Sorry my chapters are so short. This is a rather small story as compared to my other two. I am currently working on my next fanfiction, the only problem is that it is a Hanson Fanfiction and ff.net is being annoying by removing all of the Music Groups stories! Oh well. I guess it's time for me to make my own site…
Inside it was immensely cooler. The room was huge. The walls were lined with millions of cubbyholes. Each hole contained a single scroll. Some were very long and filled the hole, others were very short. In the center of the room was a very tall lady. She was clothed in a long white robe. She held in her hand a small stamp in her left hand. Her right hand held a candle that looked like a dragon holding a skull. As Legolas approached her, a single scroll flew from its hole and unrolled in front of her. Legolas could see through the scroll because of the candlelight. He was amazed to see that words were appearing on the scroll by themselves. The words stopped. The scroll flattened the bottom of itself. The girl, who before had looked more like a statue because she never moved, tilted the candle over the scroll. Three drops of black wax fell on the scroll. She then stamped the scroll with her stamp. The scroll rolled itself back up and disappeared as it did. Legolas looked at the girl's face and realized that her head was tilted down and her eyes were closed. Legolas began again to walk up to her. Suddenly, a ring appeared in the floor around her. Light shone upwards from it and temporarily blocked the girl from Legolas's view. The light faded and Legolas again faced a dragon. This one was pure white, with completely white eyes. "Why have you come, Legolas, son of Thranduil?" Legolas was surprised that it knew who he was. "I have come to ask for help for a good friend of mine. He is dying and no medicine will help him." The dragon looked at Legolas, and Legolas felt as though the dragon was seeing inside of him, into his very heart and soul. "I know of who you speak. Frodo Baggins of the Shire, also known as Frodo of the Nine Fingers, son of Drogo Baggins. Fostered by Bilbo Baggins. Destroyer of Sauron's Ring. His fate has already been written. It cannot be changed." "NO! You must help him! He is well liked, and it would kill many if he were to pass away. Especially Samwise." A tear slipped from Legolas's eye. He didn't want Frodo to die. "He stands at death's door now. I can see that you care deeply for him. You have faced many dangers in coming here. I applaud you method of moving the guardian of the volcano! I have never seen him flee, nor have I ever seen him move so quickly! You faced the sea dragons, the Illusations, and the guardian with an unwavering heart. You face me now, and I can see no fear of me in your heart. But I still see fear." The dragon began to disappear. "Wait! My only fear is that Frodo will die!"
The dragon reappeared. It stood perfectly still. Another scroll flew from the walls. It flew towards the girl, but was intercepted by the dragon. "I can give him elven immortality, to him and to Sam and Bilbo as well as Gimli, but it requires a sacrifice." Legolas looked up at it. "What kind of sacrifice?"
"Your life."