Disclaimer: I still own nothing, Mr.Tolkien made everything 'cept for Arrow
and the random orcs I made. Besides, if you sued me you'd just get lotsa
LOTR merchandise! I wasted all my money on it.
Authors Note: Eh, I suppose it won't be as 'dramatic' as I hoped. At least for a while. Please please review. Flame. Whatever just make me happy and comment.
Out From the Underworld
Arrow stood in shock as the bright sun invaded her eyes. Lashes veiled her eyes so all she could see was darkness, but she felt warm. Where the sunlight touched her skin it immediately warmed and prickled, giving her a tickling sensation all over. A soft thud announced that Moria's doors had closed behind her, and she felt no desire to go back. Lucky for her she did not want to go back, for if she did, she'd have to wait till nightfall and even then know the password.
Slowly, she raised the lids of her eyes and the bright sun once again entered her vision. Standing patiently for many moments, her eyes adjusted to the blinding light. Her eyes were opened wide, and her curious orbs soaked in every bit of detail she could take. The pebbles which lined the pathways of Moria were not shades of gray as she'd always seen them. Some were ivory, others dark ebony or a light muddy color. A few even had a smooth green plant covering them.
To her left and right were two trees, although she did not know they were called trees, but there they were all the same. Towering over her with budding leaves, and rough brown bark protecting it from some dangers. But her inquisitive gaze saw the markings of an ax in the bark, as if someone had tried to cut it down and thought better of it.
Before her was a wide lake, a diluted sapphire color, with ripples breaking the clear reflection of the sky. The sky! It was the most brilliant blue she'd ever seen, with soft looking things. Milky white, dancing in the wind and painting pictures in the brilliant blue of the sky. Even if she'd been taught to love things for their ability to hurt and kill, she was drawn to beauty. There was not much of it down below in the cold tunnels of Moria, the mine that lacked color and light. And this truly was the most incredible, most beautiful thing she had ever seen in the entire world.
Thankful for the gnawing doubt on the back of her mind that reminded her to hide, she dove out of sight. The orc Pluton had killed, he'd said the Fellowship was coming. Her curious nature had led her to hear quite a few conversations about them she was never to have heard at all, and her curiosity was now at an unquenchable level. She would not be satisfied until she saw them.
After all, she'd only seen the twisted skeletons left of those poor dwarves, reflections of herself, and of course, the orcs who had raised her. Despite her coldness towards them, and the lack of love they'd always shown her, she did 'love' them. They were her family, after all. They'd taken her in when her own kind did not want her. For that she would always be grateful.
Peeking out from behind a large boulder, she watched as two orcs passed her muttering things about humans and elves. One of them said something and the doors to Moria reopened and then returned to the dark underground. Arrow shivered, wondering if she ever could go back. It was so warm up here, so bright, so colorful. Not to mention the smells that had overpowered her senses ever since she made her way out of the mine.
The smell of water, of leaves, of moss, of life! It was all incredible, and all new to her. Why had the orcs shielded this from her anyway? Surely they could see this place was better than that wretched, filthy hole in the ground that they called a mine?
Hours passed, and Arrow soon witnessed her first sunset. The fiery ball dipped beneath the ground, lighting those soft milky objects in the sky with fire. Some burned violet, others blazed a soft carnation hue, and one was alight with a blazing orange color. Of course Arrow knew none of these colors, they were new. But to amuse herself she named them. The purple she called Morine because it reminded her of what the mines looked like when torchlight bounced off the walls. The pink she dubbed Wound, because it was a softer variation of what blood and flame looked like. And the orange she named Melon, the name of the strange fruit she'd once seen Pluton eating that shared a similar shade.
And then the sun vanished completely, and a new orb took its place. A glimmering silver ball that washed down on the water and make it sparkle. The moon, she knew it was called, but it seemed to simple a name for so stunning a thing. And then stars! She was not prepared for the bright twinkles of light that winked at her from the cobalt sky. If she wanted, she could arrange them into shapes and faces.
