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Sapphire:

I think every bone in my body was broken. The air was driven from my lungs and pain flared in my head. Sticky, hot blood ran into my eyes and mouth from a deep cut on my forehead and my heavily bleeding nose, most likely broken. I vaguely remembered the thing's meaty fist coming toward my face, and me shrieking like a five year old. I remembered seeing Aragorn look up out of the corner of my eye and start running toward me, but he was too slow. I was going to die, because this wasn't some crafted up fan fiction story where everyone lives happily ever after.

Or maybe it was my lucky day. My vision was slowly returning, and I could see Aragorn's blurry outline thrust a spear into the thing's chest. I grimaced when the thing roared, and Aragorn got the backhand treatment as well. I didn't see what happened next, and the roaring in my ears was too loud to make anything out, but I guessed that the thing had just stabbed Frodo. I heard Merry and Pippin yelling faintly, and then the troll stumbled back into my line of vision, with hobbits clinging to it. Merry got tossed off, and Pippin stabbed the thing in its skull. It roared, a very bad move, and an arrow stabbed through the roof of its black mouth and into its puny brain. With a painfully jarring thud, it crashed to the floor.

I was disappointed when no one even noticed me, just rushed for Frodo. The ringing in my ears finally subsided enough for me to hear Gandalf say, "There's more to this hobbit than meets the eye."

Using all the energy left in me, I managed to groan. Yes, that was all I could do. I couldn't even wipe the blood and grit out of my eyes. I heard cries of horror from multiple members of the fellowship, and Aragorn rushed to my side. He lifted rocks off of my chest that I couldn't even feel because I was so numb with pain, and called to Legolas, "Legolas, do you have any Athelas?"

"Always," Legolas replied and handed Aragorn the plant. Apparently Legolas had magic boots that kept Athelas fresh. What the heck?

Aragorn chewed the Athelas into a paste which he applied to my cut. He washed around the wound as best as he could, and soon enough, my head was wrapped in the cleanest cloth they could find. To my surprise, Aragorn then scooped me up like I weighed nothing, and we raced onwards. I mean, I knew they would have to carry me, but I clearly had a broken arm, and my head was still bleeding heavily. I was in no condition to be moved. You weren't supposed to move people with head injuries right? I suppose it was better than being left for the goblins obviously, but being carried still hurt like heck with my broken arm.

"Ow..." I groaned, and hissed every time Aragorn's foot made contact with the ground. You think you've felt pain? You haven't. This, my friend, was pain.

"Try to breathe my lady, holding your breath will do you no good," Aragorn said kindly to me, offering me water. I gulped it greedily. We came to the break in the stairs suddenly, and I saw Legolas jump across, then Gandalf, then Gimli, Merry, and Pippin. Arrows whizzed past us, and my cracked lips turned up into a small smile when one stuck itself in Gandalf's pointy was tremendous cracking and crashing noises, but I was still only half aware of my surroundings. My head was on fire, and the only thing I could think was that they should have left me behind. What if Aragorn and Frodo didn't make the jump because of my deadweight?

But they did, landing with a jarring thud, and I gasped as pure agony flared through my arm. And then I blacked out.

When I woke, pain flared through my entire body, and sunlight blinded me. The first thought that went through my mind?: Glad I didn't have to see the Balrog. Then I felt bad when I thought about Gandalf, and scolded myself.

"You are awake," Legolas commented, and I turned my head to look at him. We were on the rocks outside of Moria, and the hobbits were still crying about Gandalf.

I pushed myself up on one arm, and noticed that my other one had been set and was in a makeshift sling.

"We were afraid ye wouldn't wake. Glad to see ye looking lively again lassie," Gimli said with a grin that looked more like a grimace.

"We must move on. Can you walk Lady Sapphire?" Aragorn asked, and I nodded.

"Give them a moment for pity's sake!" Boromir said angrily, and Aragorn shook his head, "No. By nightfall these hills will be swarming with orcs."

I stood, and as we started walking ever on, I stayed in the back with the poor hobbits.

"Hey, Gandalf's an Istar. I'm sure it'll take more than just a measly fall to kill him," I said kindly to them, and they stopped bawling and stared at me in shock. Then I realized that everyone was staring at me in shock. And then I realized WHY they were staring at me in shock. Because I had been unconscious, how could I possibly know what had happened to Gandalf? I was a freaking idiot...

