A/N: Just to let you guys know, I got that other story up and running, (literally, read it and you will realize the joke.) I'm slowly running out of ideas for this story, so can you guys help me out with that? I would really appreciate it.
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"Aragorn, do we really need to cross that?" asked a very worried Frodo. "I don't know if I will be able to."
Aragorn gazed at the single rope that was hanging over the river Celebrant. The Fellowship was supposed to cross that single lifeline and continue on their journey to Lothlorien. The idea appeased no one in the Fellowship, even Legolas had second thoughts. He then spoke up.
"I can walk this path, but the others have not the skill. Must they swim?"
Haldir looked at him then answered, "No, we have two more ropes. We will put one at man height and the other at the height of the hobbits and the dwarf. Besides the water is far to cold to even consider swimming, you would freeze before you reached the other bank."
With that he whistled and two more ropes were thrown over. "There, now I think everyone can make the journey. Am I correct in that assumption?"
Grudgingly the Fellowship nodded, but they all hung back; no one wanted to go first.
"Now, who will be willing to go first, that is after me?"
Legolas once again became the voice of the Fellowship, "I will go last, then I may be able to help others," he looked pointedly at Aallieah.
When Haldir noticed this he started to laugh, "Ah, yes, the woman shall need the most help. All women are fragile after all."
Gimili had to put a restraining hand on her shoulder; she looked about ready to kill the elf.
"Well, Master Elf, I see that you have forgotten my little warning from earlier. Let me refresh you memory. I will not hesitate to kill you, touch me and you will loose a hand, look at me and I will gouge out your eyes with my daggers. Do we have an understanding?"
"Yes, little weakling, I think we do. But my must I remind you again, you are currently surrounded by armed elves, you would not get within three feet of me."
That was the boiling point for Aallieah, with a scream of rage she ripped off her cloak and hurtled herself into the air.
"A faerie! Kill her! Kill her!" Haldir roared.
The Fellowship just stood in silence, afraid to distract Aallieah from the fight for her life. She was spinning in the air and dodging arrows with such speed that it was hard to see her.
"Stop!" Aragorn shouted.
Amazingly the arrows stopped flying and they could finally see Aallieah. She was hovering, exhausted. A few more moments and one of the arrows would have hit her.
"Let Galadriel, the Lady, decide what her fate is."
"Why should I do that? A faerie had trespassed on our land, our laws say to kill any faerie that is found here." Haldir thought for a moment then spoke again, "Actually I should kill you all, you helped in this treachery. And you!" He turned to Legolas, "You are almost as bad as the faerie, you scoundrel!"
One of the other elves came up to him and whispered in his ear. Finally the elf walked away.
"Very well, my orders are clear, you are to see the Lady for you judgement. Only you must all be blindfolded, yes even you elf. Also, the faerie's wings must be bound. May the gods have pity on you."
A/N: I know, I know, it was weak. But like I said I'm running out of ideas. Help!