As she was doing this, she heard approaching footsteps and voices. Expecting more orcs, she crouched behind her rock. But the voices.they were so soft. Gentle, soothing voices, surely they could not be orcs! Nor could those light footfalls belong to any orc, no matter how careful he stepped! The metal tipped boots they wore did not thud gently, as did these feet. Could this be the Fellowship she'd heard so much about?
"Well here we are at last." A voice announced. It was old, a bit throaty and raspy, with just the hint of kindness in its tone. Arrow furrowed her brow, trying to think of what might sound like that when a partly dripping robe appeared before her. It was followed by eight others, all dripping from their knees down. Arrow did not dare to look up and see what creatures they were, for their legs were interesting enough.
Four of them had tiny legs with feet sprouting hair from them. The hair was curled over and matted down by water, and Arrow was right in assuming, the skin of their feet must be very tough. One had soft leathery shoes, and he stepped very lightly. His legs were long and slender. Another had thick boots, as well as short legs. Two had shoes like hers, boots, but without the metal tips. Also long-legged, but not nearly as thin as the other long leg creature. Lastly, two beasts with short hair sprouting all the way up its leg! They had bizarre looking feet, no toes or anything except a metal shoe that seemed to stay on its foot by magic.
"Here the Elven way from Hollin ended." The old voice said again, and Arrow let out a soft sigh of relief. They had not noticed her. Thank Valor these creatures had worse senses than the orcs!
"Yrch." A light voice muttered softly, yet coldly. It chilled Arrow for some reason, but she knew not why.
"Gandalf. The smell of orcs is near." The soft voice said, its tone cold and unforgiving. Whether the creature that possessed this voice sounded this way all the time, or spoke so only in the presence of orcs, Arrow could not guess. But why he didn't like orcs was strange. Unless he was an elf.
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"Now Winter, you know of orcs, humans, and dwarves, do you not?" An orc asked her. She nodded her tiny eight year old head obediently, and gazed into her teachers eyes.
"Good. The last race you need to learn of for today is elves. Elves are very tall, and very bad. They kill orcs and humans without reason with their arrows. They make horrible things that burn your skin and torture your soul. All of them have long hair and cold eyes, so if you see one, never hesitate to kill it. If you don't, it will kill you. They are the vilest of all creatures on Middle-Earth. Nasty vermin, so don't you ever hesitate to kill one before it shoots you with its own arrow." Her teacher lectured, and with that, a seed was planted into her mind. It blossomed into a full-grown idea, that elves were truly evil and would kidnap or kill her adoptive family.
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The company stood still (Arrow could tell because the only noise was now a soft sniffing) and Arrow held her breath. The leather shoed being slowly crept nearer and nearer to her rock. The breath she'd been holding caught in her throat, and she grabbed for her knife. The sword was too heavy to use in a crouching position, as would an ax. Of course archery was out of the picture, but her knife would have to do.
Both of them screamed at once, the elf crying 'Mirkwood! and the girl crying, 'Moria!'. Eight gasps of surprise punctured the tension filled air as she sprang up from her hiding spot. The knife she held was at the throat of what she assumed to be an elf, and his arrow was pointed squarely between her eyes.
Arrow's eyes smoldered as she realized his golden hair was long, his eyes cold, and he held an arrow. An elf! A handsome elf, to be sure, but that did not matter. Orcs were ugly and vile, but were kind enough to take her in. He could be as beautiful as the sun, and still be evil.
Legolas, his hate-filled eyes at expecting an orc quickly changed to surprise. Before him was the strangest looking human he'd ever seen. Untamed maple hair spilled down her shoulders, ending in choppy waves at her midback. Her skin was as pale as the moons light, which fell in shafts around them now. Tall and willowy, but fierce looking all the same in her orc attire. Not to mention the fact she held a weapon to his throat.
Gandalf slowly approached the pair, choosing his words carefully. "Legolas, lower your weapon." He commanded, and Arrow recognized it to be the 'old' voice. Reluctantly, the elf did so, but Arrow did not falter in her hold of the blade.
