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1 Echoes of the Narbeleth
Spirit Star
2 Chapter 3: In Which obstacles reveal themselves
With morning came the sweet singing of the woodland birds from their perches upon the high branches of the looming trees. Slowly, Adariel's senses surfaced one by one, first with the ear and last with the eyes. Blinking, she rose slowly and felt the gentle warmth of the sunlight upon her face.
"Ummmmmm," she moaned, not at all with the grace of an Elf. Her mind was blank. The suddenly it was filled with dreads and fears of recent images of the previous night. "Starliss?"
Starliss trotted to her mistress. "Brrrnnneen!" she sniffed, sticking her muzzle in front of Adariel's face. "Brrrnnnneenn!"
Adariel smiled, her face shining with the inner purity of the Elven people. "I am fine, although it aches." As she said the last part, she realized exactly how true it was. Last of her senses to resurface from the comfort of unconsciousness was the numbness in her leg. Shifting slightly, she examined the gash in the fabric of her pant leg. It was deep, but the leaf of the Athelas plant had sealed it, although even it could not take away all the pain.
All that was left was to sew up her pant leg, but that could wait. She had other pressing matters, other than appearing beautiful. A life time of beauty, and she was extremely tired of vanity.
"Ish ssssssssseeeeera," she thanked the forest, and she testily stood up, careful of the unused muscles in her leg. The forest answered her proudly. Starliss rolled her eyes and tossed about, sniffing the air. The scent of humans are here, she told Adariel. They are here from the North.
Alarmed, Adariel immediately inquired to the standing trees who waved their branches joyously. "Feeeeessshhha issssshhheeerrrr dddeeesss huuummmeee" they answered in turn. The Fellowship was coming.
Adariel stood to attention immediately. Gracefully slipping onto Starliss, she bade the mare to walk on in silence. The gates of Moria were soon in sight. Carefully, Adariel positioned herself on the other side of the lake, within helping distance but out of sight.
Minutes passed, and Starliss grew weary of waiting. She trotted back and forth along the floors of the forest edge, sniffing eagerly for signs of sweet grass that sometimes grew under the cover of dried leaves that shed like flakes among the Elderlings.
Still more time passed. Still Adariel waited. The wind picked up and a whisper started from the furthermost corners of the forest until it echoed the deepest and darkest branches of the thornbushes.
"Iiiiilinnnnssshaaaa! Iiiiilinnnnssshaaaa!" They come! They come!
Doubt cast shadows in Adariel's mind. Old thoughts of rejection came again. After all. Would she not be a burden? She, an unheard of craftswoman from Lakewood, a place where suspicions rise high even among her own kind. If she even mentioned the Maiden, she might be turned upon with narrowed eyes. Reputation of her had spread wide, she knew, and it was uncommon amongst Elven folk to have a heart as "cold as the icy seas". It certainly related to the Darkness rising.
"I shall wait and follow until I may be sure that no grief shall befall either of us. Especially themselves in the quest for the Fires of Mordor." She said to herself, and settled upon the sight of the Nine Walkers before any further action was to take place on her part.
And wait, she didn't have to do much of, for presently, the sound of gentle, discreet footsteps echoed the trumpets of warning that the trees swished that only Adariel could hear. First came the shadowy figure of a wizard stooping with the weight of wisdom and age. "Gandalf the Grey" sang the saplings, eager to play a part in the welcoming.
Next came a figure with longer, curlier hair, rather short in stature. Adariel wondered what it was. It was obviously not Dwarf nor Man. To her, the word 'Hobbit' was strange, for Lakewood was far from any Hobbit dwellings. "Frodo Baggins, son of Drogo. Ringbearer" whispered the saplings, leaves waving about.
"Frodo Baggins? What sort of creature is he?" she wondered, unable to believe her eyes as they roamed to his feet, covered with thick hair. "Neither dwarf nor Man for sure!"
Following the new creature was another of its kind. A stout fellow also with curly hair and furry feet. "Samwise Gamgee………servant and friend of Ringbearer." Murmured the saplings.
"There are more to come?" Adariel said, frowning. Clearly these creatures were very large in number. She grew anxious. Friend or foe she could not tell, but at least she knew she was safe for now. Any member of the Fellowship were representatives from the Free People. They were to be trusted.
