She blinked holding her hand to her head, still fighting the headache that was only slightly slimming down. She was riding on Sheba again, nobody trusted her to walk as the last time they had nearly lost her. She now knew why these headaches were coming so frequently. She was remembering things again. So far, she had figured out that she ran away from Mordor after she had killed her father. Then, after being chased by creatures that only she knew anything about, she had killed herself, so that the Dark Lord could not rise back to full power using her body. She had also figured out that the reason Sauron did not kill her was because, before he could, her mother had put the mark of Haraus on her arm. This mark being on her made it nearly impossible for one of her own blood to kill her, one of her own blood on her fathers side at the least. The mark was an ancient symbol that meant she was in the family of Grenchet, her fathers side. Sauron could not kill her without bringing great pain to the mark that he held on his right arm, as well. She had been sitting on the volcano, trying to surpass the pain herself, after killing her father, when she met Elrond. It was all very confusing. She was resurrected simply because in order to bring the Dark Lord Sauron back to life, you needed a body that was... well... alive.
She had been very quiet lately, and only Gandalf and her knew why. Her memories had overtaken her. She remembered nearly everything, except some emotions she had felt on some occasions. She remembered how she had spent more time training to fight than she did sleep since she was 7. She knew how to work a sword better than any person there with her, and had regained all skills with the bow set. Her favorite still remained the daggers though. She could spin them in her fingers, throw them, and use them for pretty much everything. Her aiming with them was perfect, and she had five, or so, of them placed in her belt.
"We're about to enter the mines of Moria," Gimli started again. "The service is quite excellent, and we should be treated as honored guests!" His Irish accent was now starting to get on everyones nerves. Frodo was walking beside the pony, holding it's reins to steer it along. Rogue had just given him a particularly difficult riddle, and he was having trouble solving it. She was surprised, however, that he had gotten most of her riddles within the first, give or take, three minutes. Sam, however was still working on an easier riddle Frodo had gotten right away. They arrived at the gate to the mines of Moria, and the door was locked. She walked over to a branch that extended way out into the murky waters, and waited while Gandalf tried to open the door. Merry or Pippin, she didn't bother to look at which one it was, was throwing rocks into the water. It was not only annoying, but she sensed danger. Aragorn beat her to telling the hobbit off, so she wasn't as worried as she should have been. She spun around as Gandalf opened the door. They all walked in, and Gandalf lit his staff to shed light across the darkened stone. She didn't need the light, though, she could smell the rotting, stinking bodies that covered the grounds. She left before any of them did, she couldn't stand the smell. She heard their yells, especially Gimli's, as she stood out looking into the lake. She went out to find Sheba, as a tiger, growling, poised, and alert looking into the water. She squinted her eyes, looking closely into the waters. They started rippling.
"Sheba!" She called, "Run! Into the mines!" She was barely whispering, and barely able to move. She walked swiftly back into the tomb, as Aragorn had called it, and not a moment to soon, as everybody was exiting.
"No!" She told them urgently. "You can't go out there, there's something in the water!"
"Are you sure you're feeling OK yet, Rogue?" Boromir asked her, though no real concern was in his voice. This made her angry, so she decided to herself that if they weren't gonna listen to her, then they were just gonna have to pay the price. She knew what she had seen. A few seconds later, they were all screaming. She heard Sam yell, and knew she had to help the hobbits, they were defenseless! She ran out, looking at the giant squid in the water with determination in her eyes. Pulling an arrow out of her quiver, she aimed, and hit a tentacle that was currently grasping either Merry or Pippin, she couldn't see for the squid was thrashing him about wildly. It scream loudly, and started coming out of the water more. Big mistake, for as soon as it's mouth was in clear sight, and the hobbits all safely back on land thanks to Aragorn, Legolas and her let two arrows fly, hitting their mark.