The wizard cleared his throat, perhaps to let Arrow know he expected her to put her weapon down as well, or maybe he just had phlegm in his throat. That issue was never solved. Arrow did however glance at him, and saw she was right in guessing he was old. He had a wide brimmed hat, but his bushy eyebrows stuck out further than the hats edge. His eyes were miniscule sapphires that looked as if they'd seen a lot, and knew a lot as well.
Arrow guessed him to be a human, for the orcs had never really mentioned wizards. He gently took her hand and lowered it to her side, causing her to fix him with a quizzical look on her face.
"Now, my dear girl, would you please tell us who you are and what you are doing here?" The old one said to her. Arrow was compelled to blurt everything out, but tried to compose herself.
"My name is Wynter, but my family calls me Arrow. Who are you?" The harsh tone in her voice was strange to them. None of them knew any woman who spoke so boldly, much less asked her questions as more of a demand. Gandalf was the first to introduce himself, which prompted the others to follow.
It was curious to her why some had two names, but as she was too busy staring at them all, she couldn't ask why they did. They all looked like her in some sense, but she knew they were males. Aside from herself, she believed all other creatures to be as ugly as the orcs were, but these people made her suddenly feel terribly ugly.
"That is all you are called? Wynter? Arrow?" The one named Aragorn asked her. She nodded as if that was obvious. Why would she be called otherwise?
"Do you have no family name?" Gandalf inquired, and she suddenly realized that's what their second names were. She shook her head, and a strange expression clouded the old mans face.
"Who are your parents?" He asked then, trying a different approach.
"Bonecrusher and Pluton, I suppose." She answered somewhat reluctantly. Now the same curious expression was plastered on all of their faces.
"Orc names." Gimli muttered in disgust. Arrow felt her face grow hot, flushing crimson.
"And what is wrong with orcs?" She demanded of the dwarf (she correctly guessed he was an elf, based on her teacher's description and by the size of the skeletons).
This seemed to cause some tension, as it dawned over them that she was on the side of the orcs. Gandalf suspected (correctly) that she'd been in the care of orcs for some time, and felt she was deeply in their debt.
"You were raised by them?" Gandalf asked her, and she nodded proudly. The arrogant way in which she did so seemed to bother the companions, especially Legolas, who shuddered slightly at the thought.
The moon, which had been veiled by the now silver lined clouds, reappeared. Gandalf shook his head, "I don't have time for this. Gimli, Legolas, keep an eye on her." He commanded. The elf and dwarf reluctantly stepped up to the girl, wondering how any human could survive an orc upbringing.
"She could be a spy of the enemy." Gimli commented after an uncomfortable silence had passed between the three of them. Arrow opened her mouth to protest, but Legolas beat her to it.
"Gandalf did not say he thought she was. Besides, I have never heard of a woman on the dark side." Legolas pointed out. Arrow snarled at him, as if she was insulted by his defense. The elf gave her a sideways glance that stopped her growlings, and she remembered another lesson from her teacher. After orcs, Elves hated dwarves the most.
So that was it! He must resent having to guard someone who was raised by orcs, and share the duty with a dwarf! A smirk blossomed on her lips as Arrow schemed to see how she could make this evil creatures life miserable so long as she must go with them.
"How old are you anyway?" The elf asked her. Arrow gave him a scathing glance, which he returned. "Eighteen." She finally muttered, averting her glance away from his. Now it was his turn to laugh!
"Eighteen! You are but a child." He said, a slight chuckle in his voice. He had mistaken her for older, and had figured her wise enough to see the orcs were not in anyway good. It was some comfort to know she was still very young. But Arrow did not know this, so she again drew her knife to point at the elf.
Legolas did not react in surprise, he merely took the stiletto from her grasp. Arrow let out a strangled cry as he flung it into the water beside them, and Gimli took his hand away from the handle of his ax.
The halfling named Frodo approached from behind them. "I am afraid of the pool, Legolas, don't disturb it." Said he. Legolas looked down at him, trying to hide the look of fondness in his eyes before he agreed to Frodo's plea.