So rapt up in her thoughts that Adariel did not notice the next creature, and when she did, she decisively concluded that this was definitely Man. Sword sheathed behind is back in easy reach, the creature was dressed as a Ranger. Few Rangers passed by Lakewood, and the few who did were remembered. This one had passed through, and Adariel recognized him as one she saw from her window many years ago. "Aragorn, son of Arathorn. Heir to throne of Gondor" the saplings cheered, whooshing their cries into the sweeping breeze.
The Man was followed by two more of the short, mysterious creatures with hairy feet, introduced as 'Pippin' Took and 'Merry' Brandybuck.
A dwarf followed, and he carried a mighty ax slung close within easy reach. He darted happily, glad to be near the gates of Moria compared to the drearyness of the others of the Fellowship, obviously not looking forward to the trek through the Dwarf caves. "Gimli, son of Gloin!" whispered the saplings. Trees were not great friends of Dwarves, although they did not bother them anymore like they did in the Old Times.
Gimli was followed by another human, this one of slightly smaller, but more robust build than Aragorn. He not only carried a sword, but also a horn and a large shield as well, clasped to his back. Light hair swaying slightly, he stepped roughly over the broken stones as they neared the entrance to Moria. Although he kept a warrior's gaze, his sight seemed to wander every few minutes to the creatures with hairy feet. Adariel's gaze softened as she realized that he was indeed very fond of them. Years of observation made her a good judge of character………even that of the treatorous ones of Man. "Boromir from the South" the saplings said, but there was anticipation and adoration in their hisses this time, not for Boromir, but what was to come.
And what was to come stilled Adariel's heart. Or at least, she rather fancied it was out of shock of seeing one of her own kind again, as she stoutly convinced herself afterwards when thinking of the confusing mix of emotions, and amongst them strongest was confusion.
An Elf brought up the rear of the file of the Fellowship. This Elf had fair hair that shone golden in the light. It flowed smoothly a little bast his broad shoulders to meet a quiver of arrows strung from his back. He was the picture of grace, gently hopping slightly from stone to stone as they became more and more jagged, nimbly tracing the edge of the waterline, like chasing whisps of air that blew past.
In the midst of the confusion and the battle in Adariel's mind, the fog cleared as the saplings rejoiced him as Legolas Greenleaf, Elven Prince of Mirkwood. Although Adariel knew this in her heart of hearts, and in her mind the letter to her father still fresh, it was like her mind longed to hear his name.
The roar of emotion receded to just one. Nervousness. Now that she had seen the Fellowship itself, she could not help but go back to her old doubts with renewed feeling. Why she should feel self conscious at a moment like this was beyond the understanding of herself, and try as she might to make her legs move, something stilled them.
"Better to wait," said Adariel, resigning. She watched as Gandalf the Grey reached the gate that she herself and read just days ago. "The Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak Friend and Enter". She watched with amusement as Gandalf proceeded to mutter things in hurried Elvish to no avail.
"Can't they see?" she said to Starliss, who had rejoined her mistress in the spectacle. "Can't they see that it is a riddle?"
But they couldn't, and they didn't. Finally, Adariel could stand it no more. She reached behind her and took her quill out of her pack, and a piece of parchment.
Tis a Riddle on the Door
Speak "Friend" and Enter
Bother no more with strange of tongue
Enter while the Hour is Young
A Friend.
She reached behind her once again and withdrew an arrow from her quiver. Piercing the parchment onto the arrow, she strung her bow and drew it so that the arrow would bounce off the middle of the stone gate and onto the rocky ground below. Finally, she asked the nearby tree to lift her onto its highest branches, which it did, lowering vines to support her weight. With her target in sight Adariel released her grip on the arrow, and a slight twang echoed in the still of the night.
Adariel had to hand it to the Fellowship; as soon as the twang rang out, all nine of them turned at the ready, weapons unsheathed. Seeing nobody in sight, Each stood to attention in attack position until Frodo, shielded by the body of Gandalf, bent to pick up the fallen arrow.
"It has a message on it" he said, with an accent that Adariel could not recognize.
"Indeed." Said Gandalf after a while, when it was obvious that the archer wasn't going to bother them again. Still, Adariel noted that Legolas still had his bow aimed in the general direction of herself, high in the branches of the tree. "He has good eye" her mind noted, before it was smothered vigorously by another wave of mysterious emotion that Adariel didn't recognize.
