Alrighty...remember, everyone. Feedback is my drug. GIMME GIMME GIMME!! LOL. Thanks to everyone who's kept encouraging me and leaving me feedback. You have no idea how much I love feedback. Mmmmm...feeeeeeedbaaaack. OK, OK, enough with this nonsense. i know it's been a week or two since I last updated this thing. I had a bit of writer's block. But the block is gone, and I'm gonan try and get mroe updates on this. Chapter three will be...well...I'm winging it, so it'll be interesting. Oh and a small note about the Prelogue...as I was reading it for the hundreth time, I finally realized that while the story is set around 94'...When I'm Gone came out just recently. MY bad. LOL. I might change the song beforethis whole deal is over....then again...
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"OWWW! You son of a bitch! That really hurt!" Bryn yelled as Legolas plopped her down on the groud with an unceremonius thud. She had no doubt that she'd have a nice bruise on her backside, and she vowed to get revenge on the Elf, who looked highly amused at her situation.
"Just like an Elf, dear. They claim to be graceful and kind, but they're far from it. All an act, I tell ya," Gimli whispered to her, just loud enough for Legolas to hear. The look that the prince of Mirkwood shot may as well have been from his bow.
"Well, at least SOMEONE here isn't trying to kill me, or at least cause me harm...for the moment. Thank you," she nodded her head, and then glared daggers through Legolas's back. Even though he couldn't see her, as he was facing away and speaking with Aragorn, he could feel her white hot gaze upon his back. He resisted the urge to turn around and tell her to silence her tongue. Who knew what dangers were lurking near the mines of Moria...
"Aye, lass. That I am not. Unless you dare to harm any member of this fellowship...then you WILL feel the might of this axe," Gimli warned, showing her a bit of the blade for emphasis, "But I have a feeling that you are not what he thinks you to be. I believe you're no spy, lass," Gimli smiled and winked at her. She was glad to have one friendly face. If you could call his face friendly... She recalled her initial reaction to seeing him on the mountain, and felt a bit ashamed.
"I...I'm sorry about how I acted...you know, before...up on the mountain, I mean. It's just...well, I've..."
"Never met a dwarf so handsome as myself, eh?" he chortled, " Don't worry, madam. All is forgiven. At least in my eyes," he whispered as he threw a wary look at Legolas. She grinned, and went to shake his hand, and of course, couldn't.
"Could you PLEASE untie me? Seriously...or do you feel threatened by me, Elf boy," she queried, hearing a chuckle coming from Gimli's direction.
"I will tell you for the last time to silence your tongue. Lest some orcs find you and remove it for you," he snapped. She narrowed her eyes, and was about to respond when Gandalf held up his hand.
"Enough," he grumbled, "Young lady, though I know you not, I feel the need to explain something VERY clearly. Our allegiance is to this fellowship and the safety of the ring bearer. If your tongue draws any enemies to us, I have no doubt that Legolas will see fit to leave you behind. So I suggest you lower your voice," Bryn just sat up and stared at him in awe. Legolas, however, looked quite smug and more than satisfied, "And Legolas. I suggest you treat this woman with the respect any lady deserves. And quit bickering with her like a child," With that, Gandalf walked up to the door to the mines.
Ha, Brianna thought. Serves him right for being such an arrogant bastard. She waited for an indignant look or something to cross his face, but she was denied that small pleasure. He refused to look in her direction, and made his way over to Merry and Pippin.
"Don't worry, lass. He probably won't show it, but I'm sure he's feels just a wee bit smaller now," Gimli reassured her as he patted her lightly on the shoulder. She smiled at him gratefully, but kept quiet. Until Gandalf had chastized her, she had forgotten the severity of the situation for this Fellowship. They were all in grave danger and... Bryn smacked herself mentally. It's just a stupid dream, she reminded herself. Eventually, she'd wake up and all of this would be a memory. A horrifying thought then creeped into her mind. What if she DIDN'T wake up? She could be lying by the side of the road in a coma, and be stuck in this nightmarish world forever. A slight gasp escaped her lips as the possibility struck her. She had the sudden urge to run, though from what she wasn't sure. She struggled against her bonds, and cringed as the rope rubbed the already raw skin. Her breath came quicker, and Gimli looked at her with concern, "Are ya alright, lassie?" When he recieved no response, he went to Aragorn, " Aragorn, something is wrong with the girl," Aragorn looked towards her, and saw that she was obviously in some sort of distress. He wasn't so worried that she was ill, as Gimli seemed to think, but his chivalrous nature wouldn't let him ignore her seeming desperation, nonetheless. He made his way over to her and knelt beside her.
