A/N: This chapter is even longer, whoo hoo! *does a victory dance* Ok... I'm ok... I'm ok.... I think... .

Disclaimer: Do we have to do this? You KNOW I don't own any of these characters(unfortunately) and you KNOW I ain't Tolkien. Well I only own me, ok? ONLY ME!

Caradhras and Snowball Fights

Damn it all. It was COLD. Frodo fell to the ground and Strider helped him up. Frodo seemed to have a difficult time... oh wait, I looked over at Boromir, who was holding this ring. He looked sort of high... I think he ate one of my Pixie Stix. I shrugged and Legolas raised a brow at me. Aragorn put his hand on his sword, ready to draw it and slice Boromir's head off, aww, what I would've given to see that!

"Boromir," Aragorn said, "Give the Ring to Frodo." Boromir ignored him and kept looking at the Ring.

"It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much over so small a thing." He paused and looked at it again, "Such a little thing.." It looked like he was going to put it on... and I just stood there, with my mouth open.

"Boromir!" exclaimed Aragorn, awaking Boromir from his trance. "Give the Ring to Frodo." I looked over at Frodo, who looked like he was going to shit in his pants, poor little thing, and then stared at Boromir again.

"As you wish," he said, holding out the Ring to Frodo, he took it quickly. "I care not." He laughed at ruffled Frodo's hair. I felt like saying, 'Dude, he's not a dog,' but decided to keep it to myself. Aragorn let go of his sword and everyone kept walking. I decided that Boromir was one strange dude. After what seemed like an eternity of walking, Gandalf decided to stop so we can rest our friggin' frostbitten feet. I felt bad for the hobbits.. no shoes. I was sitting on the snow and playing with it like I did with sand at the beach. I heard someone sit down next to me. It was the very hot Prince of Mirkwood himself. I thought I was going to drool right then and there, but I held it back. I formed a big piece of snow into a snowball and threw it at Strider. Gandalf gave me a look of 'Now is not the time to joke around,' and then I threw one at him too. Soon enough, Merry and Pippin caught on and we started a snowball war! It was me, Merry, Pippin, Sam, Frodo, and Gandalf, against Boromir, Gimli, Strider, and Legolas. Everyone was having fun... I made sure of it.

After some time, we had to leave again. I shook the snow off me, and Legolas walked up to me and took some off my hair.

"There you go," he said, "Good as new." I smiled at him and we continued walking. Everyone was LITERALLY in the snow while Legolas was walking on it, leaving a little footprint.

"There is a fell voice on the air," Legolas said, looking out into nowhere.

"Its Saruman!" Gandalf yelled, and at the same time, rocks and snow narrowly missed us and fell down below.

"He's trying to bring down the mountain!" Aragorn yelled. "Gandalf, we must head back!"

"No!" he said as he shook his head. He walked over to the ledge and started chanting in Sindarin. All of a sudden, a big arse pile of snow fell on top of us. I screamed.

"OH MY GOD! THIS IS FREEZING!" I was shivering my arse off and Legolas helped me out of the snow. To my guess, he was the first one out. Everyone got out okay, but still... we could've died.

"We must get off the mountain!" Boromir yelled, " We must make for the Gap of Rohan and take the West Road to my city!"

"The Gap of Rohan takes us to close to Isenguard!" Aragorn yelled.

"If we cannot pass over the mountain, let us go under it. Let us go through the Mines of Moria." Gimli said. Gandalf had a pensive look upon his face.

"Let the Ring-Bearer decide." Everyone looked at Frodo. "Frodo?" asked Gandalf.

"We will go through the mines." he said, sounding unsure.

"So be it." Gandalf said. And soon enough, we were at the Walls of Moria. What? OH MY GAWD! This little Hobbit... ugh, I wasn't going to say anything.

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