"What says it?" asked Boromir, sword withdrawn after he realized that it was of no use to archers anyway, and shield in front of him instead. Gandalf read the note.
"It is written in Elven tongue" he replied shortly, passing the note onto Frodo. Adariel noted that only Frodo of the four of the strange creatures seemed to know Elvish enough to read and understand the note.
"It's worth a try," Aragorn noted, finally speaking up.
"No doubt it is. But somebody seems eager for us to get into Moria……" muttered Samwise the Creature. Adariel cursed under her breath, and immediately held it as she noticed that Legolas narrowed his eyes. She had forgotten that the Elven folk had incredibly good hearing; it was something she took for granted.
After a while, he looked away, though he still held his bow at the ready. Gandalf faced the stone gates again. "Mellon." He said, pronouncing the word for Friend in Elvish. The markings glowed silver, and the stone parted to reveal a darkness that chilled Adariel to the bone. It took most of her resolve to renew her promise to follow them for the time being.
She climbed out of her perch and led Starliss near the entrance of the tunnels, still hidden amongst the brow of the shadow of trees. As she opened her mouth to speak, something stopped her breath, for there were voices echoing inside the chamber, and a movement caught her eye in the glassy waters outside. She froze.
"It is no hall, but a tomb!" cried the voice of Boromir from somewhere inside.
And the sound of cautious but hurried footsteps grew nearer. But that was not Adariel's main concern, although her mind told her that if they came out this way, they would soon discover her. The waters were stirring, and even as the figure of Frodo the Creature appeared from the mines, a snake like tentacle curled itself out of the water and around the ankle of the unsuspecting Ringbearer.
Adariel cried out, but it was lost amongst the screams of Frodo himself. "Brrrreeeennna neeeebrrr gaaaaa" Adariel hissed to Starliss as she plucked arrows out of her full quiver. "Neighhhhhhh bRRRR eeeeeee a Galllla!"
Starliss was reluctant to leave, and Adariel had to poke her gently with the tip of her arrow in haste. A pang in her heart as she watched her mare start towards the other side of the tunnels where she was told to meet her mistress. There was no turning back now. It was either through Moria, or her cause was lost.
Adariel wasted no time in restringing her bow and firing the next round. The slimy thing had released Frodo but it showed no signs of backing down. Neither Man nor Dwarf nor Elf were well equipped in water, and clearly these new creatures that Frodo belonged to wasn't well adapted either. It was clear that the Fellowship were being forced into Moria, darkness and death or not.
Adariel gathered her things about her, and ran in after them just as the creature drew back to begin another round of attacks. The tentacle struck an archway, and it collapsed, bringing the gate down as heavy boulders from the very core of the mountains crumbled down. Too late was Adariel in her flight and caution, and something hard and heavy hit her back hard before the world turned into darkness.
Like before, the senses stirred one by one, first with the nose. But unlike last time, when the sense of smell surfaced, all the others were immediately notified. The stench was horrible. Adariel's eyes snapped open. Lying before her, face to face, was the head of a rotting skull of a dwarf, a look of horror and surprise frozen forever on its face.
Adariel stood up immediately, or tried to. Her back probably bruised, but in the darkness, she could barely make out objects let alone set out to heal it. Bad back or not, she had to go on.
Worse, as Adariel immediately realized, was that she had lost the Fellowship. Again. The dark cave was surrounded by boulders and rocks, no plants. Although Adariel could understand the mutterings of the rocks (it was in the blood of all Elven folk, but to talk to them and befriend them was a different matter), but they didn't appear to have anything interesting to say, apart from the recent tales of the massacre and the blood that had flowed in these chambers.
At least she knew now that there had been a flood of Orcs invading. No wonder she was beset by a wandering group of them the previous day. They were quick in coming, and had trapped the Dwarves inside their own chamber, killing Balin, son of Fundin, Lord of Moria and the rest of the Dwarves with him.
Although she was of Elven blood, and surrounded by prejudice towards the Dwarfs, she could not but pity them in their plight, and admire them in their bravery. She thought of Gimli, son of Gloin and sighed. She had to move on, or she would fall prey to the next tide of Orcs and whatever the darkness held.
2.1 End of Chapter 3
Reviews please! NO FLAMES but constructive criticism is very welcome!
And the descriptions of the Fellowship are according to the image projected by the Movie………it was easier to use the public image, besides………I think that they look really cute in there!