"Milady, are you in pain?" he questioned. He had seen Legolas plant her on the ground, and had little doubt she'd have a mark from the landing. When Bryn looked up into his eyes, he saw the tears and also something else reflected in her eyes. Fear.
"I...a bit. My hip is just sore, but my wrists...I think they're bleeding," she stuttered, after Aragorn's voice brought her back into Middle Earth. She blocked the earlier, frightening thought out of her mind. She wouldn't accept that possibility.
Aragorn moved around her a bit so he could check her wrists, only to discover that they were quite raw and that they were indeed bleeding. He silently cursed Legolas for being so rough with this woman, and vowed to say something to him when they were given more time and less danger. He didn't know her intentions, or whether she was a spy for Sauron, but until he DID know...he wasn't about to pass judgment on her. He loosened the ropes and called for Boromir to bring over his medicinal pouch. Bryn glanced at Boromir, after having not really taken much notice of him. He was far more handsome than she had pictured, and seemed to have kind, if not wary, eyes. She thought back on his fate and felt an immediate sadness.
"Is she hurt?" Boromir questioned, loudly enough for Legolas to hear. He hadn't been paying attention to Bryn, and only now realized that Gimli, Boromir and Aragorn stood by her. He snorted with something that could have been considered disgust. She had certainly bewitched them, he thought. He had felt a twinge of guilt for the way he'd dumped her on the ground, and perhaps he'd tied the ropes a bit tight. But it had only been for the sake of the Fellowship. It didn't make any sense for that girl to have been up on that mountain. Couldn't any of them see that? This girl could be a serious threat to the ring bearer and here were Frodo's protecters, coddling her like an infant. No doubt that was the idea. Get her in the midst of the Fellowship, and make sure that they never made it to Mordor. Legolas's anger was fueled once again at the thought, though no one would have seen it. The only think that kept his anger in check, was a tiny little voice from deep in his heart. It warned him of being too quick to judge. That he may be wrong. That perhaps this girl simply was lost, and needed his help. He looked towards where Aragorn was cleansing her wounds. A bit more guilt struck him when he saw the blood that had dried on her wrist. That he had been the source of such brutality - whether it be towards her or anyone other woman - bothered him a great deal. However, he had sworn to protect the Fellowship, and felt that she may be a threat. Maybe. Legolas closed his eyes, and slightly shook his head. Was she bewitching him as well? Was that why his thoughts ran so muddled? He opened his eyes to find Gandalf sitting a few feet away, concentrating on the door to the mines. So lost in his own thoughts, Legolas didn't hear Frodo question Gandalf on the elvish word for friend.
"Mellon," Gandalf muttered.
Everyone's attention turned to the now open door, and Boromir gently helped Bryn stand. He smiled slightly and Brianna nodded her thanks. They walked into the mines, as Gimli told Legolas what he could expect as far as hospitality from the Dwarves. Brianna lowered her head, as she knew what Gimli was about to experience. The dwarves lay dead before them, and Boromir's words struck her hard. A tomb indeed. She'd grown quite fond of the Dwarf in the little time they'd spent talking, and to hear his piercing cry of anguish rocked her to the core. Legolas bent down and picked up a tiny arrow, and threw it down in disgust.
"Goblins," he muttered. He checked to see where Frodo was, and then looked towards the girl. She would no doubt be in danger soon enough, and he was not about to break his promise to Aragorn.