"Show off!" Legolas yelled again over the racket that the creature was now making. He had started to become a little jealous of her skills, as they seemingly surpassed his. She glanced over to see whether he was being sarcastic or not, but his concentration had gone fully into running back into the mines, which were just about to cave in. Covering her head with her hands, trying not to be hit by any flying stones, she frantically ran into the mines with everyone else. After a few minutes of silence, Gandalf lit his staff again, and they started to make their way silently through the abandoned mines. Everyone had made it safely in, and it seemed no one was hurt, not even Merry, Pippin, or Frodo, who all, apparently, had been thrown about by the monster. Gandalf led the way, until they came to a three way crossing, which no one knew the right path. They camped there for the night.
The next morning, Gandalf had figured out which way they were to go. Everyone followed him, and they soon came to an area that they were forced to stop at to listen to Gimli mourn over the tomb of his dead cousin. Gandalf picked up a journal, and read the last passage, but Rogue didn't listen. She walked out to the door, and leaned out it a short ways. She could hear movement. Walking, talking, moving, something living was out there, and not all that far away either. She jumped, and spun wildly around as a loud banging noise echoed in the room behind her. Pippin had knocked the skull of a skeleton into a well. The body of it fell in, followed by some chains, and to top it all off, a large mug. The rattling noise was so loud, that she was sure whatever it is she heard had heard it. Sure enough, only seconds later she heard them coming closer, and alarmingly fast as well. Gandalf started talking after he thought there was no danger, telling Pippin what a fool he was.
"Shh..." Rogue started to say, and everyone in the room stared at her, who was now listening. "They're coming... goblins... and something else, something large." She whispered. A few seconds later, she had stepped inside the door as the goblins had come within the rest of their hearing range, also. Boromir looked strait at her and spoke as if to answer a questions she had not yet asked.
"They have a cave troll." He said sarcastically. She glared at him, then pulled out her sword, letting it wave near his face for a second, making it look like an accident. Everyone started backing up, except Rogue, who had found a very nice hiding place behind a pillar right next to the door. Perfect for jumping out and surprising them. They busted a hole in the door, and Legolas started to shoot arrows through it. Gandalf and Aragorn were protecting the halflings, and Boromir was helping Legolas. Gimli was standing atop the grave of his cousin, wielding his ax like a madman. The door busted down in a shower of wood chips, and the goblins came rushing in. Rogue jumped out from behind the pillar, and started slashing her sword about, killing all the goblins it could touch. Wiping her sword off on a goblin it had just slain, she put it back in it's sheath. Flipping them around between her fingers, she pulled out two of her daggers. She let them fly, killing two goblins by the throat. She ran back over to them, punching a goblin in the face, then massaging the bruise she knew she would later have from it's earrings, and grabbed her daggers back from the dead goblins. The goblin she had punched came after her, obviously very angry, so she did a high kick, jamming the bone in it's nose into its small brain. Then the cave troll came.
Soon enough, the cave troll was dead, and Frodo was luckily, alive, after taking a blow that would have killed him, if not for the Mithril he wore underneath his shirt. They ran, though it all seemed quite hopeless, for goblins were closing in on all four sides. They quickly became cornered, but a terrible noise, and smell, was closing in on them also. The goblins ran, scattered, as something started coming out of a corner. Fire, it seemed, fire on legs that was walking strait for them.
"Run!" Gandalf yelled, for everyone was just standing there stupidly looking at it like it was about to invite them over for tea. They ran, and came to stairs. One wrong step, and it was sure death.
"Make for the bridge." Gandalf told Aragorn. Rogue looked around, saw the bridge, and started running, her companions right behind her. She let Aragorn take the lead, and spun her head around. The creature was now rounding the corner. The staircase to the bridge was broken in the middle, but after a short struggle, everyone was across. The creature payed no heed to the now impossible to get across staircase, but Gandalf was there to stop him. The rest of the bridge collapsed as he walked across it, and he fell down, down to who knows where. Gandalf turned around, and started to usher them out. Suddenly, the creature whipped it's weapon of fire, grabbing Gandalf by the leg and pulling him down. He fell down the edge, but not before calling, "Fly you fools!"
