Disclaimer- I do not own Lord of the Rings or Narnia.

Sorry for the long wait. I was getting my newest installment of the What You Don't Know series underway and that took alot of my concentration to plan all of that out. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Here we go...

Susan took a look around her and saw that the group of goblin's had only grown in numbers. The queen shoved the hobbits further behind her before raising her bow to the ready position. She looked straight at the creature in front of her and narrowed her shocking blue eyes; the thing only growled at her in response.

Susan was just about to fire her first shot into the crowd when a sudden roar echoed down the rows of the empty hall. The queen did not know what it was but the goblins absolutely did.

The creatures began to cower and tremble in fright. They looked around, as if trying to decide which direction the booming noise had come from.

Another roar sounded and they did not hesitate for one second before running in the opposite direction to find safety.

The Fellowship stood still, trying to figure out what in the world was happening.

"Gandalf, what was that?" Peter asked the wizard who stood rigid next to him.

Susan tilted her head to the side to see the graying man from the corner of her eye. Even from her position several feet away, Susan could see the way Gandalf's face fell grim and his knuckles were white from the tense grip they held.

The angry howl boomed again, causing small stones to come loose from the stone ceiling above them.

The next instant Gandalf yelled. "RUN!"

The graying man pushed everyone in front of him, and repeated his command again. Susan fell behind the rest, again, trying to stay close to the small hobbits. Another roar sounded and she turned her head to see if she could spot the monster.

"Do not look back, my queen!" Gandalf, who was bringing up the rear, scolded.

Her head shot back around and concentrated on running once more. She wanted to know what this creature was that had Gandalf scared so terribly. By the look in his face, Susan could tell that they did not stand a good chance against it.

The Fellowship found themselves drawing away from the large, never ending hall and towards an entrance into a brighter room. Boromir was the first to enter, followed closely by everyone else. Susan saw as the man from Gondor skidded to a halt. She hadn't see what had made him stop so suddenly until she herself came to the dizzying ledge and looked down.

Susan felt like her head was swimming at the sight of it. There was absolutely no bottom to the black pit in front of her. The queen felt someone-Peter- tug on her hand and force her back into the situation that they were in. The next thing she knew, they were trudging down steep, crumbling stairs that led to yet another entrance to a different chamber of the mine.

The Fellowship descended the stone steps-carefully, yet quickly.

Another howl sounded, causing the entire room, including the stairs, to shake with the force of it. As if it did not seem impossible enough, Susan saw pieces of the ceiling begin to tremble and fall all around them.

The queen gasped as she saw a large chunk of rock fall before them and collapse a section the stairs...a section of stairs that they needed to use to escape.

All too soon, they came upon the obstacle. Without hesitation, Legolas jumped the gap and landed gracefully on the other side. He turned around and motioned for the next person to jump. "Gandalf!" He called to the man who was closest.

Surprisingly, the elderly wizard made the leap easily. Legolas caught the man on the other side and made sure he was steady before making himself ready for the next jump.

"Ladies first." Boromir told Susan, who stood next to him. He held his hand out as if to show her the way.

Suddenly, an arrow flew passed Susan's ear, causing a small breeze to brush across her face. The queen spun instinctively and shot an arrow in the direction she thought that it had come from.

The red feathered arrow lodged itself in a goblin's chest an instant later. Susan shook her head at her enemy; these creatures never knew when to quit. Several more of the goblins ran up to the landing where their friend had just been and began to fire at the Fellowship yet again. Susan notched another arrow and let it loose when she found her target.

"How about men without bows go first?" Susan called over her shoulder to Boromir.

She heard the man chuckle before calling to Merry and Pippin.

From the corner of her eye, she saw the man jump, carrying a hobbit in each of his arms. She shot another arrow at yet another goblin; the unknown creature howled again.

Next to jump was Peter, who did so as gracefully as the others, after him Susan saw Sam go flying. She assumed that Aragorn had tossed him across the ravine like he was no more than a rag doll.

"Nobody tosses a dwarf!" She heard Gimili growl before he too went to safety.

Susan shot one more arrow and hit her mark dead in the center of the goblin's forehead. She secured her bow back on her back before turning back to the Fellowship. The only ones that remained on the wrong side were Aragorn, Frodo, and herself.

"Susan! Go!" Aragorn shouted over the rumbling and roaring. Susan nodded her head firmly and readied herself to make the jump. The queen was just about to take off when a deafening creaking sounded above them. Only a second later, a chunk of the ceiling began to fall in exact alignment with where Susan was standing. The queen reacted fast, jumping back and out of the way of the falling rock.

