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Chapter 11: Sharp Wind and Trying to Talk. Not a Good Combo.

Laure's POV

We trudge up this God forsaking mountain for what feels like forever. I wish we were on the other side right now. Gandalf is in the lead with everyone following. Suddenly I run into Pippin.

"Jesus, sorry Pippin I-"

He doesn't seem to be listening to what I'm saying. He is concentrating on something behind me. I'm almost afraid to look back.

It looks as if Frodo has fallen in his exhaustion. He franticly looks for something around him. Please don't tell me he lost the ring already I sigh to myself. Abruptly Boromir has found the ring. We are too far up the mountain to hear what they are saying but I get the gist of it from body language. The ring infatuates Boromir, making Frodo edgy and Aragorn wary. His hand on his sword, Aragorn is ready to defend Frodo if need be.

After what seems like a millenium Boromir gives the ring back to Frodo. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. When Boromir returns to the group we continue up the mountain. We climb around this sharp turn when snow starts to fall.

"Why," I whisper, "why do you hate me so much. Not only am I climbing up a frigging mountain, it decides to snow."

"At least we're getting a good workout, right?" Ilsa the optimistic says.

"Aren't you just in a jolly mood. Who put cheer-powder in your food today and why didn't I get any?"

We end our conversation due to how exhausting this trek is. We go on for another hour in silence, broken by our deep breathing. I'm not as cold as I could be. I look around at the other companions while they shiver. I'm not even shaking from it. This is confusing, but I am choosing to ignore it.

Wow, I'm tall. I normally tower over everyone but this is madness. I-wait- am I walking on the snow? This is too cool, almost to a point of freaky. If I can walk on snow maybe I could walk on water too! Hey Jesus did it; perhaps I'm the next in line for that gig.

I'm just hanging out noticing how nobody is helping Gimli. He can barley see over the snow. It could be that they tried but he was too heavy with all his equipment. Not like that but you get the gist of it. I lightly pace over too him.

"Gimli," I yell over the storm, "do you want me to help you or something. This is all new to me."

"No. I got it," He yells back.

I nod. Not even wasting my breath to have him hear me over this racket.

From behind me I feel someone grab my arm. I jerk forward in surprise.

"It's me," Legolas bellows in my ear, "I want to move you closer to the wall. I have a bad feeling about this."

I go towards the wall keeping an eye on Gimli.

"There is a fell voice on the air," I hear Legolas say.

"IT'S SARUMAN!" Gandalf screams at us at the same time rocks crumple above us.

"Crap." I say as I get a mouthful of snow.

I pop up in time to hear Aragorn say, "He is trying to bring down the mountain! Gandalf we must turn back!"

"NO!" Gandalf struggles, saying a chant holding his hands to the sky.

"We have to get off this mountain. And take the west road to my city," Boromir calls.

"That leads us too close to Isengard!" Aragorn says.

"If we can not pass over the mountain let us go under it! Let us go through the mines of Moria!"

"Let the ring bearer decide," Gandalf said.

Frodo takes a minute to look at us. Seeing how cold everyone else is he says, "We will go through the mines."

"So be it."

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