1 Echoes of the Narbeleth
Spirit Star
2 Chapter 3: In Which obstacles reveal themselves
With morning came the sweet singing of the woodland birds from their perches upon the high branches of the looming trees. Slowly, Adariel's senses surfaced one by one, first with the ear and last with the eyes. Blinking, she rose slowly and felt the gentle warmth of the sunlight upon her face.
"Ummmmmm," she moaned, not at all with the grace of an Elf. Her mind was blank. The suddenly it was filled with dreads and fears of recent images of the previous night. "Starliss?"
Starliss trotted to her mistress. "Brrrnnneen!" she sniffed, sticking her muzzle in front of Adariel's face. "Brrrnnnneenn!"
Adariel smiled, her face shining with the inner purity of the Elven people. "I am fine, although it aches." As she said the last part, she realized exactly how true it was. Last of her senses to resurface from the comfort of unconsciousness was the numbness in her leg. Shifting slightly, she examined the gash in the fabric of her pant leg. It was deep, but the leaf of the Athelas plant had sealed it, although even it could not take away all the pain.
All that was left was to sew up her pant leg, but that could wait. She had other pressing matters, other than appearing beautiful. A life time of beauty, and she was extremely tired of vanity.
"Ish ssssssssseeeeera," she thanked the forest, and she testily stood up, careful of the unused muscles in her leg. The forest answered her proudly. Starliss rolled her eyes and tossed about, sniffing the air. The scent of humans are here, she told Adariel. They are here from the North.
Alarmed, Adariel immediately inquired to the standing trees who waved their branches joyously. "Feeeeessshhha issssshhheeerrrr dddeeesss huuummmeee" they answered in turn. The Fellowship was coming.
Adariel stood to attention immediately. Gracefully slipping onto Starliss, she bade the mare to walk on in silence. The gates of Moria were soon in sight. Carefully, Adariel positioned herself on the other side of the lake, within helping distance but out of sight.
Minutes passed, and Starliss grew weary of waiting. She trotted back and forth along the floors of the forest edge, sniffing eagerly for signs of sweet grass that sometimes grew under the cover of dried leaves that shed like flakes among the Elderlings.
Still more time passed. Still Adariel waited. The wind picked up and a whisper started from the furthermost corners of the forest until it echoed the deepest and darkest branches of the thornbushes.
"Iiiiilinnnnssshaaaa! Iiiiilinnnnssshaaaa!" They come! They come!
Doubt cast shadows in Adariel's mind. Old thoughts of rejection came again. After all. Would she not be a burden? She, an unheard of craftswoman from Lakewood, a place where suspicions rise high even among her own kind. If she even mentioned the Maiden, she might be turned upon with narrowed eyes. Reputation of her had spread wide, she knew, and it was uncommon amongst Elven folk to have a heart as "cold as the icy seas". It certainly related to the Darkness rising.
"I shall wait and follow until I may be sure that no grief shall befall either of us. Especially themselves in the quest for the Fires of Mordor." She said to herself, and settled upon the sight of the Nine Walkers before any further action was to take place on her part.
And wait, she didn't have to do much of, for presently, the sound of gentle, discreet footsteps echoed the trumpets of warning that the trees swished that only Adariel could hear. First came the shadowy figure of a wizard stooping with the weight of wisdom and age. "Gandalf the Grey" sang the saplings, eager to play a part in the welcoming.
Next came a figure with longer, curlier hair, rather short in stature. Adariel wondered what it was. It was obviously not Dwarf nor Man. To her, the word 'Hobbit' was strange, for Lakewood was far from any Hobbit dwellings. "Frodo Baggins, son of Drogo. Ringbearer" whispered the saplings, leaves waving about.
"Frodo Baggins? What sort of creature is he?" she wondered, unable to believe her eyes as they roamed to his feet, covered with thick hair. "Neither dwarf nor Man for sure!"
Following the new creature was another of its kind. A stout fellow also with curly hair and furry feet. "Samwise Gamgee………servant and friend of Ringbearer." Murmured the saplings.
"There are more to come?" Adariel said, frowning. Clearly these creatures were very large in number. She grew anxious. Friend or foe she could not tell, but at least she knew she was safe for now. Any member of the Fellowship were representatives from the Free People. They were to be trusted.