Although, she did not have the time to escape it's fury completely The boulder caused the front steps to collapse under it's weight, taking the one that Susan stood on with it. The queen began to fall and she felt as if she were back at Aslan's How. How could she be so unlucky? Or perhaps it was clumsiness?

Suddenly, a hand reached down and caught her by her fingertips. She looked up to see Aragorn leaning forward and struggling to keep his grip on her.

"Susan!" She heard her brother call out from the other side.

But she didn't look at him.

Susan knew she had to concentrate on getting back up onto the staircase. The same creaking sound came to their ears again and Susan saw as another boulder fell behind them. The queen cringed as she heard the rock clash with the stairs. Soon enough, Susan felt the staircase swaying with the unequal weight displacement.

She looked away from Aragorn and over to the other side where the rest of the Fellowship waited nervously. The queen saw that Peter and Legolas were both leaning down reaching for her hand; but, it was too far.

The queen felt the stairs above her move even more and saw that the support column that was keeping the staircase up was beginning to crumble.

"Miss Susan!" She heard Frodo's small voice call to her. She looked up to see that he too was reaching his small hands down to help her. "Reach for my hand!"

Susan did as she was told. She reached as far as she could, straining until she felt her muscles ached in protest, until finally she got a grip on the hobbit's hand and allowed herself to be pulled up by both of them. Once Susan could reach the ledge, she grabbed the stone and pulled herself the rest of the way up to safety.

This time, she did not have time to complain about being rescued; besides, she was telling herself that this incident was only due to sheer bad luck, not because of her sudden knack at getting into trouble while in middle earth.

The queen and the two men backed up so they were standing in the middle of the crumbling ruin of a staircase. Susan put her arm around Frodo to hold him steady as the rocked back and forth, back and forth.

"Lean back!" Aragorn yelled of the sound of the collapse. Both woman and hobbit did as they were instructed, leaning back as far as they could without falling backwards.

They continued this way for only a few mere seconds before their section of stairs began to tilt forward in the direction that they needed. Susan braced Frodo against her side, trying hard to make sure that he was secure before the impact.

The steps kept floating and seconds later they had made impact with the secured section. Susan, Frodo, and Aragorn flew forward at the force of it. Boromir grabbed hold of Aragorn, Peter caught Frodo, and Susan landed in the arms of none other than Legolas.

The elf wrapped his arms tightly around her waist upon catching her to make sure that she would not stumble and fall while Susan found her hands braced tightly against his chest. Susan's eyes locked with Legolas's and it was almost impossible to look away. The two stayed like that for a long second-too long, in fact.

"You-you can let go of me now." The queen told him, breaking eye contact.

Almost instantly Legolas's arms dropped to the side and he turned around.

"Forgive me," He shot over his shoulder as he took off down the staircase with the others.

Susan nodded quickly before following, as well. The Fellowship-after what seemed like decades- made it down the treacherous stairs and into another cavern of the mine.

The creature following them roared again, forcing Susan to turn to see how close it was behind them. But what she saw was no monster at all:it was fire and it was shadow.

"What is it?" She yelled ahead to Gandalf who was right in front of her.

"It is a Balrog of Morgoth." Gandalf shot back. "Keep running! To the bridge!" The graying man pointed a distance up ahead to direct their attention to a thin stone bridge that crossed over yet another pitch black pit.

Aragorn and Boromir switched their course and minutes later had crossed the bridge. By then, the Balrog was constantly roaring and growling; it was right behind them.

When she arrived at the bridge, Susan paused, thinking that she had to do something to slow it down. Quickly, she spun back towards the beast and retrieved her bow and an arrow from her back. She notched it instantly and targeted for the monster's head. She bit her lip as she pulled the string back and let it loose.

Her attempt was fruitless.

The arrow simply sailed through it as if it had no consistency. The girl felt a hand on her elbow and turned to see Gandalf there. He shoved her over the bridge.

"Go!" He exclaimed. "Your weapons are no use here."

Susan backed over the bridge, keeping her bow pointed at the creature the entire way. It was only then that she noticed that it was not merely a cloud of fire and ash; there was a figure of monster within it. It had horns and carried a whip in one of it's clawed hands.

Gandalf inched his way in front of Susan as he also began to cross the bridge while facing the Balrog. Susan took her last step over to stand in awe with the rest of the Fellowship. Susan lowered her weapon, seeing as Gandalf said it was no use, but did not put it away just yet. She went to stand next to her brother and watch as Gandalf began to battle the beast.

