A/N: That really long sentence that has no spaces says "You are the most amazing person ever thank you ect."Also! I do not own J.R.R Tolkien's works, Peter Jackson's scripts, Pan's Labyrinth, or Sherlock. There was also a part down here that I wanted Adela to say, but if I had her say it, it would've been a total Mary-Sue thing to say, so someone else got the honors of saying it. It is now 1:30 A.M. so I'm heading to bed now. I hope you enjoy the chapter!

"Hello," my voice croaked out hoarsely. My eyes widened in shock.

"I-I can talk. I can speak. My mouth is moving, and sound is coming out!"

I jumped, throwing my fist in the air. Happily I danced around in circles and then ran to give Gandalf a hug.

"Youarethemostamazingpersoneverthankyouthankyoutha nkyouthankyou!"

Gandalf laughed and patted my back. The rest of the Fellowship came back.

"Why is Adie hugging Gandalf," Pippin asked.

Quickly I let go of Gandalf and I squatted down in front of Pippin. Motioning his head forward, I leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"Because Gandalf is a wonderful person who deserves to be hugged."

Pippin nodded and said 'oh'. Then he looked back at me. His eyes were wide with excitement, "You can speak! Merry! Sam! Frodo! Adela is speaking! She's really speaking!"

Everyone turned to me. I smiled sheepishly and waved a little bit.

"Hello."

Aragorn's eyebrows shot up to his hairline, "Well, I guess you won't be as hard to understand now."

I shrugged, "Who knows."

We continued to go to the mountain. The air quickly got colder and the wind blew harsher. Bundled up in a coat that Arwen packed me, I ran to catch up with Legolas.

"I just wanted to say thank you for the braid."

He looked at me from the corner of his eyes. "You're welcome," he said and then walked off. I frowned. Something was up. I didn't know what though. For the first month he was telling me stories about the elves. All about their history and legends and then after the incident with the Dunland… crows, yeah I like that, Dunland crows, he's barely spoken a word to me.

We continued up the mountain. The snow came up to my ankles and it was freezing. I was walking in the back with Aragorn when Frodo fell. He tumbled down the mountain heels over head while Aragorn helped block his path so he would stop. We helped Frodo up as he started panicking. He felt all around his person and then looked at Boromir.

Boromir was standing a few steps in front of us holding the ring by its chain. His eyes were fixated on it and he seemed to tremble slightly.

"Boromir," Aragorn called out.

Absent mindedly Boromir said, "It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing… such a little thing…"

Aragorn grabbed his sword, keeping it in his sheath. Boromir's gaze was still fixed upon the ring.

"Boromir, give the Ring to Frodo," Aragorn said quietly so attention wouldn't be drawn to the scene.

Boromir snapped out of his daze. He looked at Aragorn and then to Frodo. "As you wish. I care not," he said, smiling a little bit a messing with Frodo's hair. I snuck a glance at Frodo and he seemed worried and a little bit scared. We continued trekking through the snow until a storm started. Quickly we found a cave to hide out it.

Sam and Aragorn eventually made a fire with the very little wood we could find in the mountain. The wind was blowing hard and we had to move the fire to the very back to make sure it didn't go out. I huddled into the corner of the cave, close by the fire. My body was still shivering and I pulled my jacket tighter towards myself. Merry and Pippin were sitting across from me, talking excitedly about… something. I didn't exactly catch what. Sam was sitting close to them with Frodo, talking about the Shire and how they never got blizzards there. Gimli was sitting close to the opening of the cave muttering about how we couldn't handle a bit of cold weather. Legolas was leaning against the cave wall, looking out of the cave into the snow while Boromir was sitting next to him. Aragorn was across from the two of them looking at something in his hand. I heard a rustling next to me and saw Gandalf sitting by me.

"Even with your voice back, you do not seem to talk much. Is this a habit of your's?"

I nodded my head, "It feels nice just to think."

Carefully, I choose my next words, "I feel as if I've been surrounded by noise and so many things have been going by so fast, I couldn't take the time to process it all.

