A/N: I'll probably have a chapter every couple of days once school starts back up, so if I don't write more by the day, It's not my fault. Right now I have a lot of free time to think, though, so I might have a chapter or two a day. The first paragraph will be a little mushy, but it'll get into some action.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that Tolkien wrote.

We walked on in the cave, Legolas and I now in love. I had felt nothing like it, and I did not care about barriers anymore. I had done what I had thought impossible for me. It was a wonderful feeling, to be in love, and I wanted to savor every moment of it.

We walked on in silence, and I had my arms around Legolas. We came to a fork in the path, and Gandalf stopped us. I have no memory of this place. We cannot continue until I know the way. We sat down, while Gandalf paced. We waited there for what seemed like hours. said Gandalf, his voice ringing with enthusiasm.

Gandalf has remembered! cried Sam, happy as he could be.

No, I haven't. The air down this way doesn't smell so foul though, and as I always say, When all else fails, trust your nose.'

With that we went down the right hall, moving at a quick pace, for even Gimli did not want to stay there. We came to a doorway, and went inside. The Chamber of Mazarbul! Gimli exclaimed. He seemed to know the most about it, so we inquired further. The what? Frodo asked.

It's a chamber of records.

We all looked around. Balin's tomb was in the chamber. So he truly is dead. Gimli hung his head in sorrow. I know that he fought to the very end.

Gandalf picked up a book that seemed to be a book of records. He read some inscriptions from it, the only ones which were legible, having not faded or run. It seems that they had a very tragic end indeed.

One which I would not like to meet. said Frodo with utmost insistence. At that moment, as if on cue, we all heard a loud noise resonating through the chamber. Doom, doom, doom, doom, it echoed, with a threatening pandemonium, and we all knew what it was.
Legolas, Aragorn, Boromir and I barred one of the doors. We set to bar the other doors, and Gandalf stopped it. Leave it unlocked, so that we may flee if we get a chance. Legolas and I stood in front, our bows drawn. All of a sudden, it was deathly silent. All stopped. And then they began to break down the door. They already had it open a crack. Legolas and I shot arrows through the open crack, each one hitting it's target. But we knew it would only be a matter of time before it broke. We were ready to face them.

Finally, it happened. They broke the barricade. Wave after wave of orcs came in. Legolas and I masterfully shot our arrows, each time we shot the arrow hitting its target. Gimli swung his ax with a deadly force, and several orcs died at each swing. Aragorn and Boromir skillfully used their swords, and took out many orcs with them. Gandalf used both his sword and his staff. His sword sliced through orcs like any other, but every so often his staff would emit bursts of light, and another orc would disappear in smoke. Even the hobbits were fighting rather well, and killing orcs with their little swords. I noticed that Frodo's sword glowed a blue color, which meant that it was of Elven make.

All of a sudden the waves of orcs stopped coming. We could sense that something else was coming. What, we could not tell just yet. Then, all of a sudden, a creature that seemed to be made out of rock burst through the door, not bothering to duck down and hit its head. It didn't even wince, and it stood up to its full size. They've got a cave troll! Gimli shouted. So it was made of rock. We soon found that arrows and swords were no good on the beast, so we resumed killing the waves of orcs that had now started up again.

All of a sudden, the beast layed his eyes on Frodo, and Legolas and I were the only ones to notice at the time. Frodo leapt out of the way just in time, just as the beast swung its great club. He ducked down behind a pole, and the beast, showing a remarkable act of intelligence, it went the opposite way, surprising Frodo off his feet. The beast had him cornered, and he had no way out. The troll raised his club, and Legolas called to Frodo, making him turn his head, and making the beast miss his target. Legolas jumped onto the troll's back, and he was swung around, but he was able to kill the troll. When the orcs realized that their troll was dead, they turned high tail and ran, but we knew that it wouldn't last for long. We went through the doors of the bridge that we hadn't barred, and didn't stop to rest for a long while. We got to the bridge, and that's when we heard it. A pounding of footsteps, and we saw a red glow.

What kind of beast is it that even the orcs flee? Whatever it is, it cannot be good. We must fly! said Gandalf, with utmost urgency. And fly we did. The bridge was narrow, and it was beginning to crumble. We flew across, but then as half of the Fellowship was across the middle, the bridge cracked, and crumbled into the depths of the underworld. We knew that somehow, the rest of us had to get across. That would be difficult, because the gap was wide, although nothing more than a small leap for an Elf, for anyone else it would be a tremendous jump. I grabbed Pippin and jumped across, landing safely and away from the edge. Aragorn tossed Merry and Sam over, one by one. He made a move to toss Gimli, but he merely replied, I will not be tossed about like a pillow! and with that he jumped across, barely maing it of not for my quick reflexes. Legolas jumped next, alone. Aragorn and Frodo were the only ones left. the gap became suddenly larger, as if trying to prevent the ringbearer from reaching his destinaton.

The piece that they were standed on began to sway, and Aragorn told Frodo to lean his weight forward. They did so, and the bridge came tumbling forward, and they jumped, landing safely on the other side. We ran down the bridge, and we were near the end when the hideous creature caught up to us. Gandalf told us to flee, and we did. We got to the end of the bridge, and turned back, to our horror, seeing Gandalf standing up to the beast alone. Aragorn and Boromir went back, standing a few feet behind him. You cannot stand alone, Aragorn said, and he was truly resolute in staying there. Gandalf suddenly confronted the beast, and the bridge before him crumbled, but even as the beast went down, it's whips lashed around the wise old man's leg, and he fell into the fiery depths of the underworld, but as he was falling, he grabbed the ledge. Aragorn and Boromir went to help him, but as he was hanging, he uttered his last words, Fly you fools, fly! and he was gone. At that moment we did fly, arrows whizzing past our heads as we flew.

We got outside, and we all felt great sorrow, but as I saw the light, a tiny joy filled my body as I soaked in the sun. Aragorn was having us move on, even though we were in mourning. I saw why, and I knew that we did have to move. I knew not where we were going right away, but then Aragorn uttered the name of the place that I most dreaded.

I gave an involuntary shudder at the remembrance of my past, and it was not unnoticed. Is there something wrong? I heard Legolas ask. But I just shook my head. I didn't want them to know about my past just yet. We walked on for several hours, by the light of day, only stopping to rest once. It gave me time to think. I thought about what would happen if I ever returned to Lôthlorien. Whatever happened, it would not be good.

A/N: Pretty good, huh? I really want reviews, so if you'll be so kind, please review. I'm tired of waiting, and I know that there are people out there who want to continue reading my story, so I'll post a chapter for every two POSITIVE reviews that I get. I don't want flames, so if you have one, just stick it up your @$$, because I don't want to read them. Thank you to those of you who reviewed, especially GraciePixie. Jusst remember to get reviews in for me, okay? Okay.