Disclaimer: I think we all know that I'm not a Tolkien...

BrOwN eYeD tOoK: lol, that last review was funny! Smeagol and that ring...::rolls eyes:: lol. Anyway, yes, I know that Legolas is OOC, but I meant for him to be like that (uh, I think -) gosh, moria was hard to write. I had to make sure I was correct on what happened, I had to be clear on what was happening, yada yada yada, lol. Glad it passed. no, I don't think 'think fast' existed either, but o well. If you have something better, I'd love to hear it. No, seriously, I'm not being sarcastic. If you can think of something 'middle-earth-ish' and funny, I'd be glad to hear it! as for Aragorn, I DO think that having a hot-headed daughter like Gwyn would stress him out a bit, and therefore make him yell more that usual. Trust me, I'm not trying to be mean to Aragorn by making him that way (gosh, he's one of my FAVORITE characters!), I'm just trying to think what he would be like and act like if he had that kind of daughter. Btw, this chapter has some more romance, hope you aren't turned off by that...it shouldn't be too much tho. Thanks for sticking with this rushed story! yup, I'll email you if I have any probs or questions!

BlessedAngel16: hey, I'm glad you liked it! Thanks for reviewing! Ya...I know it's fast... ;P but o well. Here's the next chapter!

Saera: lol! That was funny! Gwyn may be a mary-sue (I say that, even though I don't believe in them; they don't really exist), but what the heck? They're fun! Lol. Here's the next chap.

o.O: I don't know if you'll even see this, but, well, first of all, yes, I know that Aragorn and arwen are deeply in love, and that Aragorn would never marry another woman and have a child with her, but this is fanfiction. The plot isn't really developed yet, so who even knows if he DID have her to another woman? I may do that, I may not. Remember, I said: Gwyn was TOLD that...yada yada yada. That may not be the case. It may be, though. Um, well, I checked the books, and found that Aragorn DID meet arwen in Rivendell, but hey, this is fanfiction. I can do whatever I want with it. it is my choice to make Gwyn the daughter of Aragorn, not yours. I'm sorry if I sound mean, but that is my opinion. Thank you, however, for taking the time to insert YOUR opinion.

Kryssi Bug: (if you see this) sorry you don't like it. tell you what, I'm writing another story with the same concept without the romance. The tentative title is: 'Gaining His Trust'. Maybe you can check that out sometime. I emailed you, so if you DON'T see this, no biggie.

Lady Luthien: well, lol...by the time you read this, you probably will have reviewed chap 5 as well...and I will have already posted it with the thank yous, and will not have thanked you for your review on chap 5. lol...but anyway, thanks for review on chap 4; glad you liked it...I was actually considering not including the scene with Gwyn and the arrow and just keeping moria like moria, but then I decided to juice it up a bit! Ne way, here's chap 6!

charmedobsessi12: lol, I know, I'm sorry it was so short. This chap will be longer, don't worry! Here you go!

A/N: sorry, but just to let everyone know, 'Gaining His Trust' is posted. Srry, here's the story:

A/N: oooookay, you all. I forgot to put a few words in here and that may have made this chapter sound REALLY gross. I am REALLY REALLY sorry!

'Legolas,' Gwyn said as she lay down next to him on the soft green grass, her head on his chest.

'Yes?'

'Don't you just wish that this moment could never end? That we could just stay here forever?'

The elf sighed. 'Yes, Gwyn I do.' The reason Legolas was sighing was that he had slowly realizing that he was marrying a mortal woman. A woman who would die while he still lived. He had, or course, known that when he proposed, but reality was just sinking in now.

Gwyn loved being like this. She had no worries on her mind, not of Boromir, not of her father. She nuzzled up against Legolas, and he began stroking her hair gently. He kissed her forehead as Gwyn sighed happily and closed her eyes peacefully, breathing in the leafy scent of Legolas' clothes and hair.

'Gwyn!' a voice called, echoing through the trees.