So rapt up in her thoughts that Adariel did not notice the next creature, and when she did, she decisively concluded that this was definitely Man. Sword sheathed behind is back in easy reach, the creature was dressed as a Ranger. Few Rangers passed by Lakewood, and the few who did were remembered. This one had passed through, and Adariel recognized him as one she saw from her window many years ago. "Aragorn, son of Arathorn. Heir to throne of Gondor" the saplings cheered, whooshing their cries into the sweeping breeze.
The Man was followed by two more of the short, mysterious creatures with hairy feet, introduced as 'Pippin' Took and 'Merry' Brandybuck.
A dwarf followed, and he carried a mighty ax slung close within easy reach. He darted happily, glad to be near the gates of Moria compared to the drearyness of the others of the Fellowship, obviously not looking forward to the trek through the Dwarf caves. "Gimli, son of Gloin!" whispered the saplings. Trees were not great friends of Dwarves, although they did not bother them anymore like they did in the Old Times.
Gimli was followed by another human, this one of slightly smaller, but more robust build than Aragorn. He not only carried a sword, but also a horn and a large shield as well, clasped to his back. Light hair swaying slightly, he stepped roughly over the broken stones as they neared the entrance to Moria. Although he kept a warrior's gaze, his sight seemed to wander every few minutes to the creatures with hairy feet. Adariel's gaze softened as she realized that he was indeed very fond of them. Years of observation made her a good judge of character………even that of the treatorous ones of Man. "Boromir from the South" the saplings said, but there was anticipation and adoration in their hisses this time, not for Boromir, but what was to come.
And what was to come stilled Adariel's heart. Or at least, she rather fancied it was out of shock of seeing one of her own kind again, as she stoutly convinced herself afterwards when thinking of the confusing mix of emotions, and amongst them strongest was confusion.
An Elf brought up the rear of the file of the Fellowship. This Elf had fair hair that shone golden in the light. It flowed smoothly a little bast his broad shoulders to meet a quiver of arrows strung from his back. He was the picture of grace, gently hopping slightly from stone to stone as they became more and more jagged, nimbly tracing the edge of the waterline, like chasing whisps of air that blew past.
In the midst of the confusion and the battle in Adariel's mind, the fog cleared as the saplings rejoiced him as Legolas Greenleaf, Elven Prince of Mirkwood. Although Adariel knew this in her heart of hearts, and in her mind the letter to her father still fresh, it was like her mind longed to hear his name.
The roar of emotion receded to just one. Nervousness. Now that she had seen the Fellowship itself, she could not help but go back to her old doubts with renewed feeling. Why she should feel self conscious at a moment like this was beyond the understanding of herself, and try as she might to make her legs move, something stilled them.
"Better to wait," said Adariel, resigning. She watched as Gandalf the Grey reached the gate that she herself and read just days ago. "The Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak Friend and Enter". She watched with amusement as Gandalf proceeded to mutter things in hurried Elvish to no avail.
"Can't they see?" she said to Starliss, who had rejoined her mistress in the spectacle. "Can't they see that it is a riddle?"
But they couldn't, and they didn't. Finally, Adariel could stand it no more. She reached behind her and took her quill out of her pack, and a piece of parchment.
Tis a Riddle on the Door
Speak "Friend" and Enter
Bother no more with strange of tongue
Enter while the Hour is Young
A Friend.
She reached behind her once again and withdrew an arrow from her quiver. Piercing the parchment onto the arrow, she strung her bow and drew it so that the arrow would bounce off the middle of the stone gate and onto the rocky ground below. Finally, she asked the nearby tree to lift her onto its highest branches, which it did, lowering vines to support her weight. With her target in sight Adariel released her grip on the arrow, and a slight twang echoed in the still of the night.
Adariel had to hand it to the Fellowship; as soon as the twang rang out, all nine of them turned at the ready, weapons unsheathed. Seeing nobody in sight, Each stood to attention in attack position until Frodo, shielded by the body of Gandalf, bent to pick up the fallen arrow.
"It has a message on it" he said, with an accent that Adariel could not recognize.
"Indeed." Said Gandalf after a while, when it was obvious that the archer wasn't going to bother them again. Still, Adariel noted that Legolas still had his bow aimed in the general direction of herself, high in the branches of the tree. "He has good eye" her mind noted, before it was smothered vigorously by another wave of mysterious emotion that Adariel didn't recognize.