"Gandalf cannot open the doors of Moria. He has forgotten the password." He informed them, and they slowly made there way to where the wizard was trying long forgotten phrases to open the doors. Boromir glanced curiously at Arrow.
"Do you not know the password? Do you, Gimli?" The man asked them, and they both shook there heads. Gimli was about to offer an explanation before Arrow cried out.
"You want to go down into Moria?" She asked in disbelief.
"Yes, Arrow, we need to get through there quickly. Unless you have a helpful message from your orc friends I plead with you to keep quiet and let me think." Gandalf snapped at her.
Arrow gave a most unladylike flop onto the ground outside the caverns. After listening to Aragorn and Gandalf speak in hushed whispers, the man approached her with the explanation of what they were doing.
"Here, Arrow. I will tell you what we are trying to do, but if you listen to our tale, you must come with us until we find a safe place to put you." Aragorn said softly, drawing the attention of the others. The halflings sat beside her, and the others behind Aragorn.
"That's an acceptable agreement to me." She replied, eager to see more of Middle-Earth. And so she heard their tale to the full extent, heard about the ring, about everything when Gandalf suddenly cried out.
"I have it!" The wizard said, a laugh invading his comment. "Absurdly simple, like most riddles when you see the answer!" And with that he pressed his staff against the doors and spoke in a commanding voice, "Mellon!".
"Here is where we see if you keep up your bargain, Arrow." Aragorn whispered, ushering her and the hobbits into the mine.
(( Authors Note: Yay! Three reviews all ready! I love you all, thank you, thank you!
Taffeta Punk-Yes, I got his name from Pluto. Eep, I see lots of fics where people die in the first chapter. I hope mine ish better than theirs. Not likely. -.-;
Amlugwen-Nope, those nasty orcs can't do anything right! Eh, Arrow is not the nicest of people. I call her a Sue-Mary because The Fellowship (so far) does not like her. If you care anyway. ^^;
Amarth-Your wish is my command! You may have only had a two word review, but I did continue, did I not?
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Authors Note: Eh, I suppose it won't be as 'dramatic' as I hoped. At least for a while. Please please review. Flame. Whatever just make me happy and comment.
Out From the Underworld
Arrow stood in shock as the bright sun invaded her eyes. Lashes veiled her eyes so all she could see was darkness, but she felt warm. Where the sunlight touched her skin it immediately warmed and prickled, giving her a tickling sensation all over. A soft thud announced that Moria's doors had closed behind her, and she felt no desire to go back. Lucky for her she did not want to go back, for if she did, she'd have to wait till nightfall and even then know the password.
Slowly, she raised the lids of her eyes and the bright sun once again entered her vision. Standing patiently for many moments, her eyes adjusted to the blinding light. Her eyes were opened wide, and her curious orbs soaked in every bit of detail she could take. The pebbles which lined the pathways of Moria were not shades of gray as she'd always seen them. Some were ivory, others dark ebony or a light muddy color. A few even had a smooth green plant covering them.
To her left and right were two trees, although she did not know they were called trees, but there they were all the same. Towering over her with budding leaves, and rough brown bark protecting it from some dangers. But her inquisitive gaze saw the markings of an ax in the bark, as if someone had tried to cut it down and thought better of it.
Before her was a wide lake, a diluted sapphire color, with ripples breaking the clear reflection of the sky. The sky! It was the most brilliant blue she'd ever seen, with soft looking things. Milky white, dancing in the wind and painting pictures in the brilliant blue of the sky. Even if she'd been taught to love things for their ability to hurt and kill, she was drawn to beauty. There was not much of it down below in the cold tunnels of Moria, the mine that lacked color and light. And this truly was the most incredible, most beautiful thing she had ever seen in the entire world.
Thankful for the gnawing doubt on the back of her mind that reminded her to hide, she dove out of sight. The orc Pluton had killed, he'd said the Fellowship was coming. Her curious nature had led her to hear quite a few conversations about them she was never to have heard at all, and her curiosity was now at an unquenchable level. She would not be satisfied until she saw them.
