Note to a certain someone named Sunsong.

I am here to prove that Silmarien is a name from the world of Tolkien and here is my proof, taken from the very source itself:

This is the Silmarien from the book, she has no relation to my character whatsoever, and I am just here to tell little Miss Sunsong that she is not as smart as she thinks she is.

Silmarien: The only daughter and eldest child of King Tar-Elendil of Numenor. She was born in the year 548 Second Age, while Numenor was still young and its people uncorrupted. Although she was the eldest child of the King, after her father's death she was prohibited from receiving the Scepter, for the laws of that time allowed only male heirs to rule in Numenor (this law was afterwards changed; see Note under LORDS OF ANDUNIE). Her younger brother became King in her place, as Tar-Meneldur. Nonetheless, it was through the Lady Silmarien that the House of Elendil traced its lineage back to Elros Tar-Minyatur and the still more ancient High-elven ancestry. Her son Valandil became the first Lord of Andunie- a fair western province of Numenor- and from Valandil were descended Amandil and his son Elendil. From Elendil the Tall were descended all the Kings of Arnor and Gondor.
As I have said before, this summary of Silmarien has nothing to do with my character, but is just proof that there was indeed a Silmarien in the course of History through the famous world of J.R.R Tolkien.
I will go on with the story.

A Journey in the Dark

Mari grumbled as she walked. She was in a very foul mood. She had heard Boromir joking about how Mari needed protection and would not last well on her own. Mari had been very mad. She would prove them all wrong. Sillaluna was strangely silent as Mari inwardly fumed in anger.

"The Walls of Moria," said Gimli, wonder and respect in his voice. Mari brought up her head and stared at the cliff faces of Moria. Actually, they were quite magnificent.

"Don't worry milady, the darkness isn't all that bad once you get used to it," whispered Boromir to Mari. This time, she did something that was completely uncharacteristic. She whipped out her twin knives with frightening speed and pointed one at his throat and the other at his heart.

"You will stop now. You will hear me, and you will respect me. Do I make myself absolutely clear?" she asked in a dangerously soft voice dripping with venom. Boromir, along with the rest of the Fellowship, stared at her in awe and shock. He nodded slightly; eyes wide open with something akin to fear. She sheathed her knives and walked past, purposely shoving him with her elbow. Everyone was quiet. Especially Boromir.

Gandalf walked to the entrance and began to mutter some phrases about starlight and moonlight and suddenly, doors as bright as the heavens emerged upon the cliff walls. He then started to list off some possible passwords that were quite ineffective.

Something in Mari's mind seemed to click. She ran over to Frodo and began to whisper in his ear.

"Frodo, it's a riddle on the door. Speak friend and enter. Ask Gandalf what the elvish word for friend is and it will work," whispered the black haired being to Frodo. He nodded and ran over to Gandalf. Mari gazed at Frodo's retreating form and shook her head. She was stronger than Frodo, but being female made her lose any respect from the others.

She thought back to the time Legolas had told her about those leaves, and then treated her wound. She suddenly hated herself for it. He thought she couldn't care for herself, so he had pitied her and helped her. Mari screamed at herself internally and vowed not to let anyone help her if she could help it. 'Let them see whose weak now!' she thought to herself. Sillaluna caught her little looks of anger.

"*Silmarien, I know what you are thinking, don't let yourself be hurt by comments such as these. Boromir does not know what he is saying. The ring is taking his mind and forcing him to say things he does not mean to say. As for that Elf, he does not discriminate against you. He helped as he would to any other that had wounds. *" Sillaluna's words of wisdom lightened Mari a little. Though she still wanted to stay true to her vow, she felt somewhat better.

"Mari? Are you feeling all right?" asked a worried Pippin to Mari. "Because, you know, you kind of freaked ol' Boromir there. He was only trying to sound concerned."

"I'm fine and dandy, nothing to be worried about! Not my fault at all if Boromir decides to make and arse of himself. I'll show him I can fight for myself and DO EVERYTHING MYSELF!" Mari said, uncharacteristically raising her voice. But nothing more was to be said, for Frodo had spoken the words and the walls of Moria had slowly began to open in a sinister fashion. "Oh my." she whispered when she beheld the great doors opening.