"What says it?" asked Boromir, sword withdrawn after he realized that it was of no use to archers anyway, and shield in front of him instead. Gandalf read the note.
"It is written in Elven tongue" he replied shortly, passing the note onto Frodo. Adariel noted that only Frodo of the four of the strange creatures seemed to know Elvish enough to read and understand the note.
"It's worth a try," Aragorn noted, finally speaking up.
"No doubt it is. But somebody seems eager for us to get into Moria……" muttered Samwise the Creature. Adariel cursed under her breath, and immediately held it as she noticed that Legolas narrowed his eyes. She had forgotten that the Elven folk had incredibly good hearing; it was something she took for granted.
After a while, he looked away, though he still held his bow at the ready. Gandalf faced the stone gates again. "Mellon." He said, pronouncing the word for Friend in Elvish. The markings glowed silver, and the stone parted to reveal a darkness that chilled Adariel to the bone. It took most of her resolve to renew her promise to follow them for the time being.
She climbed out of her perch and led Starliss near the entrance of the tunnels, still hidden amongst the brow of the shadow of trees. As she opened her mouth to speak, something stopped her breath, for there were voices echoing inside the chamber, and a movement caught her eye in the glassy waters outside. She froze.
"It is no hall, but a tomb!" cried the voice of Boromir from somewhere inside.
And the sound of cautious but hurried footsteps grew nearer. But that was not Adariel's main concern, although her mind told her that if they came out this way, they would soon discover her. The waters were stirring, and even as the figure of Frodo the Creature appeared from the mines, a snake like tentacle curled itself out of the water and around the ankle of the unsuspecting Ringbearer.
Adariel cried out, but it was lost amongst the screams of Frodo himself. "Brrrreeeennna neeeebrrr gaaaaa" Adariel hissed to Starliss as she plucked arrows out of her full quiver. "Neighhhhhhh bRRRR eeeeeee a Galllla!"
Starliss was reluctant to leave, and Adariel had to poke her gently with the tip of her arrow in haste. A pang in her heart as she watched her mare start towards the other side of the tunnels where she was told to meet her mistress. There was no turning back now. It was either through Moria, or her cause was lost.
Adariel wasted no time in restringing her bow and firing the next round. The slimy thing had released Frodo but it showed no signs of backing down. Neither Man nor Dwarf nor Elf were well equipped in water, and clearly these new creatures that Frodo belonged to wasn't well adapted either. It was clear that the Fellowship were being forced into Moria, darkness and death or not.
Adariel gathered her things about her, and ran in after them just as the creature drew back to begin another round of attacks. The tentacle struck an archway, and it collapsed, bringing the gate down as heavy boulders from the very core of the mountains crumbled down. Too late was Adariel in her flight and caution, and something hard and heavy hit her back hard before the world turned into darkness.
Like before, the senses stirred one by one, first with the nose. But unlike last time, when the sense of smell surfaced, all the others were immediately notified. The stench was horrible. Adariel's eyes snapped open. Lying before her, face to face, was the head of a rotting skull of a dwarf, a look of horror and surprise frozen forever on its face.
Adariel stood up immediately, or tried to. Her back probably bruised, but in the darkness, she could barely make out objects let alone set out to heal it. Bad back or not, she had to go on.
Worse, as Adariel immediately realized, was that she had lost the Fellowship. Again. The dark cave was surrounded by boulders and rocks, no plants. Although Adariel could understand the mutterings of the rocks (it was in the blood of all Elven folk, but to talk to them and befriend them was a different matter), but they didn't appear to have anything interesting to say, apart from the recent tales of the massacre and the blood that had flowed in these chambers.
At least she knew now that there had been a flood of Orcs invading. No wonder she was beset by a wandering group of them the previous day. They were quick in coming, and had trapped the Dwarves inside their own chamber, killing Balin, son of Fundin, Lord of Moria and the rest of the Dwarves with him.
Although she was of Elven blood, and surrounded by prejudice towards the Dwarfs, she could not but pity them in their plight, and admire them in their bravery. She thought of Gimli, son of Gloin and sighed. She had to move on, or she would fall prey to the next tide of Orcs and whatever the darkness held.
2.1 End of Chapter 3
Reviews please! NO FLAMES but constructive criticism is very welcome!
And the descriptions of the Fellowship are according to the image projected by the Movie………it was easier to use the public image, besides………I think that they look really cute in there!