After all, she'd only seen the twisted skeletons left of those poor dwarves, reflections of herself, and of course, the orcs who had raised her. Despite her coldness towards them, and the lack of love they'd always shown her, she did 'love' them. They were her family, after all. They'd taken her in when her own kind did not want her. For that she would always be grateful.
Peeking out from behind a large boulder, she watched as two orcs passed her muttering things about humans and elves. One of them said something and the doors to Moria reopened and then returned to the dark underground. Arrow shivered, wondering if she ever could go back. It was so warm up here, so bright, so colorful. Not to mention the smells that had overpowered her senses ever since she made her way out of the mine.
The smell of water, of leaves, of moss, of life! It was all incredible, and all new to her. Why had the orcs shielded this from her anyway? Surely they could see this place was better than that wretched, filthy hole in the ground that they called a mine?
Hours passed, and Arrow soon witnessed her first sunset. The fiery ball dipped beneath the ground, lighting those soft milky objects in the sky with fire. Some burned violet, others blazed a soft carnation hue, and one was alight with a blazing orange color. Of course Arrow knew none of these colors, they were new. But to amuse herself she named them. The purple she called Morine because it reminded her of what the mines looked like when torchlight bounced off the walls. The pink she dubbed Wound, because it was a softer variation of what blood and flame looked like. And the orange she named Melon, the name of the strange fruit she'd once seen Pluton eating that shared a similar shade.
And then the sun vanished completely, and a new orb took its place. A glimmering silver ball that washed down on the water and make it sparkle. The moon, she knew it was called, but it seemed to simple a name for so stunning a thing. And then stars! She was not prepared for the bright twinkles of light that winked at her from the cobalt sky. If she wanted, she could arrange them into shapes and faces.
As she was doing this, she heard approaching footsteps and voices. Expecting more orcs, she crouched behind her rock. But the voices.they were so soft. Gentle, soothing voices, surely they could not be orcs! Nor could those light footfalls belong to any orc, no matter how careful he stepped! The metal tipped boots they wore did not thud gently, as did these feet. Could this be the Fellowship she'd heard so much about?
"Well here we are at last." A voice announced. It was old, a bit throaty and raspy, with just the hint of kindness in its tone. Arrow furrowed her brow, trying to think of what might sound like that when a partly dripping robe appeared before her. It was followed by eight others, all dripping from their knees down. Arrow did not dare to look up and see what creatures they were, for their legs were interesting enough.
Four of them had tiny legs with feet sprouting hair from them. The hair was curled over and matted down by water, and Arrow was right in assuming, the skin of their feet must be very tough. One had soft leathery shoes, and he stepped very lightly. His legs were long and slender. Another had thick boots, as well as short legs. Two had shoes like hers, boots, but without the metal tips. Also long-legged, but not nearly as thin as the other long leg creature. Lastly, two beasts with short hair sprouting all the way up its leg! They had bizarre looking feet, no toes or anything except a metal shoe that seemed to stay on its foot by magic.
"Here the Elven way from Hollin ended." The old voice said again, and Arrow let out a soft sigh of relief. They had not noticed her. Thank Valor these creatures had worse senses than the orcs!
"Yrch." A light voice muttered softly, yet coldly. It chilled Arrow for some reason, but she knew not why.
"Gandalf. The smell of orcs is near." The soft voice said, its tone cold and unforgiving. Whether the creature that possessed this voice sounded this way all the time, or spoke so only in the presence of orcs, Arrow could not guess. But why he didn't like orcs was strange. Unless he was an elf.
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"Now Winter, you know of orcs, humans, and dwarves, do you not?" An orc asked her. She nodded her tiny eight year old head obediently, and gazed into her teachers eyes.
"Good. The last race you need to learn of for today is elves. Elves are very tall, and very bad. They kill orcs and humans without reason with their arrows. They make horrible things that burn your skin and torture your soul. All of them have long hair and cold eyes, so if you see one, never hesitate to kill it. If you don't, it will kill you. They are the vilest of all creatures on Middle-Earth. Nasty vermin, so don't you ever hesitate to kill one before it shoots you with its own arrow." Her teacher lectured, and with that, a seed was planted into her mind. It blossomed into a full-grown idea, that elves were truly evil and would kidnap or kill her adoptive family.