Suddenly, she felt something strange come over her. She looked towards the water instantly, feeling some sort of foreboding from that area. She was puzzled. Very puzzled. But soon, her suspicions were heightened when she saw the water begin to ripple ever so slowly. That didn't look right at all. She did the only thing sensible at a time like this.

"Someone, anyone, I think there is something odd living in that lake." Said Mari to anyone that would listen. No one heard but Legolas, who turned and looked at the lake, and unfortunately Boromir, who scoffed.

"My lady, now is not a time to be stating your fears of water, there is a quest at hand," he said harshly. Legolas seemed to be squinting at the water.

"Do not bring judgment so harshly Boromir, I agree with her, there is something odd about that lake, but we must not tarry on it, for already we lag behind," said Legolas in a firm and steady voice. He turned and began walking into the mine, followed closely by Boromir. Mari turned and took one last look before making her way also into the mine. She arrived to see Boromir positively shuddering.

"This is no mine, it's a tomb," said Boromir, uttering the last word in a shuddering cryptic voice. Mari, though she hated agreeing with anything she said now, agreed with him. The place more resembled a tomb, a very large one at that. Legolas snatched up and arrow imbedded in a dwarf's chest.

"Goblins," he said disgustedly before taking an arrow from his quiver and placing it on his bow. Everyone else also readied their weapons hurriedly. Mari took out her knives and Sillaluna took up the pleasurable duty of sharpening her claws with a menacing look in her green eyes. She then hopped up onto Mari's shoulder.

"Everybody out! OUT! We should have never come!" yelled a voice; no one was sure whose it was. Before anyone could make their way out, there was a wail and all snapped around. Frodo was being roughly dragged out by a serpentine-like tentacle wrapped around his ankles. The hobbits all began to panic and Sillaluna sprinted her way to the battle scene. Mari soon followed, hot at her heels. Frodo was dangling by his ankle, a look of utter terror on his face. Aragorn ran past her and into the water, slashing wildly at the tentacles. Mari shook herself and ran in too, slashing at whatever part of the monster that came into contact with her knives. She felt and arrow whiz past her head and she whirled around. Her eyes connected with Legolas's briefly before she turned and began to fight again. Mari soon found that this was not a fight Sillaluna would be safe in, for the cat most likely did not bode well with water. Mari grabbed the small black cat and thrust her out.

"Luna, sit this one out, I can't let you die!" yelled Mari. Sillaluna looked at her briefly before nodding her feline head. Aragorn had successfully gotten Frodo out of the tangle and all were heading out and going quickly into the caves. The horrible creature began to follow, but Legolas shot in the face with one of his arrows. Mari mentally thanked him. The wall caved in behind the entire fellowship as they were soon cast in darkness. Mari felt a familiar feeling of claws on her shoulder and heard a small meow.

"It looks as though we have no choice. We must take the passage through Moria. It will be a four-day journey to the other side. Be on your guard, there are older and more foul things than orcs in the darkness of Khazad-Dum," growled Gandalf. Mari stared, a bit stunned. It was so.dark. Sillaluna was meowing a bit in distress. It was quite obvious what she thought of caves. Mari looked over to Legolas saw his usually fair face extremely pale. She walked over, for she still owed him a great deal for getting rid of her scars.

"What's wrong, er, sir?" asked Mari, she wasn't sure what sort of formality to use. But in doing so, she made Legolas smile.

"You don't need to call me sir, Legolas is just fine. Do you not hate caves?" asked Legolas in curiosity.

"You didn't answer the question, Legolas. But, since I'm not the type who changes the subject when I don't want to answer." she coughed falsely, causing Legolas to let out a small chuckle.

"Forgive me, I simply do not enjoy being under the ground where all traces of fresh air are cut off. But my question still stands. Do you like caves?" he asked.

"I've never been in a cave, so I wouldn't be able to answer, would I?"

"I suppose not, well, I hope you.enjoy.your first experience," he said, straining the word enjoy. He obviously hated caves. Gandalf began to speak, causing them to perk up their ears.

"I have no memory of this place," he whispered, confusion and worry in his voice.