear he had ill tidings to record in a fair hand," Gandalf says. "The first clear word is sorrow, but the rest of the line is lost, unless it ends in estre. Yes, it must be yestre followed by day being the tenth of novembre Balin lord of Moria fell in Dimrill Dale. He went alone to look in Mirror mere. an orc shot him from behind a stone. we slew the orc, but many more . . . up from east up the Silverlode. The remainder of the page is so blurred that I can hardly make anything out, but I think I can read we have barred the gates, and then can hold them long if, and then perhaps horrible and suffer. Poor Balin! He seems to have kept the title that he took for less than five years. I wonder what happened afterwards; but there is no time to puzzle out the last few pages. Here is the last page of all." He pauses and sighs.

"It is grim reading," he says. "I fear their end was cruel. Listen! We cannot get out. We cannot get out. They have taken the Bridge and second hall. Frár and Lóni and Náli fell there. Then there are four lines smeared so that I can only read went 5 days ago. The last lines run the pool is up to the wall at Westgate. The Watcher in the Water took Ó cannot get out. The end comes, and then drums, drums in the deep. I wonder what that means. The last thing written is in a trailing scrawl of elf-letters: they are coming. There is nothing more." Gandalf pauses and stood in silent thought.

A sudden clanging comes from over to the side Pippin seemed to have touched a dwarvish body and sent it flying down the well, causing a loud reverberating sound to echo through the mines. I close my eyes, knowing that there is no way the goblins did not hear that.

"Fool of a Took!" Gandalf exclaims, "Throw yourself in next time and save us all of your stupidity.

Pippin looks down ashamed, but then we all heard something. The we heard it again.

Drums in the deep.

BWAHAHAHAHAHA Cliff hanger, I am very very evil, but yeah, next chapter the battle of the chamber of Mazarbul. That will be exiting, and I will update again as soon as I finish the next chapter. Oh, and to those who haven't asked the question, but are thinking about it, what will the brother's role be? All I a\can tell you is that when his father goes down, he won't. So once again, this is Nuincalion Griffondor, signing off once again.