Yes I know everyone I'm finally back with another wonderful chapter of my story! I'm very sorry but I got caught up in another fanfic, and I haven't had a lot of time since school started, but I promise to make this a good long one, or as long as I can make it without getting distracted. By the way, I've read a few fanfics on which people have gotten some pretty retarded flames for not following along with the book or the movie and I want to say now that if you try that I will make you look like the most stupid person alive. This is based strictly on the movie and some of it such as how long it takes to get from Rivendell to Carahdras is plain guessing, so I really don't want to hear about it if you have a problem with something stupid like that. Also, one of my reviewers asked me to find some way to put some sort of subtitles for the Elvish, and any spoken Elvish in the story, there will be a translation at the end of the chapter.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Tolkein or any other references to LOTR in this story, even though I wish I did :
I didn't even remember how long it had been since we left Rivendell. I hadn't showered in weeks, my clothes were filthy, we only ate twice a day, and I was so bored I thought I might have to start chucking rocks at Borimir for entertainment. It had been growing gradually colder as we moved on, so I stopped bothering to change out of my Elvish clothes. Finally Gandalf told us all that we were going to rest here for a couple of hours. It was a nice day, sunny and fairly warm, and we stopped on top of a grassy hill filled with huge boulders. I looked around me in dread. This was where the real danger started in the movie, so I had a little chat with Gandalf.
"Um Gandalf I don't think this is a good place to stop," I whispered. He looked at me with concern as he slowly sat himself of the nearest rock.
"Why not?" he asked.
I lowered my voice even more. "Because he knows we're here. His spies are going to fly over us while we're here. I don't know when they're coming." Gandalf pondered what I said for a moment.
"Well then we must press on towards Carahdras," he decided. I grabbed his arm.
"But he'll send a storm! He's going to try to run us off. The only other way through the mountain is through Moria and he knows that you won't go there unless we have no other choice!" I cried. Aragorn and Legolas turned to look at us. Gandalf stared at me intently.
"Is there any other choice?" he asked. I didn't want to answer. I liked Gandalf, and I knew what would happen if we went through Moria, but I also knew how upset he would be if I put the others in jeopardy just because I didn't want to upset him. I took a quivering breath and a tear fell out of my eye.
"Gandalf I can't let you go in there," I whispered. For a long time he couldn't speak, and when he did his voice was thick with emotion.
"We will stay here for a few hours, and then we will head towards Moria." He bowed his head and lit his pipe. I took that to be the end of the conversation and walked away. I found a large boulder to hide myself behind and sobbed. Why me? Why did it have to be me? I wasn't some hero; I wasn't a real part of the Fellowship, so why would that stupid old man listen to me? I calmed myself down and wiped my face. I walked over to the fire and got myself a bowl of stew.
I was halfway through when I heard Legolas cry, "Crebain from Dunland!" I calmly dumped out my soup and snuffed out the fire, then ducked down behind a boulder with my bowl. I looked up and saw a flock of birds that looked like crows flying above us, crying out loudly. When they had passed, I got up and saw Gandalf staring at me with an expression of…fear? Apprehension? Or was it mistrust? The look in those shining blue eyes made me uncomfortable, and I avoided looking at him. We didn't say anything as we packed our stuff and left. We were going to Moria, and I wasn't sure if I would be one of those coming out alive.