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The ring-bearer awoke. Lucky me to be the one up here when the hobbit wakes up, with a battle going on beneath me! Of course, it wouldn't take him long to notice either. I finished climbing and pulled up the ladder before letting him know any of what was going on.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Yrch!" I replied.

"Orcs!" He said, "What are they doing?" But I didn't say anymore.

I watched the hobbit as he drew his sword. It shone blue and looked as though it was alight, but after a moment, the sword faded. Yet something still wasn't right. Although the Orcs had been driven away, there was still something around. It didn't feel evil, yet it didn't feel entirely good, either. Neutral perhaps. Then I could here something, as though someone - or something - was climbing up the tree.

I slowly walked over to the tree-hole, where the hobbit now was leaning. There was something climbing and hissing through clenched teeth. Its eyes… they were like lights. As soon as it saw me it backed away slightly, but then continued, deciding not to fear me. But then it turned away and a shadowy figure slipped round the trunk of the tree and vanished. I saw Haldir at the bottom about to call, but I let the ladder down so he didn't have to. Then he climbed up. I could have sworn he was trying to show off…

"There was something in this tree that I have never seen before," He said. "It was not an orc. It fled as soon as I touched the tree-stem. It seemed to be wary, and to have some skill in trees, or I might have thought it was one of you hobbits.

"I did not shoot, for I dared not to arouse any cries: we cannot risk battle. A strong company of Orcs has passed. They crossed the Nimrodel – curse their fowl feet in its clean water! – and went on down the old road beside. They seemed to pick up some sent, and they searched on the ground for a while near the place where you halted. The three of us could not challenge a hundred, so we went ahead and spoke with feigned voices, leading them on into the wood.

"Orophin has now gone in haste back to our dwellings to warn our people. None of the Orcs will ever return out of Lórien. And there will be many Elves hidden on the northern border before another night falls. But you must take the road south as soon as it is fully light."

I didn't sleep that night. What Haldir had said had the strangest effect on me. I didn't know what my alignment was truly yet, I guess. I didn't want to fall into darkness, yet I didn't want the darkness to be destroyed. So basically, I didn't know if I should be worried about the orcs or glad.

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Day came pale from the East. As the light grew it filtered through the yellow leaves of the mallorn, and it seemed that early sun of a cool summer's morning was shining. Pale-blue sky peeped among the moving branches. Looking through an opening on the south side of the flet the valley of the Silverlode was lying like a sea of fallow gold tossing gently in the breeze. The hobbits looked amazed by it and yes, it was beautiful, but seeing it every day of your life for at least 2000 years, it was like waking up have the same breakfast every day. Pretty boring.

The morning was still young and it was cold when we left again. I tried to stay put but with Haldir telling me otherwise I gave in. Haldir and Rúmil then led us, with me behind them so they could keep a close eye on me.

"Farewell, sweet Nimrodel!" The elf cried.

"Farewell," The ring-bearing hobbit said. *

We went to the path that still went on along the west side of the Silverlode and for some way they followed it southward. There were the prints of orc-feet in the earth. But soon Haldir turned aside into the trees and halted on the bank of the river under their shadows.

"There is one of my people yonder across the stream, he said, "though you may not see him." He gave a call like a low whistle of a bird, and out of a thicket of young trees an elf stepped, clad in grey, but with his hood thrown back; his hair glinted like gold in the morning sun. Haldir skilfully (or was it unusual luck?) cast over a coil of grey rope, and he caught it and bound the end to a tree near the bank.

"Celebrant is already a strong stream here, as you see," said Haldir, 'and it runs both swift and deep, and is very cold. We do not set foot in it so far north, unless we must. This is how we cross." He made me show them. I knew he didn't trust me. He probably thought I would run when his back was turned. Unfortunately, that was a part of my plan. As I was going to cross, he tied the end of the rope to a tree. Then I ran across it. The elf on the other side (now my side) looked at me questioningly. I knew what he was thinking: 'what are you doing here?' But I didn't answer him.

Soon after I had crossed, the elf of the company followed, then two more ropes were thrown over. Then the rest of them came over, followed by Haldir. Rúmil had been chosen to stay over the other side.

"Now, friends," said Haldir, "You have entered the Naith of Lórien, or the Gore, as you would say, for it is the land that lies like a spearhead between the arms of the Silverlode and Anduin the Great. We allow no strangers to spy out the secrets of the Naith. Few indeed are permitted to even set foot there.

"As was agreed, I shall here blindfold the eyes of Gimli the Dwarf. The others may walk free for a while, until we come nearer to our dwellings, down in Egladil, in the angle between the waters."