"I like being able to think about what I can remember. It's like going through my own inner… mind palace," I said with a small smile on my face, thinking of one of my favorite shows, "I feel like I can take a path back to my forgotten memories stowed deep inside."

Gandalf nodded, understand my choice of words and hopefully, what I really meant. We sat in silence as a sad feeling filled me. Looking around the cave it felt as if we all didn't really know each other, even though we've been traveling together for almost two months.

Talking louder than normal I said, "What are your homes like?"

The Hobbits didn't hear me. The others did though. The rest of them except Gandalf looked towards me. They stared for several minutes and I hugged my knees closer to my chest to make myself seem smaller. "N-Nevermind, then…"

The next morning we continued our climb, the blizzard plaguing us the night before was still going though. The snow came up to my hips and the Hobbits had to be carried. All four of them were shivering. Quickening my speed, I went up to Boromir and Aragorn. They were holding the Hobbits and cautiously I smiled at them.

"There is a trick I remember doing when I got cold," I started saying.

"Wh-Wh-What is it A-A-A-A-Adie," Merry said, having to stop on my name a couple times because his teeth were chattering so much.

"Close your eyes," and they did, "Now imagine that you are at home. Picture your fire place roaring and heating up the room. See yourself curled up in a chair, doing your favorite thing and drinking something warm. The warmth of your drink sinks deep inside your core and warms your entire being. It fills you up and spreads down to your toes and all the way through the tips of your hair."

"I-It's working-g a little b-bit," Pippin said.

"Thank you A-Adie," Frodo said smiling. I smiled back and continued up. That was when I noticed Legolas practically prancing on top of the snow.

"What the actual fudge," I thought, "How dare he not share this spectacular power with us? We could be warmer! And dryer!"

He stopped a little bit up ahead. His head quickly whipped around, "There is a fell voice in the air!"

"It is Saruman," Gandalf shouted over the storm. The mountain began to shake and some snow began to fall from the cliff above us. I fell to my knees and stared up at the mountain.

"He's trying to bring down the mountain. Gandalf! We must turn back now!"

"No!"

Gandalf began to chant. The snowed filled mountain continued to shake and Gandalf grew louder. Suddenly a loud crack sounded as lightning struck the cliff. The snow fell and everything became cold. I punched at the snow, but it wasn't budging. Soon I began kicking at it, too, trying to get out. Pulling my foot back on last time, I kicked through the snow… and hit something.

Getting out and breathing heavily I looked around. I saw Aragorn holding his cheek. Sheepishly I smiled. Aragorn glared at me slightly, "This is why you got the stick."

I pouted at that, "I didn't mean to kick you in the face. You were just at the wrong place at the wrong time."

Aragorn sighed, "Now is not the time to be bickering. We need to get off the mountain."

Boromir called out to Gandalf, "We must get off the mountain! Make for the Gap of Rohan and take the West road to my city!"

"Gap of Rohan," I thought, "Maybe we could get better, not wet, warmer clothes."

"The Gap of Rohan takes us too close to Isengard," Aragorn shouted, crushing my hopes for warm clothes.

"We cannot pass over the mountain," Gimli started, "Let us go under it. Let us go through the Mines of Moria."

Gandalf looked between us all, his face looking like he was being torn in different directions. He looked towards Frodo, "Let the Ring-bearer decide."

"Seriously," I thought, "You ask someone else to make the decision? Can't you see we all look to you as a leader?"

"Of course," my inner-voice said, "But sometimes it's hard to live up to the expectations we set for him."

"Still, it's not very nice to Frodo."

"Frodo," Gandalf said, snapping me out of my inner-rage debate.

"We will go through the mines."

Gandalf slowly nodded. Sighing softly he replied, "So be it."

It took us half the time to get down the mountain than it did to get up the mountain. It seemed the mountain wanted us to get off of it as fast as possible. We continued walking towards Moria. Eventually some fog came over us and it was harder to see. A few hours later, Gandalf called Frodo over to help him walk. Picking up my speed, I went to walk with Pippin and Merry.