Gwyn groaned. It was her father. 'Go,' she whispered to Legolas. 'We don't want to be seen together.'

Legolas nodded, stood up and kissed her quickly before disappearing silently into the trees.

A moment later, Aragorn emerged from the trees. Though is face did not portray his thoughts, Gwyn saw iciness in his eyes and heard it in his tone. 'Gwyn, the Lady Galadriel has requested a meeting with you,' he said. 'You are to meet her in the gardens immediately.'

Gwyn nodded, not saying anything. She averted her gaze as she followed her father to the gardens. 'I leave you here,' he said when they arrived.

'Thank you,' Gwyn said softly, causing Aragorn to look mildly surprised as he left.

Soon a female elf with long blonde hair, clothed in white, appeared. Gwyn, assuming that this was the Lady Galadriel, bowed respectfully.

'I have heard much about you, Gwyn,' Galadriel said.

Gwyn, not knowing how to respond to this, remained quiet.

'Come, I have something to show you,' Galadriel said.

Gwyn followed her over to a large stone basin filled with clear water. 'What is this?' she asked.

'A mirror,' Galadriel answered. 'Will you look into it?'

'What will I see?' Gwyn asked suspiciously.

Galadriel smiled. 'Even the wisest cannot tell, for the mirror shows many things. Things that were, things that are, and some things that have not yet come to pass.'

Gwyn stepped up to it and looked at the cold water. It began to ripple; images appeared that broke her heart.

First: Her father being dragged off a cliff by a wolfish looking creature; second: Merry and Pippin surrounded by Orcs who were torturing them; third: a large, star-like jewel hanging over her, then shattering; fourth: Sam and Frodo hugging on a boat in the middle of a river, Merry and Pippin being captured by Urûk-hai; fifth: a pile of burning bodies near a large forest.

Gwyn stepped back from the calming water, horrified. Breathing heavily, she looked back up at Galadriel. 'What-?' she began. 'Why-? What was that?'

'It is what will come to pass in time,' Galadriel said. 'You must decide whom to follow. Will you go with your father? Or will you go with the two hobbits, Merry and Pippin? You can save your father, or you can save the hobbits. You will very soon have to choose. The Fellowship is breaking; it has already begun. One by one, the Ring will destroy them all. But you must remain strong, Gwyn. You must act differently with your father and try to understand his intentions.'

'But I do try!' Gwyn protested. 'It is he who does not understand me!'

Galadriel shook her head and sighed slightly. 'You will learn in time to open up you heart to him, young one. You shall see.'

Gwyn was growing frustrated. 'But-' she began, but Galadriel held up a hand, gently silencing her. 'You will find how to cross that bridge of understanding when you come to it,' she said.

After a pause, Gwyn asked, 'M'lady, what of the Evenstar that I saw in the mirror?'

The Lady Galadriel studied the headstrong, young girl. 'Alas that this is not the right time for you to know,' she said finally. 'Just remember what advice I have given you about your father.'

'I will, m'lady,' Gwyn said, and perceiving that Galadriel was ending the meeting, she bowed and departed.

As Gwyn lay on her make-shift bed that night, surrounded by the sleeping members of the Fellowship, she pondered Galadriel's words. '...It is what will come to pass in time...You must decide who to follow...you can save your father...the hobbits...try to understand his intentions...you will learn in time to open up your heart to him...' She glanced at her father. Small tears formed in her eyes as she thought of his fate. Roughly brushing them from her eyes, she glanced at the hobbits Merry and Pippin, who wore content faces as if they were dreaming of food in the Shire. It broke her heart even more to think that they would be tortured to death.

She finally fell asleep, her face portraying the ambivalence that she felt.