"We never should have come this way," Boromir reminded Gandalf, and Brianna looked up at him. A realization of what was about to happen struck her. The hobbits were backing up, and Brianna knew what was next.
"WAIT!!" she screamed, as she rushed towards Frodo, in hopes that she could push him out of the way before the large tentacle wrapped around his ankle. She was about a foot away, just out of arms reach, when Frodo slid back and was dragged towards the lake.
"Strider!" Sam yelled, drawing Aragorn's attention to Frodo. Pippin and Merry were already trying to attack the foul beast and had no luck, as more tentacles appearred and shoved them away. Bryn ran forward, though she had no clue as to what she actually planned on doing, but found her arm caught in the strong grip of Legolas.
"No," he warned her quietly. She stood back a bit, and watched as Aragorn and Boromir hacked away at the creature that had now risen about the water. As it dropped Frodo, Boromir caught him and carried him back to the shore.
"Into the mines!"
Legolas grasped her arm and ran into the mines, with the rest of the fellowship not far behind. The creature tried to give chase, but ended up collapsing the entrance on itself. The cave was draped in darkness, and Gandalf used his staff to give a bit of light.
"We have now but one choice. We must face the long dark of Moria. Be on your guard. There are older and fouler things than Orks in the deep places of the world," Gandalf warned as the group moved slowly forward, "Quietly now. It's a four day journey to the other side. Let us hope that our presence may go unnoticed,"
Hours later...
"I have no memory of this place," Gandalf said warily, as he stared at the three doors before him. He sat on a rock, just in front of them and began concentrating. On what, Brianna would only guess. The hobbits and Gimli all plopped down on the ground, obviously weary from their walk. All except Frodo, who stood to himself, overlooking the immense mines. Aragorn and Boromir sat on a set of stairs, smoking and conversing amongst themselves. Legolas and Brianna stood not far away, watching the hobbits.
"How did you know?" Legolas whispered. He looked at her suspisciously, and she rolled her eyes.
"Know what?" she responded haughtily, suspecting he meant about the creature.
"How did you know Frodo was in danger?" He asked, annoyed at her childish behavior. He knew he wasn't behaving much better than a child himself, but she drew out something in him which made him lash out. His protectiveness of the Fellowship, he assumed.
"I..." How did she explain it? She couldn't exactly say that she'd read all about this in a book from another world, and that in fact this was all a dream conjured up by her overactive imagination. He'd likely throw her over the nearby cliff, "I just had a feeling," she sighed. It was partially true, anyway.
He looked at her, and seemed to accept her explanation for the moment. She wasn't sure if he believed her or not. It suddenly dawned on her that she wanted him to believe her. She wasn't fond of being thought of as a liar, as she was an honest person, but it was almost as if she felt the need to prove herself to the Elf. She snorted at the thought. He's not real. THIS wasn't real. She was trying to prove herself to an individual who didn't even exist. If that wasn't a fruitless task...
"You know...I'm not a spy," she told him, looking him in the eyes. God, they were beautiful.
"What spy of any worth would admit such?" he retorted, matching her stare. He hadn't noticed up until now, but her eyes were the most brilliant shade of green. The color of Mirkwood Forest in its finest glory.
"You never even asked me how I came to BE on that mountain. So please don't get all smarty pants on me, alright?"
Legolas wasn't sure what 'smarty pants' was, but he ventured it wasn't nice, "Alright then. What WERE you doing up there then?"
Brianna blinked. She hadn't thought that far. She couldn't exactly tell him the truth, but there was nothing even NEAR the truth that would make any sense, "I...I don't know," she mumbled, looking down.
"You don't know," Legolas was confused. How does one not know something like that. Unless she was lying, "I don't believe you," he said quietly, taking his attention back up to Gandalf, who was conversing with Frodo.
"I don't remember, ok?" she told him desperately, "I don't know how I got up there because I can't remember,"
Legolas glanced back down at her, and could see in her eyes that she was telling the truth. She didn't remember. That didn't mean she wasn't a spy...just that she didn't remember being a spy. He shook his head in near disgust at his paranoia.