This was not at all to the liking of the Dwarf. I didn't blame him. It seemed stupid my people had disliked the dwarves, and they still do. "The agreement was made without my consent," he said. "I will not walk blindfolded like a beggar or a prisoner. And I am no spy. My folk never had dealings with any of the servants of the Enemy. Neither have we done harm to the Elves. I am no more likely to betray you than Legolas, or any other of my companions, or even yours."

"Trust me." I said. "I would betray Haldir without question. He is quite annoying."

Haldir glared at me. I merely just smiled. " I do not doubt you," said Haldir. "Yet this is our law.  I am not the master of the law, and I cannot set it aside. I have done much in letting you set foot over the Celebrant."

The dwarf was obstinate. He planted his feet firmly apart, and laid his hand on the haft of his axe. "I will go forward free," he said, "or I will go back and seek my own land, where I am known to be true of word, though I perish alone in the wilderness."

I sighed. This would soon get ugly. The dwarf knew none of our laws-though I didn't blame him, they are confusing-and Haldir was being quite harsh. He knew if I told my Aunt and Uncle why he did it, he would be forgiven, but for some reason, he refused to.

Suddenly I realised something. I could easily slip off while they were quarrelling. Slowly, so they couldn't here me, I stepped backwards. Then, when I was far enough away, I turned my back and ran towards the city.

It was pointless, as I wanted to run away from the city, but I would do anything to get away from Haldir. I mean, lets face it he was annoying!

It wouldn't be long before someone noticed I was gone. For that reason I ran as hard as I could, and off the paths so they couldn't track me.

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About a day had past, and Haldir still hadn't found me. A host of elves had seen me though, and the first thing one of them said was

"What are you doing here?"

I plainly told them I had had enough of being pushed around and ran away. Haldir had found me before I got to far though, and he was in the middle of leading me back, before the company had arrived. Then there was the whole thing with the orcs that followed them and the creature. I told them how I ran away when they were arguing with the dwarf. They stared at me disbelievingly.

"Hey, its all true!" I told them

"Whether it is true or not, stay here until they come." The same person said.

I did so, just sitting where I was. I knew Cerin Amroth was not to far ahead, so I walked to it. I mean, what harm could it do to be further ahead?
I had been here many times before with my parents. We would stay here for hours on end, just talking. How I missed those days so much… A tear fell from my eye.

I tried not to think of it and climbed the flet. I looked out to the South first to the fastness of Southern Mirkwood. It was quite beautiful. Nothing but green as far as the eye could see… It made me wonder. The elf of the party looked a lot like one of the Thrandullion [1].

My mind flooded with other thoughts, and my eyes drifted to Dol Guldur. Many of us thought it was inhabited again. I didn't think so, but everyone around me seemed to.

When I heard several pairs of footsteps and Haldir's voice, I climbed down the ladder. Haldir glared at me from a distance and I rolled my eyes at him. Why did he have to be so damn protective?

We stayed there for a while. Haldir showed two of the hobbits (The ring bearing one and what seemed to be his servant or something…) Cerin Amroth. I sat for a while in the field of flowers. So many memories came back to me, but I tried so hard not to think of them… it would only cause me grief.

Soon, Haldir came back down with the hobbits. I new now my rest was over, and I would soon have to face the consequences.

* Sorry if I miss interpreted the books, but the way I read it is Legolas says it, and then Frodo sees the foam and says it too.

[1] Son of Thranduil

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Reviews:

Mooney: Yeh, I recon they do to but I'm thinking of changing it because a) that's all I seem to write and I want to try something different. B) There are already a million of them (well, maybe not U/L but lots of Legolas/___ romances) and lots of people are getting sick of them. But then again, I might make this one unique in a dark sort of way, if you catch my meaning ;o)

Callisto Star: Lets see… title… I dunno either! Maybe you might have another couple ideas this time… Thankyou for your help! Love ya! :o)

x-silver-saffire-x: I know! I think the books are better (for the loads more information) but the movies are also a slight help (what things look like, for instance). I'm not planning on doing it standard. I'll do obstacles first (dark ones, so be warned!) and probably not a great I-got-the-guy-of-my-dreams happy ending either. I know, I'm letting my evilness take over me… but I love it so much!

Serenity Silvermoon: Thankyou! Yes, most people seem to like U/L, but as I said, could change. Read Shattered laws and loved it! I updated my fic, so now its your turn ^_~.

Rinn: Ok… thankyou… I must admit, she can be a squeaky cry baby, but she's not as bad as she could be…

Also thanks to:

Lelia Carico

Hiyayaka (nice name!)

As I said to x-silver-saffire-x and Mooney there may be some dark themes ahead, consider this your warning… and possibly some other stuff to. You have been warned.

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