Frodo cried out, Boromir holding him back. They all knew what had happened. Gandalf was almost certainly dead.
They started running out, as the goblins were now coming back shooting arrows. Once they were safely out, they took a break by the mountainside. The hobbits mourned the death of their dear friend. She didn't even know him all that well, but Rogue sat on a rock, unable to keep the tears back, and buried her face in her hands.
She had been very quiet lately, and only Gandalf and her knew why. Her memories had overtaken her. She remembered nearly everything, except some emotions she had felt on some occasions. She remembered how she had spent more time training to fight than she did sleep since she was 7. She knew how to work a sword better than any person there with her, and had regained all skills with the bow set. Her favorite still remained the daggers though. She could spin them in her fingers, throw them, and use them for pretty much everything. Her aiming with them was perfect, and she had five, or so, of them placed in her belt.
"We're about to enter the mines of Moria," Gimli started again. "The service is quite excellent, and we should be treated as honored guests!" His Irish accent was now starting to get on everyones nerves. Frodo was walking beside the pony, holding it's reins to steer it along. Rogue had just given him a particularly difficult riddle, and he was having trouble solving it. She was surprised, however, that he had gotten most of her riddles within the first, give or take, three minutes. Sam, however was still working on an easier riddle Frodo had gotten right away. They arrived at the gate to the mines of Moria, and the door was locked. She walked over to a branch that extended way out into the murky waters, and waited while Gandalf tried to open the door. Merry or Pippin, she didn't bother to look at which one it was, was throwing rocks into the water. It was not only annoying, but she sensed danger. Aragorn beat her to telling the hobbit off, so she wasn't as worried as she should have been. She spun around as Gandalf opened the door. They all walked in, and Gandalf lit his staff to shed light across the darkened stone. She didn't need the light, though, she could smell the rotting, stinking bodies that covered the grounds. She left before any of them did, she couldn't stand the smell. She heard their yells, especially Gimli's, as she stood out looking into the lake. She went out to find Sheba, as a tiger, growling, poised, and alert looking into the water. She squinted her eyes, looking closely into the waters. They started rippling.
"Sheba!" She called, "Run! Into the mines!" She was barely whispering, and barely able to move. She walked swiftly back into the tomb, as Aragorn had called it, and not a moment to soon, as everybody was exiting.
"No!" She told them urgently. "You can't go out there, there's something in the water!"
"Are you sure you're feeling OK yet, Rogue?" Boromir asked her, though no real concern was in his voice. This made her angry, so she decided to herself that if they weren't gonna listen to her, then they were just gonna have to pay the price. She knew what she had seen. A few seconds later, they were all screaming. She heard Sam yell, and knew she had to help the hobbits, they were defenseless! She ran out, looking at the giant squid in the water with determination in her eyes. Pulling an arrow out of her quiver, she aimed, and hit a tentacle that was currently grasping either Merry or Pippin, she couldn't see for the squid was thrashing him about wildly. It scream loudly, and started coming out of the water more. Big mistake, for as soon as it's mouth was in clear sight, and the hobbits all safely back on land thanks to Aragorn, Legolas and her let two arrows fly, hitting their mark.
"Show off!" Legolas yelled again over the racket that the creature was now making. He had started to become a little jealous of her skills, as they seemingly surpassed his. She glanced over to see whether he was being sarcastic or not, but his concentration had gone fully into running back into the mines, which were just about to cave in. Covering her head with her hands, trying not to be hit by any flying stones, she frantically ran into the mines with everyone else. After a few minutes of silence, Gandalf lit his staff again, and they started to make their way silently through the abandoned mines. Everyone had made it safely in, and it seemed no one was hurt, not even Merry, Pippin, or Frodo, who all, apparently, had been thrown about by the monster. Gandalf led the way, until they came to a three way crossing, which no one knew the right path. They camped there for the night.