Brianna saw him shake his head, and had to fight the urge to yell at the top of her lungs, "Fine. Don't believe me. But, I'm telling the truth," she muttered, as she sat down with a look of utter depression etched on her face. He glanced down at her, realizing she had mistook his self deprecation for disbelief. He slid down next to her, and looked down a moment more before glancing at her. She had her head hung, and he felt a swell of pity for her.
"What is your name?" he asked her gently. The thought that he had never asked her name added to his guilt.
"What?" she queried, not sure if she'd heard the question right.
"Your name? What can I call you? You DO remember that, don't you?" he smirked lightly, to let her know he was only teasing.
"Brianna Morgan. but most people just call me Bryn," she replied, returning a bit of the smile he sent towards her. At last, she thought. Perhaps he wasn't such a cold hearted bastard...
"Brianna..." he whispered. It was a beautiful name. Almost sounded Elvish, "I believe you don't remember,"
Her eyes widened just a bit, and she let out a sigh of relief. Then it dawned on her that he hadn't said that he didn't think she was a spy. Just that she didn't remember. She opened her mouth to ask him if that was the case, when...
"Ah! It's that one!" Gandalf exclaimed as he stood.
"He's remembered!," Merry claimed, excited to be moving forward again. The group followed Merry towrads the path Gandalf was taking.
"No," Gandalf revealed," but the air doesn't smell so foul down here. If in doubt, Merriadoc, always follow your nose,"
They made their way down the stairs and entered the Dwarf City, Brianns gazed in awe. It was quite beautiful, with it's ever tall pillars as far as the eye could see. Only when they reached a doorway, did anyone make a sound. Gimli's cry of anguish immediately drew her attention to the Dwarf as he ran inside what she assumed was Balin's Tomb. She closed her eyes in sadness as the Dwarf, once again, had to be filled with sorrow at the loss of his cousin. Everyone went into the room, and Bryn went over to the weeping dwarf to offer what comfort she could. Gandalf explained that Balin was indeed gone, as he had feared. He picked up a journal from one of the corpses, and read aloud the final moments of the Dwarves of Moria. As he finished, a sound drew everyone's attention to Pippin. Brianna's heart sank as she watched the skeleton fall into the well. She knew what was to come, and fear gripped her. She would have warned them, but the words wouldn't come. She simply went over to Legolas, and waited for the inevitable.
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"OWWW! You son of a bitch! That really hurt!" Bryn yelled as Legolas plopped her down on the groud with an unceremonius thud. She had no doubt that she'd have a nice bruise on her backside, and she vowed to get revenge on the Elf, who looked highly amused at her situation.
"Just like an Elf, dear. They claim to be graceful and kind, but they're far from it. All an act, I tell ya," Gimli whispered to her, just loud enough for Legolas to hear. The look that the prince of Mirkwood shot may as well have been from his bow.
"Well, at least SOMEONE here isn't trying to kill me, or at least cause me harm...for the moment. Thank you," she nodded her head, and then glared daggers through Legolas's back. Even though he couldn't see her, as he was facing away and speaking with Aragorn, he could feel her white hot gaze upon his back. He resisted the urge to turn around and tell her to silence her tongue. Who knew what dangers were lurking near the mines of Moria...
"Aye, lass. That I am not. Unless you dare to harm any member of this fellowship...then you WILL feel the might of this axe," Gimli warned, showing her a bit of the blade for emphasis, "But I have a feeling that you are not what he thinks you to be. I believe you're no spy, lass," Gimli smiled and winked at her. She was glad to have one friendly face. If you could call his face friendly... She recalled her initial reaction to seeing him on the mountain, and felt a bit ashamed.
"I...I'm sorry about how I acted...you know, before...up on the mountain, I mean. It's just...well, I've..."
"Never met a dwarf so handsome as myself, eh?" he chortled, " Don't worry, madam. All is forgiven. At least in my eyes," he whispered as he threw a wary look at Legolas. She grinned, and went to shake his hand, and of course, couldn't.