"Hello Adie," Merry said.

"Hi."

"Have you remembered anything else so far," Pippin asked.

I thought for a moment, pretending that I was thinking about it, "I… remember being told a fairytale one time."

"How did it go?"

Smiling slightly, I thought back to one of my favorite movies, Pan's Labyrinth. "I think it went, 'A long, long time ago in a sad, faraway land, there was an enormous mountain made of rough, black stone. At sunset, on top of that mountain, a magic rose blossomed every night that made whoever plucked it immortal. But no one dared go near it because its thorns were full of poison. Men talked amongst themselves about their fear of death and pain, but never about the promise of eternal life. And every day, the rose wilted, unable to bequeath its gift to anyone... forgotten and lost at the top of that cold, dark mountain, forever alone, until the end of time.'"

"It seems sad for a fairytale," Merry remarked.

"Not all fairytales are meant to be happy. Some are meant to teach us. For example the one Adela just told you. We all fear death and it keeps us from doing the things we wish to do, but if we took a chance our lives could possibly be immortalized," Gandalf said, from behind us.

We reached the top of the hill we were climbing and Gimli breathlessly said, "The Walls of Moria!"

We hurried down the hill, mindful of our steps down the steep slope. Gimli and Gandalf went to the rocks and began tapping on them, listening. "Dwarf doors are invisible when closed," Gimli said, prideful of his kin's craftsmanship.

"Yes, Gimli, their own masters cannot find them if their secrets are forgotten."

"Why doesn't that surprise me," Legolas commented smugly. I sat on a rock and started staring at him.

"That was such a Yuki Sohma thing to say to Kyou," I thought, laughing a little bit. Gimli glared over at me, and I began busying myself with a loose string on my shirt. A couple minutes passed, and then Gandalf found the door.

"Isildin… It mirrors only starlight and moonlight."

Suddenly the clouds cleared and the fog dissipated. "Well that was shockingly convenient," I thought to myself.

"It reads, 'The Door of Durin,' Gandalf started again, "'Lord of Moria. Speak, friend, and enter.'"

"What does that mean," Merry asked.

"It's simple. If you are a friend, you speak the password and the doors will open."

Gandalf tried a couple spells. They both failed and his confidence soon grew cold.

"Nothing's happening," Pippin said casually.

"I once knew every spell in all the tongues of Elves, Men, and Orcs."

"What are you going to do then?"

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

My eyes narrowed at Gandalf. "It was a freaking innocent question," I thought, "He meant no harm in it."

We all went our separate ways then. Aragorn helped Sam un-pack Bill and let him go off back home. I leaned back on the rock and shut my eyes, enjoying the feeling of being able to rest and be warm. My mind drifted back to my parents confessing I was adopted.

I was looking through the bookshelf we had in the family room. A frown was on my face because I already read all the books there and I felt like reading something new. Ed, Haru, and I were going to see the meteor shower later tonight and I wanted something to pass the time with. I went up stairs to my parents' bedroom and looked through their bookshelves. There was a small brown leather book and I tugged it out. An envelope fell out and I picked it up looking at both sides. It was addressed to my parents.

Being a little bit nosy, I decided to open the letter. There was a flowy cursive script running across the paper. Leaning against the small shelf, I began reading:

Mr. and Mrs. Rose,

You have been officially approved for your adoption. Wynter is now in your care. Please come to pick her up at your earliest convenience.

Sincerely,

Ms. Harper

"What," I said softly. Quickly I re-read the impossibly short letter.

"I-I'm adopted," I said confused. I heard my parents' door open and I looked up. My mom was standing there. She saw me and she smiled.

"Wynter, here you are. What are you do-," her sentence cut off when she saw what I was holding.

"Where did you find that?"

"I found it in here," I said, picking up the leather book, "I was looking for a book and it fell out."

We stood in an awkward silence for a couple minutes. Then I looked up at my mom, "Were you ever going to tell me?"

"Your father and I didn't plan on it."

I frowned, tears starting to gather at my eyes, "Why?"