The next morning, Gandalf had figured out which way they were to go. Everyone followed him, and they soon came to an area that they were forced to stop at to listen to Gimli mourn over the tomb of his dead cousin. Gandalf picked up a journal, and read the last passage, but Rogue didn't listen. She walked out to the door, and leaned out it a short ways. She could hear movement. Walking, talking, moving, something living was out there, and not all that far away either. She jumped, and spun wildly around as a loud banging noise echoed in the room behind her. Pippin had knocked the skull of a skeleton into a well. The body of it fell in, followed by some chains, and to top it all off, a large mug. The rattling noise was so loud, that she was sure whatever it is she heard had heard it. Sure enough, only seconds later she heard them coming closer, and alarmingly fast as well. Gandalf started talking after he thought there was no danger, telling Pippin what a fool he was.
"Shh..." Rogue started to say, and everyone in the room stared at her, who was now listening. "They're coming... goblins... and something else, something large." She whispered. A few seconds later, she had stepped inside the door as the goblins had come within the rest of their hearing range, also. Boromir looked strait at her and spoke as if to answer a questions she had not yet asked.
"They have a cave troll." He said sarcastically. She glared at him, then pulled out her sword, letting it wave near his face for a second, making it look like an accident. Everyone started backing up, except Rogue, who had found a very nice hiding place behind a pillar right next to the door. Perfect for jumping out and surprising them. They busted a hole in the door, and Legolas started to shoot arrows through it. Gandalf and Aragorn were protecting the halflings, and Boromir was helping Legolas. Gimli was standing atop the grave of his cousin, wielding his ax like a madman. The door busted down in a shower of wood chips, and the goblins came rushing in. Rogue jumped out from behind the pillar, and started slashing her sword about, killing all the goblins it could touch. Wiping her sword off on a goblin it had just slain, she put it back in it's sheath. Flipping them around between her fingers, she pulled out two of her daggers. She let them fly, killing two goblins by the throat. She ran back over to them, punching a goblin in the face, then massaging the bruise she knew she would later have from it's earrings, and grabbed her daggers back from the dead goblins. The goblin she had punched came after her, obviously very angry, so she did a high kick, jamming the bone in it's nose into its small brain. Then the cave troll came.
Soon enough, the cave troll was dead, and Frodo was luckily, alive, after taking a blow that would have killed him, if not for the Mithril he wore underneath his shirt. They ran, though it all seemed quite hopeless, for goblins were closing in on all four sides. They quickly became cornered, but a terrible noise, and smell, was closing in on them also. The goblins ran, scattered, as something started coming out of a corner. Fire, it seemed, fire on legs that was walking strait for them.
"Run!" Gandalf yelled, for everyone was just standing there stupidly looking at it like it was about to invite them over for tea. They ran, and came to stairs. One wrong step, and it was sure death.
"Make for the bridge." Gandalf told Aragorn. Rogue looked around, saw the bridge, and started running, her companions right behind her. She let Aragorn take the lead, and spun her head around. The creature was now rounding the corner. The staircase to the bridge was broken in the middle, but after a short struggle, everyone was across. The creature payed no heed to the now impossible to get across staircase, but Gandalf was there to stop him. The rest of the bridge collapsed as he walked across it, and he fell down, down to who knows where. Gandalf turned around, and started to usher them out. Suddenly, the creature whipped it's weapon of fire, grabbing Gandalf by the leg and pulling him down. He fell down the edge, but not before calling, "Fly you fools!"
Frodo cried out, Boromir holding him back. They all knew what had happened. Gandalf was almost certainly dead.
They started running out, as the goblins were now coming back shooting arrows. Once they were safely out, they took a break by the mountainside. The hobbits mourned the death of their dear friend. She didn't even know him all that well, but Rogue sat on a rock, unable to keep the tears back, and buried her face in her hands.