14. The misty mountains
The subsequent events are not really more beautiful. The higher we get, the deeper the snow gets and I haven't had fun for a long time. I'm almost sunk up to my upper body in the snow, it's incredibly hard to walk and I'm totally cold. I really have to try hard not to shiver with cold.
After Frodo fell down a part of the mountain and Boromir had the ring for a short time, we reached a narrow edge. Meanwhile, it is evening and unfortunately, it has started snowing again. Meanwhile, I'm so cold that I can't feel my body anymore and I would love to swap with Legolas now.
Because the elf runs over the snow as if he would walk on a simple stone while the rest of the fellowship is up to the upper body in the snow.
Especially the Hobbits have big problems because they are still a bit smaller and I am afraid that they won't be able to keep this up for much longer. Okay, maybe the idea here was not such a good one after all.
T the next moment I hear a strange rumbling and stop. What is that now? "There are horrible voices in the air," Legolas suddenly whispers and the bad feeling in my stomach turns into fear. The faces of the others also become more worried.
"That is Saruman!", cries Gandalf suddenly and I realize that we should run. But it is already too late for that because in the next moment lightning strikes the top of the mountain and rocks fall down with a loud rumbling. And with them a huge mass of snow. A loud scream escapes me in horror. Oh, God.
But before any of us can leave this mountain, the masses of snow cover us. I close my eyes and try to calm myself as the snow hits me and digs underneath.
Panic and fear threaten to overwhelm me, but I don't let it. I try to calm myself down and think, but fear prevents me from thinking clearly.
I open my eyes, but when I see only white around me, I panic. Okay, I have to get out of here! But how? Desperately I try to find out in which direction I have to move in order to be able to breathe normally again.
Since I have no idea where and how I am lying, I just dig myself up. Hopefully, this is the right way. And indeed, after a few minutes, I manage it. The snow was probably not as deep as I thought. Relieved I breathe in the cool night air. I never thought I would miss this icy cold air here. And speaking of which, by staying in the deep snow, I am now freezing cold. And even the Hobbits are shivering all over.
In the next moment, someone stretches out his hand to me and I look up in surprise. Two ice-blue eyes meet me and I tremble once more. Thank God it is not really noticeable, because I am in the snow and one could easily blame it on the cold.
With a grateful smile I reach for the hand of the elf and I cannot prevent myself from getting nervous. Okay, so much for the resolution to act normal in his presence. Works great so far. I'm about to roll my eyes over myself, but of course, I realize how strange that would seem.
At the next moment, Legolas pulls me out of the snow and I give him a grateful smile. As he smiles at me as well, my heart beats a little faster. Okay, if this damn prince doesn't have a thousand admirers at home, then I don't know what else to do.
In the meantime, the rest of the fellowship has argued about which way to go, as the avalanche makes it impossible to continue in this way. And of course, I was once again too distracted by Legolas to follow their conversation. But since I already know it anyway, it doesn't bother me further.
"Let the ring-bearer decide," Gandalf suddenly speaks, and all eyes are on Frodo. The little hobbit seems a little uncertain and I can more than understand it. Though I know what he will say, his words send a cold shiver down my spine: "We will go through the mines of Moria."
