A/N: How do you like it so far? A devious twist to the plot, if I do say so myself. I'll be putting some events in that are only in the books, so if you didn't read them, shame on you. Also, I really like feedback to know whether I suck at writing stories or I'm a brilliant author. Let me know if you like it, and please, no flames, for they will be used to melt chocolate and make peanut butter balls.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Tolkien's characters, so don't sue because there's not much point.

I woke up again around Midnight, and I cuddled under my blanket, ready to fall asleep, but it was far, far away again. I could normally get to sleep, but something was bugging me. I couldn't figure out what it was, so I decided to take a walk. I headed for a small hill nearby, and I sank onto my back and lay there so I could think. I didn't know what was going on inside my mind. I wanted to love, but I didn't feel like I could. I felt the terror of my thoughts creeping up on me. I was not about to give into my feelings, or was I? I was so confused, and I could not figure out what was going on inside my own mind, because I did not know what I was feeling inside my own heart. I decided to distance myself from everyone, even Legolas, because I did not want that kind of heartache again. I heard footsteps, and I became deadly still. I relaxed a little when I realized that they were light steps and did not belong to something that could be a threat. I was in a vulnerable position, with my hair spread out around me like a halo. I was slightly surprised to see the main person I was trying to distance myself from sitting up right next to me. You should be keeping watch, sir.

I can keep watch from here. I wanted to know why you weren't at the campsite with everyone else, sleeping.

I needed to clear my head.

Why is it that you try and distance yourself from everyone when you strive to be alone? I really would like to know why you are having such troubles dealing with your past. I know that you were hurt, but that still doesn't mean that you need to keep yourself distanced from the rest of the world. Do you want someone to talk to to get it off your chest?

No, thank you, but I can deal with this on my own. I'm just out here to clear my head of my thoughts. Legolas stared at me in wonder, and I knew exactly what he was thinking. He was thinking How can such a beautiful person have such a cold past that she felt that she had to distance herself from the world?' I don't know why, but he asked me this question. I couldn't answer him directly. I have had a past like no other that has been known to the Elves, and I am not the same as most, but I shall not talk about my past, for I do not like rekindling the flames of my horrible memories. I said this in an almost icy tone, which was completely unintentional, and it shocked us both. I am sorry for the ice in my voice, but I do not like to bring up the subject of the past. I subconsciously slip into an icy wave of hatred. There are things that I still have not told you about my past, and most of them I will probably never tell you, or for that matter, anyone else. I only want to keep my past behind me.

I am sorry that I have offended you. I did not know, and I did not mean to.

It is all right. I only wish that you could have known before I told you. I do not like to speak in harsh words, but that is what my past has driven me to.

If the past drives you to that, then let us talk of the present. I feel that we will succeed if we do not lose hope, and we keep the faith, for without hope and without faith, we shall truly fail on our mission. Do you feel that you will keep your faith?

Yes, because I never lose hope in something I believe in from the beginning unless it truly fails in the very end, and that is what keeps me going day by day, the thought that there is still hope when what you have hoped for has not completely failed yet. I stopped talking right then and perked up my Elven ears to listen, for I thought I had heard something. Legolas did the same. We looked across the clearing and saw a wolf coming towards us. I knew that there was reason to fear it.

I told Legolas that we should wake the rest of the group, but waking them was not necessary, for they had already awaken at the feeling of the presence of the wolves, which there were now many of. I knew that there must be a way to defeat them, and I was correct. These were mortal wolves, and they could be killed with weapons of any kind. I shot my arrows swiftly and gracefully, and each arrow hit its target directly in the heart, so there was no chance for survival. I was swift with pulling out arrows, as was Legolas I noticed. I was reluctant to stop shooting, but Gandalf had used his staff to ignite the branches of the trees around the circle we fought in. We had to duck down as not to be scorched, all but the hobbits and the dwarf because of their natural shortness. The last arrow for Legolas and I was shot at the same time, and they were lit in flight. The first rays of the dawn were coming as the fight ended, and there was no trace of the battle left save the burnt treetops and a few spent arrows, all of which were in tact except for two, which nothing but the arrowheads remained. We were in awe that there was not even a trace of blood on the ground from the wolves.

These were foul creatures indeed that did not leave even a trace of themselves to prove that there was a battle here, and even more so that we found every arrow used lying on the ground like they had not been used, as if someone had just flung them there for the fun of it, Gandalf commented.

What's up next, Gandalf? the young hobbit and Ringbearer Frodo piped in. Will we continue as planned?

I fear that may be the only choice we have, or else go back to Rivendell defeated, for I fear that if we go back now we would not be able to set out again.