She sighed, "We wanted you to live a normal life. We thought that if you knew you were adopted, you would never feel like you belong here. All your father and I wanted was for you to be happy."

"But you were never going to tell me about my biological mom."

"It was probably going to be brought up eventually, but we didn't want you to be questioning everything."

"But you never planned on telling me."

Mom nodded slightly.

The tears fell, "Why? Sh-Shouldn't I want to meet the woman who gave birth to me? Wouldn't I like to know about her, or at least know she existed? Isn't it un-fair that you decide to withhold that information from me? Were you afraid I'd leave you if I knew? Are you still afraid I'll leave you?"

She stayed silent looking at the carpet. It became harder to breathe, "Y-You raised me. How c-could you have s-so little trust in me as to th-think I'd leave you?"

Quickly I ran out of the room and locked the door. I cried and cried until Haru picked us up. "And then I came here," I thought sadly.

I got where they were coming from, now that I had had a lot of time to cool off. What adopted kid wouldn't want to go out at find their biological parents? See why they gave them up. I know that they wanted me and didn't want me to keep lingering on those thoughts every day. 'Does my mom think about me?' 'Why did she give me up?' 'Is she already dead?'

Opening my eyes I saw Legolas standing over me. My eyes shot up and I sat up.

"Wh-what is it?"

He turned away and went to go scout. "Seriously," I thought, "You stare at me for who knows how long and you leave. I'm starting to seriously question my judgment on people."

Pippin and Merry began throwing rocks at the dark, murky water. Aragorn's eyes began to panic as he reached the two Hobbits. Quickly he grabbed Pippin's arm before he could throw another rock.

"Do not disturb the water."

He exchanged a look with Boromir and grabbed onto the hilt of his sword. Gandalf huffed out in defeat. Frodo sat on a rock staring up at the door. His face suddenly held a look of understand and happiness.

"It's a riddle! Speak 'friend' and enter. Gandalf, what's the Elvish word for friend?"

"Mellon."

The doors began to open. I got up and ran to Frodo hugging him. "I guess it's true what they say about punctuation changing everything," I said nonchalantly.

Legolas and Gimli walked side by side, the dwarf going on about the mines.

"Soon, Master Elf, you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the Dwarves; roaring fires, malt beer, red meat off the bone! This, my friend, is the home of my cousin Balin ... And they call this a mine. A mine!"

"This is no mine," Boromir began to speak grimly; "It is a tomb!"

Gimli cried out in horror, running over to the skeletons of his kind. My mouth opened in horror as I quickly covered it with my hand. I watched Legolas kneel down and grab an arrow from one of the corpses.

"Goblins," he spat out.

They all drew out their weapons as I held my stick close to myself. We all began to back away slowly towards the opening. "We make for the Gap of Rohan," Boromir said, "We should have never come here."

I heard someone cry out behind us. Turning around, I saw Frodo being dragged away by a giant… tentacle? Aragorn and Boromir rushed forward to help him. They began hacking at the tentacle as several more came out. Finally, Aragorn severed an arm while Boromir caught Frodo.

"Into the mines!"

"Legolas," Aragorn cried. Legolas drew his bow and notched an arrow. Holding it back and aiming, he let go of the string. He set off three more arrows until he came into the mines. Legolas barely made it to us when the doors collapsed and we were trapped.

Darkness covered us and Gandalf lit his staff so we could see into the darkness. The light made the place appear scarier than it did before.

"Now we have but one choice. We must face the long dark of Moria. Be on your guard ... there are older and fouler things than the Orcs in the deep places of the world."

We began trekking through the path that the bodies surrounded. From right in front of me I heard Boromir sigh. "Could things possibly get any worse," he said.

"Yes," I replied without thinking.

He looked back towards me, "Would you care to elaborate little miss?"