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The company stood still (Arrow could tell because the only noise was now a soft sniffing) and Arrow held her breath. The leather shoed being slowly crept nearer and nearer to her rock. The breath she'd been holding caught in her throat, and she grabbed for her knife. The sword was too heavy to use in a crouching position, as would an ax. Of course archery was out of the picture, but her knife would have to do.
Both of them screamed at once, the elf crying 'Mirkwood! and the girl crying, 'Moria!'. Eight gasps of surprise punctured the tension filled air as she sprang up from her hiding spot. The knife she held was at the throat of what she assumed to be an elf, and his arrow was pointed squarely between her eyes.
Arrow's eyes smoldered as she realized his golden hair was long, his eyes cold, and he held an arrow. An elf! A handsome elf, to be sure, but that did not matter. Orcs were ugly and vile, but were kind enough to take her in. He could be as beautiful as the sun, and still be evil.
Legolas, his hate-filled eyes at expecting an orc quickly changed to surprise. Before him was the strangest looking human he'd ever seen. Untamed maple hair spilled down her shoulders, ending in choppy waves at her midback. Her skin was as pale as the moons light, which fell in shafts around them now. Tall and willowy, but fierce looking all the same in her orc attire. Not to mention the fact she held a weapon to his throat.
Gandalf slowly approached the pair, choosing his words carefully. "Legolas, lower your weapon." He commanded, and Arrow recognized it to be the 'old' voice. Reluctantly, the elf did so, but Arrow did not falter in her hold of the blade.
The wizard cleared his throat, perhaps to let Arrow know he expected her to put her weapon down as well, or maybe he just had phlegm in his throat. That issue was never solved. Arrow did however glance at him, and saw she was right in guessing he was old. He had a wide brimmed hat, but his bushy eyebrows stuck out further than the hats edge. His eyes were miniscule sapphires that looked as if they'd seen a lot, and knew a lot as well.
Arrow guessed him to be a human, for the orcs had never really mentioned wizards. He gently took her hand and lowered it to her side, causing her to fix him with a quizzical look on her face.
"Now, my dear girl, would you please tell us who you are and what you are doing here?" The old one said to her. Arrow was compelled to blurt everything out, but tried to compose herself.
"My name is Wynter, but my family calls me Arrow. Who are you?" The harsh tone in her voice was strange to them. None of them knew any woman who spoke so boldly, much less asked her questions as more of a demand. Gandalf was the first to introduce himself, which prompted the others to follow.
It was curious to her why some had two names, but as she was too busy staring at them all, she couldn't ask why they did. They all looked like her in some sense, but she knew they were males. Aside from herself, she believed all other creatures to be as ugly as the orcs were, but these people made her suddenly feel terribly ugly.
"That is all you are called? Wynter? Arrow?" The one named Aragorn asked her. She nodded as if that was obvious. Why would she be called otherwise?
"Do you have no family name?" Gandalf inquired, and she suddenly realized that's what their second names were. She shook her head, and a strange expression clouded the old mans face.
"Who are your parents?" He asked then, trying a different approach.
"Bonecrusher and Pluton, I suppose." She answered somewhat reluctantly. Now the same curious expression was plastered on all of their faces.
"Orc names." Gimli muttered in disgust. Arrow felt her face grow hot, flushing crimson.
"And what is wrong with orcs?" She demanded of the dwarf (she correctly guessed he was an elf, based on her teacher's description and by the size of the skeletons).
This seemed to cause some tension, as it dawned over them that she was on the side of the orcs. Gandalf suspected (correctly) that she'd been in the care of orcs for some time, and felt she was deeply in their debt.
"You were raised by them?" Gandalf asked her, and she nodded proudly. The arrogant way in which she did so seemed to bother the companions, especially Legolas, who shuddered slightly at the thought.