Gwyn awoke to the forest sounds, early in the morning. Nearly all the Fellowship had awoken, except for the hobbits. She rose and found a stream where she woke herself up with several splashes of cold water. She dried her face with the small cloth that she had brought with her. Then, finding a clear area, she changed into her traveling clothes, because they were due to leave today. She returned to her sleeping area, rolled up her dress and slipped it in her pack. Then she gently nudged the hobbits awake. 'Come now,' she said gently. 'We must prepare to leave.' Frodo and Sam were fairly easy to awaken, but it was harder with Merry and Pippin. It was hard for Gwyn, too, because she knew that in bringing the two hobbits along, they brought them to almost certain death.

When the Fellowship was assembled, they stood before many Lothlorien elves, including the Lady Galadriel and the Lord Celeborn. 'Never before have we clad strangers in the garb of our own people,' Celeborn said as the other elves fit them with cloaks and fastened them with a leaf brooch. 'May these cloaks help shield you from unfriendly eyes.'

As they packed, Galadriel talked to them each in turn, giving them each a gift. To Legolas she gave a bow and quiver with many arrows; to Merry and Pippin she gave each a dagger of the Noldorim; to Sam she gave elven rope made of hithlain; to Frodo was given a phial which held the light of the elves' most beloved star. Gimli's gift was so far a mystery, and the same with Aragorn's and Boromir's.

Galadriel now approached Gwyn, who tensed slightly. 'I have already given advice, young one, but I have one more gift to give you.'

Gwyn looked at her questioningly.

Galadriel smiled and handed her a small delicate silver bracelet that held a small pearl. As she attached it to Gwyn's slender wrist she said, 'This bracelet holds the Pearl of Wisdom. In dire times it will help guide you on the right path.'

'Thank you, m'lady,' Gwyn said, believing that she knew the reason behind Galadriel's gift. It would help her choose which path to take concerning her father and the hobbits.

'Wormtongue!' Saruman called. He would soon be sending the Urûk-hai after the Halflings.

Grima Wormtongue came slithering like a snake into the wizard's presence. His greasy black hair hung in his face and his icy blue eyes were filled with lust. 'You called, my lord?'

'Yes,' Saruman said, walking over to a round ball that stood on a pedestal. He ran his hand along it until an image appeared: an image of a young girl, with short brown hair and blue eyes wearing traveling clothes.

'Who is that wonderful creature?' Wormtongue asked, intrigued. 'Such a fair face...'

'Since the Lady Éowyn is out of your reach, I thought I would give you a different reward for your services,' Saruman answered. 'Do you wish to have her?'

'Indeed, my lord,' Wormtongue replied, staring with those lust-filled eyes into the ball.

'Then she shall be captured along with the Halflings.'

Wormtongue just stared into the ball, his eyes taking in every feature of that beautiful face.

They loaded into their boats in groups: Boromir, Merry, and Pippin in one, Aragorn, Sam and Frodo in another, and Gimli, Legolas and Gwyn in the last one. As they paddled down the Anduin, Gimli said, 'Ah, I have taken my worst wound at this parting, having looked my last upon that which is fairest. Henceforth I shall call nothing fair unless it be her gift to me.'

'What was her gift?' Legolas asked curiously.

'I asked her for one hair from her golden head,' Gimli said. 'She gave me three.'

Legolas and Gwyn looked at each other and smiled, but both frowned as their attention was drawn to their side, where they heard noise. It may have been a trick of the eye, but they thought they saw movement in the trees and bushes.

But the thoughts of that were brushed away when they came to a canyon guarded by two immense statues. Out of the corner of her eye, Gwyn saw her father tap Frodo on the shoulder and say, 'Frodo, the Argonath! Long have I desired to look upon the kings of old. My kin.'

As they reached the foot of Amon Hen they paddled to shore where they began to set up camp.

Aragorn began to lay out their plan of travel. 'We cross the lake at nightfall,' he said. 'Hide the boats and continue on foot. We approach Mordor from the north.'

'Oh, yes?' Gimli countered. 'It's just a simple matter of finding our way through Emyn Muil? An impassable labyrinth of razor sharp rocks! And after that, it gets even better!'

Pippin looked up suddenly, his face alarmed at what he was hearing.

