You Could Have Caught Me

By:

LiL Pippin Padfoot

Disclaimer: I know, I'm making Moria shorter. I need to, I was dreading this chapter, as much as I'm dreading Amon Hen. So, beware Character Death Ahoy, thought He comes back to life, he still dies first. And this is like a bit from the book, a bit from the movie, and a bit from my imagination. Don't flame me because I have like a few battles or things I decide to leave out. Creative License! Oh, yea I don't own anything.

Chapter 7

A Battle

I knew it was coming. I had been rather skittish the past day, and the Fellowship had noticed. I wasn't feeling bad for Gandalf. Oh no, I was way past pitying the old man. I was feeling bad for the entire Fellowship, especially Boromir, who I knew was going to die.

Then I saw Legolas grab his bow, and shoot an goblin that had been climbing the wall. We were surrounded, and we drew our weapons. Everyone tried to block Frodo and myself.

Legolas's bow let loose a few more arrows, but then the goblin's started to flee. Legolas yelled

"Ai! Ai! A Balrog!"

"RUN!"

All of us ran for our lives. Then we came to the crumbling bridge. Everyone jumped, or was thrown across, save Frodo, Aragorn, and I.

You see, I have this irrational fear of heights, and giant lave pits. I was willing to deal with the Balrog.

Aragorn threw Frodo over, barely making it, and turned to me.

"You need to jump."

"Uh-uh. I think I'll just hang out over here...."

"Some one will catch you, I promise."

"You go first. Your going to be king, hopefully, and me, well, I have no potential. You go first."

Aragorn shook his head.

"You need to go, I will not leave anyone behind."

"Why are men so stubborn?"

"Just GO!"

I took a shuddering breath, backed up a few feet, and then ran. When I jumped, I closed my eyes. Granted, it wasn't the smartest thing, but I kept them closed, until my feet hit the ground. My knees seemed to go out from under me. But luckily, Aragorn was right. Legolas caught me, and helped me up, and Aragorn jumped across.

We watched as Gandalf fought the Balrog, then fell. Frodo let out a blood curdling scream, and Aragorn led us, at a run, out of Moria.

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Out side! The fresh air bit at us. And the tears stinging the hobbit's eyes.

"Get them up." Said Aragorn

Boromir argued with him, but in the end, everyone was roused up. Then they turned to me.

"Why did you not tell us?" demanded Frodo. "You could of warned us! Warned Gandalf! We would still have had him!"

I couldn't face him. I looked away.

"I couldn't."

"Why not?"

"If I did, would it have mattered? Gandalf still might have fallen. And if not? Things that should have happened, might not happen. And that could mean success or failure in your mission."

"I still don't understand."

"If I told you, right now, every single one of your futures, you wouldn't want them. Not now. Things will happen that make you accept your future. For instance Aragorn isn't ready to be a king yet. In a year, he may be. That's why. I can't explain it in any other way."

They seemed to begrudgingly accept this answer. And we moved on.

Most serious, and Maybe Longest Chapter yet.