"Could you PLEASE untie me? Seriously...or do you feel threatened by me, Elf boy," she queried, hearing a chuckle coming from Gimli's direction.
"I will tell you for the last time to silence your tongue. Lest some orcs find you and remove it for you," he snapped. She narrowed her eyes, and was about to respond when Gandalf held up his hand.
"Enough," he grumbled, "Young lady, though I know you not, I feel the need to explain something VERY clearly. Our allegiance is to this fellowship and the safety of the ring bearer. If your tongue draws any enemies to us, I have no doubt that Legolas will see fit to leave you behind. So I suggest you lower your voice," Bryn just sat up and stared at him in awe. Legolas, however, looked quite smug and more than satisfied, "And Legolas. I suggest you treat this woman with the respect any lady deserves. And quit bickering with her like a child," With that, Gandalf walked up to the door to the mines.
Ha, Brianna thought. Serves him right for being such an arrogant bastard. She waited for an indignant look or something to cross his face, but she was denied that small pleasure. He refused to look in her direction, and made his way over to Merry and Pippin.
"Don't worry, lass. He probably won't show it, but I'm sure he's feels just a wee bit smaller now," Gimli reassured her as he patted her lightly on the shoulder. She smiled at him gratefully, but kept quiet. Until Gandalf had chastized her, she had forgotten the severity of the situation for this Fellowship. They were all in grave danger and... Bryn smacked herself mentally. It's just a stupid dream, she reminded herself. Eventually, she'd wake up and all of this would be a memory. A horrifying thought then creeped into her mind. What if she DIDN'T wake up? She could be lying by the side of the road in a coma, and be stuck in this nightmarish world forever. A slight gasp escaped her lips as the possibility struck her. She had the sudden urge to run, though from what she wasn't sure. She struggled against her bonds, and cringed as the rope rubbed the already raw skin. Her breath came quicker, and Gimli looked at her with concern, "Are ya alright, lassie?" When he recieved no response, he went to Aragorn, " Aragorn, something is wrong with the girl," Aragorn looked towards her, and saw that she was obviously in some sort of distress. He wasn't so worried that she was ill, as Gimli seemed to think, but his chivalrous nature wouldn't let him ignore her seeming desperation, nonetheless. He made his way over to her and knelt beside her.
"Milady, are you in pain?" he questioned. He had seen Legolas plant her on the ground, and had little doubt she'd have a mark from the landing. When Bryn looked up into his eyes, he saw the tears and also something else reflected in her eyes. Fear.
"I...a bit. My hip is just sore, but my wrists...I think they're bleeding," she stuttered, after Aragorn's voice brought her back into Middle Earth. She blocked the earlier, frightening thought out of her mind. She wouldn't accept that possibility.
Aragorn moved around her a bit so he could check her wrists, only to discover that they were quite raw and that they were indeed bleeding. He silently cursed Legolas for being so rough with this woman, and vowed to say something to him when they were given more time and less danger. He didn't know her intentions, or whether she was a spy for Sauron, but until he DID know...he wasn't about to pass judgment on her. He loosened the ropes and called for Boromir to bring over his medicinal pouch. Bryn glanced at Boromir, after having not really taken much notice of him. He was far more handsome than she had pictured, and seemed to have kind, if not wary, eyes. She thought back on his fate and felt an immediate sadness.