The moon, which had been veiled by the now silver lined clouds, reappeared. Gandalf shook his head, "I don't have time for this. Gimli, Legolas, keep an eye on her." He commanded. The elf and dwarf reluctantly stepped up to the girl, wondering how any human could survive an orc upbringing.
"She could be a spy of the enemy." Gimli commented after an uncomfortable silence had passed between the three of them. Arrow opened her mouth to protest, but Legolas beat her to it.
"Gandalf did not say he thought she was. Besides, I have never heard of a woman on the dark side." Legolas pointed out. Arrow snarled at him, as if she was insulted by his defense. The elf gave her a sideways glance that stopped her growlings, and she remembered another lesson from her teacher. After orcs, Elves hated dwarves the most.
So that was it! He must resent having to guard someone who was raised by orcs, and share the duty with a dwarf! A smirk blossomed on her lips as Arrow schemed to see how she could make this evil creatures life miserable so long as she must go with them.
"How old are you anyway?" The elf asked her. Arrow gave him a scathing glance, which he returned. "Eighteen." She finally muttered, averting her glance away from his. Now it was his turn to laugh!
"Eighteen! You are but a child." He said, a slight chuckle in his voice. He had mistaken her for older, and had figured her wise enough to see the orcs were not in anyway good. It was some comfort to know she was still very young. But Arrow did not know this, so she again drew her knife to point at the elf.
Legolas did not react in surprise, he merely took the stiletto from her grasp. Arrow let out a strangled cry as he flung it into the water beside them, and Gimli took his hand away from the handle of his ax.
The halfling named Frodo approached from behind them. "I am afraid of the pool, Legolas, don't disturb it." Said he. Legolas looked down at him, trying to hide the look of fondness in his eyes before he agreed to Frodo's plea.
"Gandalf cannot open the doors of Moria. He has forgotten the password." He informed them, and they slowly made there way to where the wizard was trying long forgotten phrases to open the doors. Boromir glanced curiously at Arrow.
"Do you not know the password? Do you, Gimli?" The man asked them, and they both shook there heads. Gimli was about to offer an explanation before Arrow cried out.
"You want to go down into Moria?" She asked in disbelief.
"Yes, Arrow, we need to get through there quickly. Unless you have a helpful message from your orc friends I plead with you to keep quiet and let me think." Gandalf snapped at her.
Arrow gave a most unladylike flop onto the ground outside the caverns. After listening to Aragorn and Gandalf speak in hushed whispers, the man approached her with the explanation of what they were doing.
"Here, Arrow. I will tell you what we are trying to do, but if you listen to our tale, you must come with us until we find a safe place to put you." Aragorn said softly, drawing the attention of the others. The halflings sat beside her, and the others behind Aragorn.
"That's an acceptable agreement to me." She replied, eager to see more of Middle-Earth. And so she heard their tale to the full extent, heard about the ring, about everything when Gandalf suddenly cried out.
"I have it!" The wizard said, a laugh invading his comment. "Absurdly simple, like most riddles when you see the answer!" And with that he pressed his staff against the doors and spoke in a commanding voice, "Mellon!".
"Here is where we see if you keep up your bargain, Arrow." Aragorn whispered, ushering her and the hobbits into the mine.
(( Authors Note: Yay! Three reviews all ready! I love you all, thank you, thank you!
Taffeta Punk-Yes, I got his name from Pluto. Eep, I see lots of fics where people die in the first chapter. I hope mine ish better than theirs. Not likely. -.-;
Amlugwen-Nope, those nasty orcs can't do anything right! Eh, Arrow is not the nicest of people. I call her a Sue-Mary because The Fellowship (so far) does not like her. If you care anyway. ^^;
Amarth-Your wish is my command! You may have only had a two word review, but I did continue, did I not?
To Lurkers-REVIEW! Aiii! I must have reviews or I will burst into a ball of flame and go rampaging to Orlando Blooms house and kill him. Not really, though, I love Orli.
Pretty please review? Flame? Make random comments? Type letters that mean nothing what-so-ever? Do something and I'll love you forever! ))