DISCLAIMER: I do not own Lord of the Rings, darn it!! I guess I will just have to be happy owning Gwen.

I got another review from a friend from school (hi Mandi!) so I am writing this because I am so happy! I haven't even had breakfast yet! But I'm happy!

Gwen awoke to silence and pain. All traces of life running through her seemed to be gone. The fall had not killed her, yet she felt dead.

" Aragorn. Go," she mumbled before darkness clouded her vision and she passed out.

Slowly she came back to consciousness. She did not hurt quite so bad as she had when she first awoke. She pushed herself up off the ground, ignoring the pain shooting through her limbs.

" I have got to get out of here," she said to herself. " The question is, how?" Looking up, she saw that the stair had collapsed completely and was now a large pile of rubble. She was standing on the shelf that the other stair was on.

" Alright, first things first. Is anything broken?" she asked herself as she began flexing her arms and legs. Finding them all unbroken, she began to carefully prod her spine and ribs. She winced as her fingers touched her side.

" That one is definitely hurt, but it shouldn't cause to much trouble," she remarked at the broken rib. She left it alone and began to take in her surroundings. How was she going to get out? She began pacing.

" You should have jumped the first time, when Aragorn told you to. See what your stubbornness has gotten you in to? Now you are stuck down here with no way out, no rope, and a broken rib. The entire Fellowship is most likely gone, so there really is no hope of rescue AND there happens to be thousands of orcs lurking about, AND a possibility of the Balrog coming back," she went on berating herself. She circled about, taking in every possible exit routes. Her eyes rested on the rock pile. It didn't reach all the way to the top of the chasm, but it went up far enough for her to be able to climb the rest of the way out! She began to scramble up and over the rocks.

" This isn't so bad. When you get up, you will be able to find another stair and cross to the bridge," she said to herself, trying to calm her nerves and instill confidence. Upon reaching the top of the pile, she observed the wall. It went up for about one hundred feet. Gwen looked down at the dizzying drop.

" Stop looking down!!" she commanded herself. The wall had many footholds, so without any further hesitation, she began the ascent.

" Just don't look down, don't look down," she repeated to herself. After what seemed like and eternity, her hands touched the top. Gingerly, she pulled her head over and looked for any orcs. Seeing none, she heaved herself up and over the edge. Her rib was hurting her. She lay there for a few moments to regain her breath, then stood up and looked at the bridge. Her heart dropped to her stomach. Half the bridge was broken off!

" Oh, why did they have to go and do that?" she moaned. There was no way she would be able to get out that way. She sat down hard and fought back tears of despair. Then she leapt to her feet and began walking back to the Great Hall, raking her brain for ideas. She began to think about food. Like the food that Mrs. Gamgee had made for her in the Shire. Food was a nice thing to think about. Gwen came to the realization that she had no food.

" As if things couldn't get any worse," she groaned. She walked along, staying close to the wall. Her clothes were black, so she blended in with the shadows nicely. Her thoughts began to wander once again. She began thinking of her home. She remembered the time that the cook had caught her pinching cookies and to escape her wrath, Gwen had jumped down the drainage shoot. Then, a thought struck Gwen. THE DRAINAGE SHOOT!!! There had to be one in the dwarve's kitchen!! It would empty outside! Quickly, she began searching for the kitchens. They must be off the Hall, she thought. Hours went by as she searched, slipping like a phantom from one room to the next. Her hope began failing. She stumbled into one last room and began jumping about happily. It was the kitchen!!! Quickly, she began moving along the walls, searching for light, air currents, anything that would take her outside. It was difficult because she had no light. After about two hours of searching, she collapsed on the ground. Sleep soon began to take over. A warm breeze was blowing across her face, making her drowsy. Wait, a breeze! Her eyes snapped open and she made her way quickly to the wall. There was a crack! She lay on her back and began pushing with her legs. The rock moved away a bit and fell down the mountainside. She whipped around and peered out. One star shone in on her. She began pushing more. In moments, she had a space large enough to squeeze her head out of. This is going to take forever, she thought in exasperation. She looked about. Her eyes fell on an old iron stove pipe. She grabbed it and began hitting the wall with it. The pipe was very effective. Half an hour later, she could squeeze out. She turned around to set the pipe down and froze and stared. One hundred orcs stared back at her! Thinking fast, she threw herself sideways through the shoot. The orcs began screeching and pushing each other through after her. Gwen rolled down the side of the mountain.

" What were you thinking?! A pipe, slamming into the wall! Of course they heard it!!" she yelled at herself as she slid. Rocks beat her already battered body. She didn't have far to fall before she reached the bottom. She looked up and saw fifty orcs coming after her. Gwen did the only thing she could do. She ran for her life! Minutes slipped by without her noticing. Soon, all she could hear was her ragged breathing. She looked over her shoulder and saw that the orcs had abandoned the chase. She kept on running, not knowing where she was going. A large door loomed up on her left side. That must be where the others came out. They probably made for those trees over there, she thought. Weariness overcame her will to run and she began to walk. Soon she was on the fringes of the forest. The sun was rising and she turned to soak up its warmth. When she turned back around, an arrow was in her face. She jumped.

" Why do people keep sneaking up on me like that! Look, I am looking for my friends. There are four hobbits, they are about this tall," she put her hand about four feet of the ground, " a blonde elf with long hair, two men, and an old wizard. Have they passed by here by any chance?" she asked an elf. By now most had lowered their bows. One elf stepped forward.

" I am Haldir. Your friends are here. Follow me, I will take you to them."

" Where am I?" asked Gwen.

" You are in Lothlorien," he answered, looking at her as if she should have already known. She made a face at his back as she followed him.

" What is your name?" asked Haldir.

" Gwen," she answered. They traveled on in silence. Gwen looked about her. Lothlorien was beautiful. She looked up after a while and saw that the other elves had disappeared, leaving her with Haldir. He began walking up a stair.

" Wait here," he commanded her. She did as she was told. After a while, Haldir came back down.

" The Lady told me to take you directly to your companions. Follow me." Gwen followed him, excitement and joy welling up in her heart. He led her down a bank along the side of a river. Up ahead, Gwen saw Legolas standing near the bank. Any shred of self-control she had left deserted her. She shot past Haldir.

" LEGOLAS!!!" she screamed. His head whipped around.

" Aragorn!" he yelled, pointing at Gwen. Aragorn came running out just as Gwen crashed into Legolas. The entire Fellowship was instantly upon her, bombarding her with questions.

" How did you get out?" asked Boromir.

" Were you scared?" asked Pippin.

" How –" began Merry before Aragorn cut him off.

" One at a time," he said. Gwen sat down with some food and told them the entire story.

" You all didn't help me by chopping off half the Bridge! How did that happen?" she asked. Then Aragorn told her their story. Gwen was in tears by the end.

" So Gandalf is gone?" she asked, not wanting to believe it. Aragorn nodded in reply. She began to stand up, but a stabbing shoot of pain from her rib brought her back down.

" Agh!" she cried out. Legolas lifted her up and laid her down on one of the beds.

" Leave her alone, she is exhausted! Aragorn, see if you can patch her up. It looks like she has a broken rib," he said.

Gwen suddenly felt very tired. She sank into the blankets and let the soothing waves of sleep over come her.

Yeah, you were probably all wondering how I was going to get Gwen out, huh? Admit it! Just kidding. For a while, I didn't know how I was going to get her out myself. Well, it worked out.

Mandi, you reviewed!!! I am so happy! Now I have 2 reviews! Not 1, but 2!

And now I am going to go eat my breakfast and read the funny papers!!