"Is she hurt?" Boromir questioned, loudly enough for Legolas to hear. He hadn't been paying attention to Bryn, and only now realized that Gimli, Boromir and Aragorn stood by her. He snorted with something that could have been considered disgust. She had certainly bewitched them, he thought. He had felt a twinge of guilt for the way he'd dumped her on the ground, and perhaps he'd tied the ropes a bit tight. But it had only been for the sake of the Fellowship. It didn't make any sense for that girl to have been up on that mountain. Couldn't any of them see that? This girl could be a serious threat to the ring bearer and here were Frodo's protecters, coddling her like an infant. No doubt that was the idea. Get her in the midst of the Fellowship, and make sure that they never made it to Mordor. Legolas's anger was fueled once again at the thought, though no one would have seen it. The only think that kept his anger in check, was a tiny little voice from deep in his heart. It warned him of being too quick to judge. That he may be wrong. That perhaps this girl simply was lost, and needed his help. He looked towards where Aragorn was cleansing her wounds. A bit more guilt struck him when he saw the blood that had dried on her wrist. That he had been the source of such brutality - whether it be towards her or anyone other woman - bothered him a great deal. However, he had sworn to protect the Fellowship, and felt that she may be a threat. Maybe. Legolas closed his eyes, and slightly shook his head. Was she bewitching him as well? Was that why his thoughts ran so muddled? He opened his eyes to find Gandalf sitting a few feet away, concentrating on the door to the mines. So lost in his own thoughts, Legolas didn't hear Frodo question Gandalf on the elvish word for friend.
"Mellon," Gandalf muttered.
Everyone's attention turned to the now open door, and Boromir gently helped Bryn stand. He smiled slightly and Brianna nodded her thanks. They walked into the mines, as Gimli told Legolas what he could expect as far as hospitality from the Dwarves. Brianna lowered her head, as she knew what Gimli was about to experience. The dwarves lay dead before them, and Boromir's words struck her hard. A tomb indeed. She'd grown quite fond of the Dwarf in the little time they'd spent talking, and to hear his piercing cry of anguish rocked her to the core. Legolas bent down and picked up a tiny arrow, and threw it down in disgust.
"Goblins," he muttered. He checked to see where Frodo was, and then looked towards the girl. She would no doubt be in danger soon enough, and he was not about to break his promise to Aragorn.
"We never should have come this way," Boromir reminded Gandalf, and Brianna looked up at him. A realization of what was about to happen struck her. The hobbits were backing up, and Brianna knew what was next.
"WAIT!!" she screamed, as she rushed towards Frodo, in hopes that she could push him out of the way before the large tentacle wrapped around his ankle. She was about a foot away, just out of arms reach, when Frodo slid back and was dragged towards the lake.
"Strider!" Sam yelled, drawing Aragorn's attention to Frodo. Pippin and Merry were already trying to attack the foul beast and had no luck, as more tentacles appearred and shoved them away. Bryn ran forward, though she had no clue as to what she actually planned on doing, but found her arm caught in the strong grip of Legolas.
"No," he warned her quietly. She stood back a bit, and watched as Aragorn and Boromir hacked away at the creature that had now risen about the water. As it dropped Frodo, Boromir caught him and carried him back to the shore.
"Into the mines!"
Legolas grasped her arm and ran into the mines, with the rest of the fellowship not far behind. The creature tried to give chase, but ended up collapsing the entrance on itself. The cave was draped in darkness, and Gandalf used his staff to give a bit of light.
"We have now but one choice. We must face the long dark of Moria. Be on your guard. There are older and fouler things than Orks in the deep places of the world," Gandalf warned as the group moved slowly forward, "Quietly now. It's a four day journey to the other side. Let us hope that our presence may go unnoticed,"
Hours later...
"I have no memory of this place," Gandalf said warily, as he stared at the three doors before him. He sat on a rock, just in front of them and began concentrating. On what, Brianna would only guess. The hobbits and Gimli all plopped down on the ground, obviously weary from their walk. All except Frodo, who stood to himself, overlooking the immense mines. Aragorn and Boromir sat on a set of stairs, smoking and conversing amongst themselves. Legolas and Brianna stood not far away, watching the hobbits.
"How did you know?" Legolas whispered. He looked at her suspisciously, and she rolled her eyes.
"Know what?" she responded haughtily, suspecting he meant about the creature.
"How did you know Frodo was in danger?" He asked, annoyed at her childish behavior. He knew he wasn't behaving much better than a child himself, but she drew out something in him which made him lash out. His protectiveness of the Fellowship, he assumed.
"I..." How did she explain it? She couldn't exactly say that she'd read all about this in a book from another world, and that in fact this was all a dream conjured up by her overactive imagination. He'd likely throw her over the nearby cliff, "I just had a feeling," she sighed. It was partially true, anyway.
