To my reviewers, I love you all!

Oh, and I'm going to be borrowing another song from an anime. From Chrno Crusade, this time. And once again, I love the song, but it's fitting for the horrible fic.

Chapter Six

Starr sighed melodically and sat down on a rock. Gandalf was busy trying to remember what path to take.

"Is the senility kicking in?" she giggled.

The cave filled with laughter.

Whereas the room in actual Middle Earth was so quiet you could a pin drop.

(Cricket chirps)

"Oh, Lady Starr, you are quite skilled in the art of knowing how to cheer someone up!"

Pippin gave Merry a cheeky smile, causing Merry to grumble.

"Yeah, we're in a blasted cave that could be filled with orcs that may attack at any second; we are, for all purposes, completely lost; on a mission of great danger in which the fate of the world rests; tensions run an all-time high. Yet we find ourselves able to laugh as this wench ridicules one of our dear friends. Senile. Hmph!"

Starr fluttered her eyelashes, somehow finding enough light in the cave to light her eyes seductively.

Legolas had to restrain himself from swooning.

"ELVES DON'T SWOON!" Elladan, Elrohir, Arwen, and Legolas all yelled in unison.

Starr, growing bored, whipped out a pen and paper from nothingness (she's just skilled like that) and proceeded to write a paper on her theories of antidisestablishmentarianism. Why? Because it's a reeeeeally long word.

Gotta give her that one." Faramir shrugged.

She began to sing softly, just quiet enough so that Legolas alone could hear. For some inexplicable reason, she switched into French without knowing it.

"What's French?" Eowyn asked.

"Obviously some language. Strange." Aragorn's brows furrowed in thought.

Legolas sat next to her, his eyes a deep cerulean blue.

"How sexhay!"

"Shut up 'Dan."

"What is it you sing?" he asked softly.

Starr blinked, startled. "Oh…just a song I learned at my boarding school in Switzerland…"

"Boarding school? Switzerland? I am SO confused." Elrohir sighed and massaged his temples.

"It is very beautiful. A fitting song for the lips that sing it."

Legolas, whom we have not heard from in quite some time, let out a moan.

"Leggie- honey…" Starr tittered. "You flatterer, you!"

However, their romantic moment was RUDELY interrupted by Gandalf standing and declaring the way to go.

Legolas releases the breath he didn't know he had been holding. Good thing, because he was starting to turn blue.

All in the room sigh in relief.

"Dodged THAT one!" Arwen smiled.

Some stuff happened, and then some more stuff, and then they were standing in the grave-room-thingy. Starr rolled her eyes at Gimli's shaking form. He was gonna get snot all over the marble!

"Of all the insensitive things to write!" Gimli growled lowly.

Starr glanced around the room, hoping her mascara wasn't smudged and her hair was still in tact.

The loud bang startled her from her ignoring Gandalf's little book. She groaned as the drums of the orcs began to beat. This was SO not her day.

"And you think I was having a good day?" Pippin muttered incredulously.

"You did have a worse day than most of us. Except Gandalf." Aragorn commented, looking thoughtful.

Legolas was looking impressive with his bow, shooting down the orcs, while Starr bravely protected the cowering hobbits.

"We fought too…" moaned Merry, looking about ready to give up.

Then Frodo wandered off as the troll lumbered in, and few minutes later, BAM! Frodo on a stick!

"That's just sick." Elladan muttered.

Starr rushed over to the fallen hobbit. Blood was quickly spilling onto the stone floor.

"Frodo!" Sam let out a strangled cry.

"What happened to the mithril vest?" Pippin blinked.

"Oh, no…this is all my fault! I should have watched him better!" Starr sobbed.

The others were even more devastated to see her cry. Suddenly her voice began, softly at first, then growing in sound.

"Star of Bethlehem, star on high,

Miracle love of midnight sign,

Let your luminous light from Heaven enter hearts,

Star of happiness, star of wonder,

You see everything from afar,

Fill with love the age of man,

Oh light, oh holy light

Oh light divine!"

She finished, and then fainted. Legolas gathered her in his arms, a panicked look on his face. "Lady Starr!"

They managed to tear their eyes away from her serene slumbering beauty for a minute, to see that Frodo had been healed, and the blood had vanished.

"That would be almost miraculous…" Eowyn began. "If it had been anyone else." She finished flatly.

"It's a miracle! I'm alive!" Frodo cried. Then he rushed over to help the others revive Starr.

"Gimme a break…" Merry mumbled.

Starr awoke in the arms of Legolas. Judging by the breeze caressing her soft skin, she realized they must have been running. Blinking the blackness out of her vision, she glanced up at Legolas.

As if sensing her movement, he looked down and gave a cry of happiness. "Starr! Thank the Valar! I feared we had lost you."

He pressed a cheek on her forehead.

"You can do that while running from about a zillion orcs? You've got some skill there, Elfy." Faramir said, pretending to look impressed.

They stopped as they were surrounded by thousands of orcs. Legolas set Starr down to draw his bow. She glared at the surrounding orcs, for she had not wanted to leave Legolas's strong arms. She felt safe there.

The orcs shrank back slightly at her furious look.

Suddenly, a loud growl sliced through the darkness. The orcs looked extremely frightened, and turned and fled.

As the hall emptied, a red light could be seen between the pillars.

"What is this new devilry?" Boromir muttered to Gandalf.

"A Balrog…" Starr whispered, looking only slightly afraid.

"A demon of the ancient world…this foe is beyond any of you…RUN!" Gandalf yelled suddenly.

Starr snorted. She could take the stupid Balrog out. But just for that comment, she decided she would let Gandalf fall.

'Ha! He'll be sorry!' she smiled.

"What a b#$&!" Elrohir muttered darkly.

So Starr felt no emotion except the grim satisfaction of revenge as she watched Gandalf fall. However, she put on a stricken face, for the benefit of the others.

She wrapped an arm around Legolas's waist, resisting the urge to grab his tight butt.

Everyone present howled with laughter. Except Legolas. He almost looked surprised. Almost.

The look on his face was heart wrenching. Starr almost felt the sting of tears.

Now all she had to decide was whether or not to save Boromir…

Nah.

To be Continued…