The wizard slammed his staff down upon the stone, causing a strange booming noise and and small sparks to fly. He, then, replaced his staff with his sword as the monster began to lasso his flaming whip over his head and crash it down upon Gandalf. To Susan's surprise, the flames did not make contact with Gandalf. Instead, a sort of invisible barrier appeared and stopped it from coming any closer.

The Balrog seemed confused for a moment before replacing the whip with a sword that too was aflame. It tried again to attack Gandalf but it did not work any better than the first attempt.

"You shall not pass!" The graying man shouted as he brought his staff down against the bridge a second time.

Susan did not know what was happening. It was a battle, of course, but unlike any she had ever witnessed. The two were fighting but with something greater than weapons; they fought with magic.

Susan turned back to the action and saw that Gandalf's sword was now wrapped up in his opponent's. The man took a very calculated step back, as if struggling under the force of the Balrog's weapon, then he took another. The monster of the deep countered all of Gandalf's steps with ones of his own.

The beast took one final step when the bridge beneath him fell to pieces. Just as Susan had done earlier, the Balrog began to fall into the bottomless pit but only he had no chance of rescue. Soon enough, he was out of sight. Susan smiled to herself at Gandalf's defeat.

The graying man looked into the ravine and nodded his head with a mixture of triumph and annoyance written on his facial features. He had just turned around to join the rest of the group when a glowing tail of a whip came up and wrapped around his ankle.

"Gandalf!" Susan and Frodo yelled in unison as the man fell and was dragged back over the edge. In the same instant, shots began to come upon their group again from the goblins that had realized their mutual foe was gone.

Gandalf held onto the bridge's edge, trying to pull himself up, but could not find the strength to. The wizard stopped his struggling and slumped farther over the edge. He looked at them with fright playing in his eyes.

"Fly, you fools," was all he said before his grip on the stone bridge slackened and Gandalf the Grey disappeared over the side and into eternal and never ending darkness.

Susan stared at his falling body until it was out of sight. Her head clapped over her mouth. Never before had she seen such a sight as this. The man did not fall to his death: he glided. There was something so poetic and something certainly sad and painful about the ordeal. For a moment she could not move.

"Sue, we have to go." Peter said, grabbing his sister around the waist and pulling her away from the edge and over to the staircase that, unlike the others, led up instead of down. Susan vaguely heard Frodo's screams of protest as they rushed up and away from the ongoing attacks of the Goblins.

The queen was in a daze and it didn't even affect her to break into the sunlight after three days of utter darkness because they were all plunged into a darkness of a different kind. They were all absorbed in their grief.

Susan pushed some hair away from her face as she saw the hobbits collapsed on the ground weeping for the loss they just suffered. The rest of the men were all standing by themselves shaking their heads in disbelief...because this was unbelievable.

Peter squeezed his sister's waist, forcing her to look over at him. Susan saw that his eyes were red-rimmed when she turned to his direction.

"Are you alright, Sue?" He asked with a solemn voice.

Susan nodded and stepped out of his half embrace. "I-I just need a moment." She told him as she went over to the ledge, far away from the rest of them, and stared out at the rolling lands of Middle Earth.

This wasn't real, she told herself, it just could not be.

Gandalf-their leader, their motivator, their rock-was dead and gone. How were they to go on? How were they to survive what was to come without him? A lone tear rolled down Susan's cheek at the thought of how she had spoken to him in the tomb.

Susan narrowed her eyes at the aging man. "It was an accident." She said rather roughly.

"It is accidents like this that will get us all killed." Gandalf spat back at her.

Susan's eyebrows raised. She could not remember the last time that someone spoke to her like that. It was insulting but also...exciting in a sense. "And it is manners like that that will turn us all into barbarians."

Never had she talked to an elder like that; now, he was dead and she could never take it back. Another tear ran down her face.

Little did Susan know at that time but Legolas was standing a few feet behind her. The elf knew how much this loss was affecting the queen and he wanted nothing more than to comfort her in this dark hour. He wanted to pull her into his arms like her had back in the mine and make sure she never knew any pain again.

But he could not and he would not.

The elfin prince took a rough breath and turned back around. Why did the girl affect him so? He was not sure but he would not get attached to her. As Gandalf had taught them, their lives could end at any moment; nothing was certain in this life.

"We must move on." Aragorn said, causing Susan to turn with a start.

"But, Aragorn-" She started.