Gimli continued, 'Festering, stinking marshlands far as the eye can see!'

'That is our road,' Aragorn informed him calmly.

Pippin glanced at him disbelievingly.

'Now I suggest you take some rest and recover your strength, Master Dwarf.'

'Recover my...?!' Gimli stuttered. 'Grrr...'

Gwyn approached her father cautiously. 'We should leave now,' she said.

'No,' Aragorn replied. 'Orcs patrol the eastern shore. We must wait for cover of darkness.'

'It is not the eastern shore that worries me,' Gwyn said, glancing around. 'A shadow and a threat has been growing in my mind. Something draws near...I can feel it!'

Aragorn looked for a moment as though he was about to say something comforting, but the comment never came.

Gimli, meanwhile, was still seething about Aragorn's remark. 'No dwarf need recover strength!' he muttered. Then, turning to Pippin, 'Pay no heed to that, young hobbit.'

Merry walked up, returning with some firewood. As he threw the wood down, he looked around the forest. 'Where's Frodo?' he said, alarmed.

Sam came out of the doze he had been in with a start. The Fellowship looked around, and Gwyn and Aragorn's gaze fell on Boromir's spot...only to find that it was unoccupied, his shield lying against the tree.

'Everyone!' Aragorn called firmly. 'We will spread out and search for Frodo. Gwyn, you take Merry and Pippin, Gimli and Sam, you will come with me!'

'Come!' Gwyn said quickly, dashing into the woods with the two hobbits trailing not too far behind her. But being a human, her stride was longer than the hobbits' and they soon fell far behind. Finally, she stopped and looked behind her, finding no one. 'Merry!' she called frantically. 'Pippin!' No answer. Silently cursing herself for her stupidity, she doubled back to search for the other two hobbits. In the distance she heard a horn blowing....

Her heart nearly stopped when she found them...surrounded by fighting Urûk-hai. Boromir was defending them. 'Boromir!' she called, lashing her sword in an arch out of its sheath. She rushed in to aid him, but was too late. Covering her mouth with her hand, she let out a small scream of terror as an arrow pierced Boromir's flesh. As Gwyn watched, terror-frozen, Boromir fell to his knees, gasping for breath. Bravely, he forced himself to stand again and swung his sword with perfect aim at an Urûk-hai that was coming in for the attack. Another black arrow flew into Boromir's stomach, and he dropped to his knees again.

'Move!' Gwyn scolded herself silently. But she couldn't move. She was frozen in fear and terror.

Determined not to be defeated by orcs, Boromir rose to his feet and killed another Urûk-hai. Once again he fell to his knees, swaying slightly.

The hobbits, who, like Gwyn, had been too frightened to move, summoned up all their courage and charged at the orcs. 'Shire!!' they cried, grabbing their swords. As easily as one would have picked up a feather, the Urûk-hai grabbed the Halflings and began to leave.

At that moment, Gwyn felt her wrist get hot. Her bracelet was glowing a soft white. Deep inside her, she knew what to do; that she had to act. With a cry she charged at the remaining orcs, determined to save Boromir and follow the hobbits. But just as easily as they had picked up the hobbits, the Urûk-hai grabbed Gwyn and followed the orcs bearing the hobbits. 'No!' she screamed as the orc that had shot Boromir drew an arrow, preparing to take one last shot. But she could do nothing. She was powerless against the creatures. Nevertheless, she kept screaming until one of the orcs said, 'Too much noise! Put her out!' She saw a rough, ugly hand coming towards her, then complete darkness as she was knocked out.

A/N: How was that, hm? Long enough? - srry it took me so long to get this up, I've kinda had a writers block....that, luckily, I just got over! Um, you guyz get why the uruks took Gwyn, too, right? Hope I made that clear with the Saruman/Wormtongue scene. Ne way, chap 7 should be up soon...now that I'm over that bloody accursed block! Grr, I hated it!

Well, plz review and tel me how that was!

Luv yas!

Lilz