I managed to hide my distress and asked confusedly, "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"You were unconscious..." Boromir stated unsurely.

"I was semi-awake," I said hotly, attempting to cover my error.

Aragorn said something in rapid fire elvish to Legolas, and Legolas frowned. The elf said something back to Aragorn, and Aragorn replied after a moment's hesitation.

"Perhaps I am mistaken," Legolas said slowly, and Aragorn continued for him, "It matters not. We must move on."

I smiled at the hobbits and Frodo asked quietly, "Did you mean what you said? About Gandalf not being gone?"

"Of course. He can't be dead. He's Gandalf for goodness sake!" I told him, and the four hobbits smiled,

"If you really think so, I'll believe you Lady Sapphire," Frodo said, a hint of a smile actually spreading across his normally solemn features.

"Please, just call me Sapphire."

"Alright Sapphire." Frodo grinned up at me, and I saw Legolas giving me a strange look, probably wondering how I had cheered up the hobbits so quickly.

Legolas:

Lady Sapphire was truly a puzzle. Legolas pondered over what he knew about the woman so far. She seemed to know much of Middle Earth and of certain people living here. She had come up with a clever story, but Legolas had known instantly that she was not who she said. She was lying when she said she was a Ranger, even a fool could tell that much. She was not accustomed to trekking through the wilderness, and she was unusually pale, hinting that she remained indoors for most of her time. Her clothes were strange, and exposed much more than a modest woman should, yet she did not seem to notice that her garb made the fellowship uncomfortable. The strangest thing was how broad and muscular she was for a woman. Legolas had never seen such a sight in all his days. He had also noticed that she talked quite differently than the others, though she was attempting not to. But the thing that troubled him most was the strange things she said and did; how she almost seemed to know what was coming. He had first noticed before they attempted the path of Caradhras. She had stowed most of her supplies in a bush when she thought no one was looking, as if she knew that their attempt to cross the mountains would fail. She had looked sadly at Gimli when he talked about his cousin Balin, and then she kept glancing at the water of the foul pool nervously. He had noticed that she didn't seem shocked when she saw all the death when they had first entered Moria, instead, she kept glancing back toward Frodo and the open doorway, her hand resting on the pommel of her sword. As if she had known the Watcher was about to attack the halfling.

How she kept casting sad glances in Gandalf and Boromir's directions...Like she was already mourning their deaths. And then Gandalf fell, and she knew of it even though she most certainly was unconscious.

Suddenly, Legolas thought of something: If she saw glimpses of the future, that might mean what she said to the halflings was not just kind words! She might have seen that Gandalf would return! This thought greatly improved his mood, and he almost managed to forget the last thought he wanted to mull over.

But alas, it sprung to the front of his mind like a deer leaping over a stream. One thought kept surfacing in his head, no matter how hard he tried to push it away: wondering at why he felt so different around her. He had been around other human women a few times, and had grown up among elvish maidens. Why then, did she make him feel so nervous? Was it the immodest clothing she wore? Legolas decided that must be it. That and the blunt manner in which she acted. Yes, that must be it.

Peet:

Peter felt insulted.

The stupid Balrog hadn't even given a...a...a...a...poop... that they had landed on it. It just roared and flicked its wings out, flinging them all down a tunnel into darkness. Peet groaned as his giant body hit the floor with a sickening thump, and Torzhug and Jewel landed safely on his black furred belly. He wondered why he had so much more fur than the average warg. It certainly did wonders for his looks though, plus his face looked more like a wolf's face than a warg's ugly snout from what he could tell from some random puddle. He rather enjoyed the feeling of the power in his muscled limbs and the ridiculous speed he could run at without tiring in the slightest.

They stayed absolutely still and waited to see what would happen. Peter prayed that the Balrog would ignore them and not try to smash its way into the smaller tunnel. Luckily for them, it just stormed off down a tunnel large enough for its huge span. Great... Now the dim light they had while the Balrog was there was non-existent. Out of the silence Torzhug cried out, "That's it! We can follow the Balrog and he will lead us to the exit!"

Soft footsteps were heard behind them and they whirled around. Suddenly, extremely bright light blinded them, and they gasped in pain.

"TYLER?!" A familiar voice cried raspily, and they all gasped as Tyler's deaf sister turned down the brightness in a kerosine lamp.

Oh my! A new character! Hooray! Review: whoever figures out what's happening to Legolas gets a cookie. LOLOLOLOLOL.