He put a hand up to silence her. "By nightfall these hills will be swarming with Orcs. We have to seek shelter or else what Gandalf has started will only be in vain." He turned to Boromir and Legolas. "Get the hobbits up and moving."

The two men pursed their lips sadly but did as instructed.

Aragorn was picking up his pack while Susan just stared at him in disbelief. He was acting as if one of them had not been killed just moments earlier. The man caught on to Susan's withering stare and sighed lowly through his lips. He ran a hand through his dark hair before moving over to her.

"My lady, I am not trying to be insensitive-"

"But you are, my lord." Susan spat back, partially in anger and grief. Susan started to walk past him but stopped and spun back to him. "I wonder if you lack pain for what has just happened or is it sympathy?"

Aragorn turned to look back at her. "It is neither, Susan."

Susan's face softened at his words and she nodded. "It's logic." She whispered. The man nodded in response. "Forgive me for my words, I let my emotions get the best of me."

With those words, she left his side and went over to Merry, Sam and Pippin, all of which were still sitting on a boulder with tears weld in their eyes. Boromir and Legolas were hovering over them, trying to think of something to say to comfort them, but could not seem to find the words. Susan put a gentle hand on Boromir's shoulder and smiled slightly as she stepped in front of him and knelt in front of the hobbits; she gave each of them a sympathetic stroke of the cheek.

"How are we to go on, Miss Susan?" Sam asked as he wiped the tears from his eyes.

Susan took a deep breath as she recalled a saying she once read in a book. "We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey." She paused. "Gandalf would not want us to sit and grieve while danger is in store for us here. Do you remember what he told us?"

"He told us to fly." Merry said.

Susan smiled again and nodded. "Then that is what we do, boys." The queen stood up and outstretched her hands to them. "Together."

Merry and Pippin each took one of Susan's hands and she wrapped them both close to her sides.

She looked around to see that everyone was up and ready to move out. From the corner of her eye she saw Frodo standing alone with his face looking as if it was etched of stone.

Aragorn nodded to all of them before pointing behind him. "That is where we are headed...now let's get moving."

Unenthusiastically, they all started running towards the massive forest that Aragorn had indicated. Under normal circumstances Susan would have marveled at how lovely the lush trees where and how fresh and clear the air smelled compared to that of London. But there were not normal circumstances and she could not have cared any less about it. She was still in shock as was most of her party.

Once inside the tree line they had stopped running and Susan had fallen into step at the end of the pack with Peter. Every once in a while, she caught Peter looking at her from the corner of his eye, making sure that his sister was, in fact, alright.

After half an hour of this, Susan snapped. "Peter, I said I was fine and I am fine."

"Susan, you are my sister and know that these things really affect you...you are not called The Gentle Queen for nothing. This must have made a great impact on you..." He trailed off, tried of trying to make an excuse. The truth was that he was just worried about his sister, who, as of late, has been in a very vulnerable position. After Caspian, it seemed as if Susan had taken on the task of baring the emotion weight of the world.

"Of course it makes me sad, Peter..." She trailed off as she thought of what was really troubling her about all of this. "It is a devastating loss for the Fellowship and I am truly sadden by Gandalf's passing but I cannot help but wonder what it would have been if it was someone close to me." She paused. "What if it was Professor Kirk? You know he would do something like that Peter...and then thinking of Professor Kirk led me to think about you and Edmund and Lucy. What if something happened to the three of you? Then where would I be?"

"Sue, you cannot think that way."

His sister nodded. "I know I should not but I do." Susan smiled up at her brother. "I will be alright, Peter."

The king nodded, still unconvinced, when the two lapsed into a long silence. They walked on for a while when suddenly, Susan noticed a change in the air. The girl pulled out her bow and notched an arrow.

"What is it?" Peter asked with his hand on his sword.

"I am not sure..." She said as she listened to her surroundings. It was too quiet, Susan deduced. Something was happening, something she was unsure of. The queen spun around to check and see if something was behind them. Her bow was poised and at the ready as she checked from left to right; but, there was nothing there. Susan sighed as she turned back around.

The girl gasped when she spotted a man-probably an elf by his looks-with an arrow in her face. Instantly, she raised her own bow and pointed it back t him. Her eyes darted around and noted there there were elves all around them. A pair of them were with each of the members of the Fellowship.

Susan knew they were outnumbered. She sighed because once again they were in an almost impossible situation and had no way out. The girl put her weapon away and her hands up; they were now captives.

I hope you liked it! I'm still alittle ify on this chapter but what do I know? Please tell me what you think. Thanks for reading!