I don't know about all of you, but I would not be able to face the people of Rivendell knowing that we have been defeated. I would go into certain doom before going back defeated without giving all of my efforts into making this happen, Aragorn said with an air of authority, as if that settled the matter. I had to put my word in too.

Though I do not doubt you Aragorn, you talk with a smug tone like you are in command, and you are not the one with the burden on your back. We should let Frodo decide. I felt quite pleased with my remark.

Well excuuuuse me! I was merely voicing my opinion, and I do not think that I am in command. But I think you're right. It is up to Frodo to decide. I had put him in his place! If that wasn't brilliant, I don't know what was! (A/N: I've always wanted to actually say something like that to someone in reality, but I never have enough courage, so I am writing it in my fic!)

What say you Ringbearer? I asked with a formality in my voice that even surprised me.

I think that we should go on, seeing as the cold and cruel things he will do to all will come more swiftly if we turn back. We will at least delay them if we keep going on.

Then onward we shall move, for that is what you request. My heart sank when I realized that we would be heading straight into the mines of Moria, the most dreaded place for Elves, for we feared the darkness, and that is what changed us into Orcs, and that is what Legolas and I would become if we stayed down in the darkness for too long. Legolas knew this as well, I could feel it in his heart, as was my skill, to know what lies in the hearts of others, which I had sought to learn when my own instincts of heart betrayed me, and I sought revenge, and now I only seek peace of heart. None of the fellowship knew of my skill or else they would have either prevented me from coming, or they would not have let their hearts be open for onlookers with the skill to gaze at hearts. I also knew Legolas was to be trusted, but he still hid something that even with my superior skill could not see, for he was trying to block it from his own heart. Exactly what I sought to do. I had to find out what it was. We had been walking for some time now and I didn't notice that we had stopped, being so wrapped up in my thoughts, and I bumped into Legolas, with such surprise that I fell backwards, and he looked at me distraught, and offered me his hand. I ignored it and got up on my own means, to show that I was okay. He looked a little hurt that I had turned down his help, like I had rejected his help. What was he thinking? I had control to see what was in the heart, not the mind, and right now his heart was too confused for me to be able to decipher what his heart was doing at the moment.

We walked on, with Gandalf in front and me heading up the rear. I did not want to be watched by anyone's eyes, for I did not trust the hearts of all, especially those of men, who tended to go with what their minds told them to do. Cursed be the heart of a man who chooses his head at all times. One should not go blindly into battle, but neither should they go into it emotionless or indifferent, for if they go in emotionless, they will have no will to win the battle.

We reached the gates of Moria at high noon, and sat there for more than an hour while Gandalf was trying to figure out the incantation for the gates to open. Boromir grew impatient and threw a rock into the still waters, causing a rippling disturbance on the surface of the water. Aragorn stilled his hand. Do not disturb the waters! I feel the presence of something dark beneath the surface. I read the writing inscribed on the gate once more and contemplated this. Then it hit me. "The Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak Friend and Enter" I could see that it was a riddle, and that all that you needed to know was the elvish word for friend.' Gandalf, why don't you just try using the Elvish word for friend?

Why, it's so crazy it just might work. Mellon.(Friend) With that word the inscriptions became silver, and the doors of the gate of Moria opened, and inside we went, ready to face just about anything. How wrong we were. It is no hall but a tomb! rang out the voice of Boromir in the depths of the silence. We made to get out of there as son as we saw the bodies of the deceased dwarfs, but a horrible creature came out at us like a snake, its tentacles reaching out. One of its long arms came out and grabbed Frodo, and he screamed out for help. Aragorn, Boromir, and I had already drawn our swords. We rushed at the creature, and we fought it , slicing at its tentacles. I screamed to Aragorn, I'll cut off the tentacle if you'll catch him. I can get to the tentacle. With that, he nodded, and we put my plan into action. He readied himself to catch Frodo and I cut off the tentacle, making Frodo fall into Aragorn's arms, and the beast withdrew. But that didn't hold out for long. The creature attacked again, and Gandalf screamed to us, Into the mine!

We ran quickly into the mine, and as I was pulling inside, boulders fell and blocked the doorway. We were trapped, and the only way out was to go through the mines. As I thought of this, a chill ran up my spine. We walked on through the hall, and up the steps. The smell of blood hung in the air, making my lungs start to close up. I started gasping for air, and that did not go unnoticed.

A/N: So how do you like it so far? I'm sorry if you saw the weird first version of the first chap, but I figured out how to fix that problem. Thanks to those that reviewed, your comments were greatly appreciated. Check in every couple of days, because I'll try to keep up with the story, although when spring break ends I'll probably be overloaded with homework getting ready for the sol's, for those who don't know, the standard of learning tests. Please R&R, for reviews are gretly appreciated, but remember, no flames please. I don't have anything to roast or melt right now, but I'll have something later on.