He looked at her, and seemed to accept her explanation for the moment. She wasn't sure if he believed her or not. It suddenly dawned on her that she wanted him to believe her. She wasn't fond of being thought of as a liar, as she was an honest person, but it was almost as if she felt the need to prove herself to the Elf. She snorted at the thought. He's not real. THIS wasn't real. She was trying to prove herself to an individual who didn't even exist. If that wasn't a fruitless task...
"You know...I'm not a spy," she told him, looking him in the eyes. God, they were beautiful.
"What spy of any worth would admit such?" he retorted, matching her stare. He hadn't noticed up until now, but her eyes were the most brilliant shade of green. The color of Mirkwood Forest in its finest glory.
"You never even asked me how I came to BE on that mountain. So please don't get all smarty pants on me, alright?"
Legolas wasn't sure what 'smarty pants' was, but he ventured it wasn't nice, "Alright then. What WERE you doing up there then?"
Brianna blinked. She hadn't thought that far. She couldn't exactly tell him the truth, but there was nothing even NEAR the truth that would make any sense, "I...I don't know," she mumbled, looking down.
"You don't know," Legolas was confused. How does one not know something like that. Unless she was lying, "I don't believe you," he said quietly, taking his attention back up to Gandalf, who was conversing with Frodo.
"I don't remember, ok?" she told him desperately, "I don't know how I got up there because I can't remember,"
Legolas glanced back down at her, and could see in her eyes that she was telling the truth. She didn't remember. That didn't mean she wasn't a spy...just that she didn't remember being a spy. He shook his head in near disgust at his paranoia.
Brianna saw him shake his head, and had to fight the urge to yell at the top of her lungs, "Fine. Don't believe me. But, I'm telling the truth," she muttered, as she sat down with a look of utter depression etched on her face. He glanced down at her, realizing she had mistook his self deprecation for disbelief. He slid down next to her, and looked down a moment more before glancing at her. She had her head hung, and he felt a swell of pity for her.
"What is your name?" he asked her gently. The thought that he had never asked her name added to his guilt.
"What?" she queried, not sure if she'd heard the question right.
"Your name? What can I call you? You DO remember that, don't you?" he smirked lightly, to let her know he was only teasing.
"Brianna Morgan. but most people just call me Bryn," she replied, returning a bit of the smile he sent towards her. At last, she thought. Perhaps he wasn't such a cold hearted bastard...
"Brianna..." he whispered. It was a beautiful name. Almost sounded Elvish, "I believe you don't remember,"
Her eyes widened just a bit, and she let out a sigh of relief. Then it dawned on her that he hadn't said that he didn't think she was a spy. Just that she didn't remember. She opened her mouth to ask him if that was the case, when...
"Ah! It's that one!" Gandalf exclaimed as he stood.
"He's remembered!," Merry claimed, excited to be moving forward again. The group followed Merry towrads the path Gandalf was taking.
"No," Gandalf revealed," but the air doesn't smell so foul down here. If in doubt, Merriadoc, always follow your nose,"
They made their way down the stairs and entered the Dwarf City, Brianns gazed in awe. It was quite beautiful, with it's ever tall pillars as far as the eye could see. Only when they reached a doorway, did anyone make a sound. Gimli's cry of anguish immediately drew her attention to the Dwarf as he ran inside what she assumed was Balin's Tomb. She closed her eyes in sadness as the Dwarf, once again, had to be filled with sorrow at the loss of his cousin. Everyone went into the room, and Bryn went over to the weeping dwarf to offer what comfort she could. Gandalf explained that Balin was indeed gone, as he had feared. He picked up a journal from one of the corpses, and read aloud the final moments of the Dwarves of Moria. As he finished, a sound drew everyone's attention to Pippin. Brianna's heart sank as she watched the skeleton fall into the well. She knew what was to come, and fear gripped her. She would have warned them, but the words wouldn't come. She simply went over to Legolas, and waited for the inevitable.