The beast thrashed against Gandalf, trying to engulf him in with his iron whip. The rest of the Fellowship stood aside, watching and couldn't do anything to help. Annadel leaned on her staff, panting from running away from the fiery breath and its vicious screams. Gandalf sent a powerful wave of magic, hitting the beast to fall off the current edge it was backed up against. The beast cried out in a long, winded howl as it fell into the depths of darkness. Gandalf turned around to face them, almost smiling from conquering it. Annadel's eyes widened as she saw a bright orange flash. Then he was taken down, the whip of the beast took a hold of his ankles as he clung onto the rocky, broken ledge. Annadel stared into his eyes as her mouth dropped.

"Gandalf!" She screamed.

"Fly you fools!"

Then, he fell into the darkness after the fire wielding monster.

Annadel gasped as she came back from her vision. She was panting slightly as she turned to Gandalf in panic. He came up to her, his hand gripping her upper arm in reassurance.

"What did you see, Annadel?"

Her mouth grew dry as her skin felt cold. Her eyes glanced up into the soft, calm greyish-blue eyes of her mentor as she whispered, "Your death."

This alarmed the other company as they turned to stare at her in shock. Gandalf nodded once, looking down as he stared where they heard a growl of fire.

"A Balrog." He spoke slowly. "A demon of the ancient world. Its foe is beyond any of you. Run!"

They broke out into a sprint, Annadel running behind the Hobbits as they came to stairs. Boromir almost fell over just before Legolas had caught him. Gandalf commanded Aragorn to lead them to the bridge as Gandalf followed last. The stairs was broken, leaving a gap. Legolas jumped over easily as he ushered them to jump and he would catch them. Arrows flew around at them as the Orcs had caught up to them. Legolas shot arrows as the rest attempted to jump. Annadel stayed behind with Frodo and Aragorn, the stairs crumbling before them. The Balrog roared in anger as a rock came crashing down, breaking the very stairs they were on. The stairs rocked back and forth as the trio swayed with it to keep balance.

"Lean forward!" Aragorn commanded as they crashed into the stairs where the rest stood. Legolas caught Frodo as Aragorn and Annadel jumped smoothly. They continued to run down and down through the mines. They reached the bridge as Gandalf stayed behind. The fiery Balrog had caught up, emitting flames in intimidation. The slender bridge caused each to go one by one in toe. Annadel stayed behind with Gandalf as he ushered her to go.

"Your visions have always been the truth and I accept them."

Her eyes fell as she stared into his. Tears sprung loose as he spoke quickly.

"Go on with the others."

Without another command, Annadel turned to run as Legolas held his hand open for her to take as Gandalf shouted, "You cannot pass!"

The Balrog stretches his angry, burning wings as he raised his arm in a fire sword to strike Gandalf.

"I am the Servant of the Secret Fire. Wielder of the Flame of Anor! The dark fire will not avail you." He raised his staff in front of him along with his sword as he glared.

"Go back to the shadow!"

The Balrog hisses and raises his whip in protest.

"You shall not pass!" Gandalf raised his staff and struck it into the bridge, causing a great collapse in the path as the balrog has fallen. Soon enough, her vision had come true as they were staring in the final place where he fell. Annadel's chest heaved as Boromir took the screaming Frodo away as Legolas ushered Annadel out. They reached the light and came onto rock. The Hobbits collapsed onto the floor, tears spilling and anger, confusion, and sorrow filled them. Annadel stared out into the open sky, wishing she had not seen that vision. She wished this wasn't his end.

"Legolas, get them up!" Aragorn said softly.

"Give them a moment! For pities sake!" Boromir cried out, he was also in confusion and hung over sorrow.

"We do not have the time." Annadel sniffled as she joined Aragorn's side.

"By nightfall these hills will be swarming with orcs. We must reach the woods of Lothlórien. Come, Boromir, Legolas, Gimli…" He turned to Annadel gently, giving her a strong but empathetically look. "Get them up." Aragorn turned to the crying Sam, his eyes wet. "On your feet Sam," He pats him on his shoulder. "Frodo?"

Frodo was beginning to walk away from them. He turned around slowly as the look on his face…he was so lost. Annadel walked towards him as she smiled kindly but her eyes were still in mourning. "Come, Frodo, for I will mourn with you behind them." They jogged into the forest, walking into it. The comfort of the aura of the elves nearby overwhelmed Annadel, instantly thinking of Thranduil. She gazed up to see Legolas staring at her. She gave a gentle smile as he quickly moved to walk beside her.

"You miss father." He stated casually. "It is written in your face, mostly your eyes."

"It is selfish of me to think so after I had lost a dear friend and mentor." She frowned. "I cannot think of him now." Annadel moved on through the woods.

"I miss Mirkwood too, Annadel." He said softly.

She turned around as they shared a moment together. "Why have you come?"

"I wish to finally see Sauron at rest, for this evil has prolonged for far too long."

"And my father approved?" He tilted his head curiously.

She snorted in response, both laughing out quietly. "You and I both know that is why I have arrived late."

"He is still the same after so many years."

Annadel smiled. "But his heart is kind."

"You have a kind heart, Annadel." Legolas looked at her from his side.

"Say no such thing." She scoffed and trudged forward, leaving the elf in fits of soft laughter. Sam was gazing around the beautiful forest as Gimli took notice, feeling uncomfortable.

"Stay close young Hobbits." He tugged at Frodo's sleeve. "They say there's a great sorceress lives in these woods. An Elf-witch of terrible power. All who look upon her fall under her spell... "

Annadel felt like laughing at the dwarf from his ravings, but thought it best to stay quiet. Frodo looked around frantically as if a voice was speaking to him. She glanced over at him as she tilted her head curiously.

"Well! Here's one dwarf she won't ensnare so easily! I have the eyes of a hawk, and ears of a fox!" Gimli boasted with confidence.

Then there were two arrows pointed in Gimli's face.