I nodded, "Let's just say hypothetically that we had a heavily pregnant woman traveling with us. Surely she wouldn't be able to handle the stress of what just happened without going into labor. So with that, we'd need someone to help her give birth, but for worst case scenario's sake let's say that the door collapsing told whatever is in here that we are here. Then we'd have to fight and also help her give birth. My guess is that Gandalf would most likely be the "midwife" I guess. You'd be down one wizard then. Merry and Pippin only know the basics of sword fighting, so realistically, they wouldn't be much use. Frodo and Sam don't even know how to use a weapon, so out of the ten of us you are already down by half your people. I can't do anything except fight with a stick, which isn't going to kill anyone, so now out of ten, you only have four who are able to fight. With those odds, I do believe we all would be dead before we could see the Ring to Mordor. The fact that you can't think of a worse scenario is either because it is worse case or you lack the imagination to come up with one."

Boromir, Aragorn, and Legolas looked at me in shock. I started to get embarrassed and I looked down at the floor, "Wh-What is it? Why are you guys looking at me like that?"

"It's just," Aragorn started, pausing slightly, "I believe that is the most you have spoken and what came out is… quite a shock."

"O-Oh…"

We continued walking and once all of us were tired, we settled down for some rest. I laid down my bed roll and curled up into a ball. Lying there, I willed for sleep to come.

~Legolas POV~

I just don't understand. I don't understand her, or what she thinks. I don't understand the way that I act towards her. When I first saw her at the council, I thought she was too young. Too young to be dealing with matters such as war. When she was mistaken to be aged six winters, my heart almost stopped. When she explained that she was fifteen, though, I grew sad. She is a young girl whose only worries should be about the clothing she wears and the butcher's son who she fancies. Well, I don't know if she fancies anyone, but war and death should not be a part of a childhood.

Once she joined the Fellowship, it was like she was lost. She didn't understand anything and she couldn't even speak. For the love of Valar, she couldn't even braid her own hair. She was so much like a child… I mean she is a child.

During the first night on our journey when I helped her braid her hair, I felt like I had to protect this innocent girl. I felt as if it was my duty to be… a protective older sibling, I guess. The day after that, I began walking with her, talking about the history and legends of my kin. Even though she couldn't speak, she was an avid listener, never once losing interest. During the night before we slept, she would tell us stories through dolls, only furthering my belief that she was a child who needed protecting. It all changed though.

When I first spotted the Crebain, my first thoughts flew to Adela. I rushed over and made sure she was safe, even hiding her with my body, putting myself at a greater risk to be seen. Then I looked down. I saw her green eyes pierce through me and my breath caught in my throat.

She no longer seemed like a child who needed protection. She seemed to have transformed into a woman. There was a nagging thought in my head as I quickly left her presence when all was clear.

"She is far too young," the thought cried, "You have much more experience with the world. She is young, she has yet to feel love or sorrow or pure happiness. You cannot take those experiences away from her."

Then she began to speak. The things that left her mouth baffled me. There were times she could seem so mature and thoughtful, but then that side of her would quickly hide. Then she would say the most innocent things and she'd get nervous. It seemed as if she wasn't comfortable with us. She would try to ask questions, but then we would just look at her, still adjusting to the fact that she could talk. We do not help her by sitting or standing, not even replying to her questions, but she doesn't give us the chance. She takes back the question or she pulls back into herself before we get the chance to recover and reply.

Even so, it seems she is curious about us. She wants to know more and talk with us. The only evidence I have of this assumption, though, is because she continues to try to talk to me even though I avoid her. But then again I avoid her because I do not understand her or myself. Leaning back against one of the rocks, I closed my eyes, finally stopping myself from looking at her.

"It is still just as I said," the thought began nagging at me again, "You cannot take away those experiences. For her and for your immortal self."

A/N: So this may be the first and last extremely long chapter you get. Depends on how summer looks. How'd you like my worst case scenario? I enjoy thinking those up. And how do you guys feel about finding out what happened when she found out she was adopted? I hope that wasn't too bad...To be honest, I'm shocked I even wrote this much, but I wanted to put Legolas's POV in here. He is kind of hard to write in because I feel so... corny. Also, I picture him just studying and observing everyone's behavior trying to learn more about the world, so I can see him questioning himself a lot and thinking in weird ways. I hope you enjoyed it! Review!