Well, this is my first fic on this site. I am so proud of myself.YAY!!!
The characters are not actually part of LOTR
Disclaimer: while I own myself, and my elf, I don't own Moria or Elves
(made no sense but this is my first attempt gimme a break.)

I am walking through the long dark halls of Moria, alone, with no guide nor
any sense of direction. The putrid stench of wicked death and decay is
pungent in this place. I am afraid. The mad cackling of some evil grotesque
creature echoes off the walls, the sound engulfing me. Suddenly a light
appears in front of me. I am frightened at first and I shield my eyes, but
then I am strangely drawn to it. I walk slowly, cautiously towards it. I
then see a figure standing at the end of the hall. I stop moving. I then
hear your voice in my head. "Come" you say in perfect Quenya. The only
sound is the clangor of my shoes upon the cold stone floor. "Don't be
afraid" you reassure me as I approach. When I reach you at last, your pure,
untainted beauty stuns me. Your golden hair flows long and luscious as it
blows in the wind. Your ice blue eyes, although cold in color, warm me
heart, body, and soul. Your skin has a luminance of its own. "Fret no more,
my love, for I have come to ease your transgressions and to take you home
where you will be my queen among our people." Silver tears flow from my
eyes as these words float from your lips, soft as silk upon my own as they
are gently placed in the second. You take my hand and lead and lead me out
of this fatal darkness and bring me to where the Elven folk dwell.