FIRST KNIGHT BY ASHA DREAMWEAVER

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

Summary: BtVS/LotR. Buffy gets sent to Middle Earth to help bring down Sauron. Her duty, like the Istari, is not to confront Sauron directly but to help those fated to face him bring him down. More specifically she's to help the King of Gondor get on his throne. Will Arwen and Aragorn's love stand against the shadow? Will Legolas be able to keep a secret, that if revealed, could shatter the lives of those he cares for? Will Buffy be able to fulfil her duty? Will Denethor be able to put aside his animosity for the man who would supplant him? Will the ringbearer reach Mount Doom, or will he be cut down before he reaches his goal? And will Boromir resist the lure of the ring?

Author's Notes: ATTENTION!!!!!!! For all those who took the link for the MPA awards from the last chapter, it has been spelt wrong thanks to my spellchecker. The CORRECT LINK is HERE: - http : www. elvenlords . Net / MPA / mpa . htm

Review responses:

alliana greenleaf halliwell - True, he didn't know there was a live Balrog in Moria….

Anna - Thanks! Good call on the upcoming hi-jinks! And if I told you what mischief I was going to wreak, where would be the fun? And yes, more monsters. Plenty more monsters.

ChibiChibi - Thanks! Cliffhangers are so much fun to write! I have to keep you coming back somehow, don't I?

Cristina - let's hear it!

Donna8 - Thanks! And I usually update at weekends, more often at the holidays.

Draco's Slytherin Vampiress - thanks! And too right on the poison!

Eámanë Aldaríon of Rivendell - Mae govannen mellon nín! And you're welcome! And as for your question, I considered that about two months ago and his fate has been decided but I sadly can't tell you yet! (ducks thrown object) And yeah, Buffy's going through a very rough patch lately! Thanks for the great, as usual, review! Namárië!

goldenshadows - yeah, that person who invented cliffhangers does a really good job of keeping their name quiet!

Haley - You had to ask that question didn't you? Remember Murphy's Law? Aragorn lives by it. And I think Buffy will be slightly more annoyed with the arrow…

Hally - I am not naturally evil (I think) but I enjoy being so.

Herald-Mage Brianna - that will change…

Irishsodabread - I do hope you get to finish it!

Lady of the Wood - there will be some B/A action in this part, but whether it can be classed as romance, with both characters living in denial, I don't know… and yes, the Balrog makes as an appearance, this is its second time returning as a guest star in this little fic… thanks for your vote! THANK YOU! Thanks for bringing the link to my attention, apparently my spellchecker decided to get creative…

Lunawolf - You would think so wouldn't you?

Malfeus - you're not turning into Gollum on me are you?

Mari - Well, this cliffhanger was intentional, but then at least every story has to have one, right?

N/A - You'll get some B/A fluff but none of the smutty variety, unfortunately! And yes, Aragorn attracts trouble like honey attracts flies.

Phoenix83ad - Thanks! :) And I would like to take this opportunity to mention that in my evil, I warn people that I am quite evil. What did you expect? And she's the Slayer, bad things gravitate towards her. I'm only being creative in the ways that I try to kill her! As for her friends, there's still that lovely twinge of betrayal but she's kinda forgiven them mostly as it was so long ago. (This is her fifteenth year in ME.) By now, the Scoobies are fifteen years older, hopefully still living, and are people she will never see again. A grudge kinda tends to wear down over the years.

polgara-5 - Thanks! And yes, this chapter has been written to show my take at what memories Aragorn had of Moria before FotR.

restive nature - Thanks a bunch! Yes, your call on the 'dream' is dead on. 'out of body experience' is what I'd classify it. And no Legolas didn't encounter a Balrog before FotR. They're an endangered species in the Third Age. But he would have been able to identify them and heard all the lovely tales about them from when they were terrorising all the Elves of the First Age. Also, you are right about the Buffy plot you described. It took place in season five. And to answer your analysis of Aragorn, I firmly believe that all repeated heroes have a death wish. Most people would use the 'flight' part of the 'fight or flight' instinct when faced with impossible odds… you had a lot of really interesting ideas though. I really never thought of it that way before… you're 'uh-oh' just might be right….

Shadow Master - well, they have to build up to the challenges in LotR yes? Ok, regarding the Dwarven colony. The original Dwarves were driven out by Mr Balrog in year 1980 of the Third Age. Over a millennia later, after the reclaiming of the Lonely Mountain (Erebor) Balin got restless and started to want to go to Moria to reclaim that. He eventually succeed in going and left Erebor in the year 2989, which is four years after this chapter. Balin's colony was then obliterated in 2994, which was five years later. So at the current point of time, there are no Dwarves in Moria to help Buffy and Aragorn. So no cavalry. And Buffy will meet Gimli for the first time in FotR.

ShawThang - Thanks!!! Yes, I think the Glorfindel in the Third Age is also the Glorfindel that died. While Tolkien's works contradict each other, I'm of the opinion that there can't be too many golden-haired, Noldor-orientated, renowned warriors named Glorfindel from Valinor wandering around ME just for the fun of it. I believe only one of Tolkien's opinions on him; - that he came back to ME in the Second Age.

Star - Didn't Buffy and Aragorn meet in the dream? (ducks thrown object…) And canon states in FotR that Aragorn had been in Moria before the Fellowship went, and that the memory was 'very evil'. This is just my take, thanks to one of my reviewer's posing the question and setting my muse working overtime.

Yummy - you'd have to find me first. And then I'd have to sic Sauron on you…

And major thanks goes to:

Gaul1, Imp17, mary4angelus, moonbunny77, ms8309, Night-Owl123, pamie884, Rain Dancer2, Sparky24, Tkiwi, Wild320, Zayra,

By the way, this chapter, the next one and the previous one (its first part) are dedicated to Eámanë Aldaríon of Rivendell, who mentioned the Moria thing to me, and sent my muse weaving plots. Eámanë's question spurred me to think on what could have happened and made me write this chapter so thanks!

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: HERE BE MONSTERS PART ONE

The Mines of Moria. The month of Lotessë (May). 24 hours later.

There was a strange comfort in realising that you were just insane enough to dare escape attempts that had only a slight chance of working.

Hence how Aragorn had just barely managed to lose the Balrog.

Flinging himself down what appeared to be a slanting shaft for some domestic purpose, - he refused to think that it may have been a sewer, - which the Balrog had no chance of fitting into, and landed in yet another distant part of the mines.

From there, he had promptly vacated the area, half expecting the Balrog to come after him somehow.

That had been a full day ago as far as he could tell and he was now in even worse shape than he had been before; his light pack had ripped and quite a portion of his meagre supplies had been lost in his flight.

With eyes bleary from a need for sleep that he could not give in to, Aragorn stumbled along through a mazelike section of the mines, traversing passage after passage, until suddenly, he tripped over something and went sprawling.

Aragorn swore viciously as he tried to lurch to his feet but his movement was abruptly halted by a small murmur behind him.

Unsheathing his dagger from its place on his hip, Aragorn crouched low and prepared to fight whatever foe was approaching him from behind. But when he spun, he could see nor hear anyone.

Out of the corner of his eye, he picked up the faintest pinprick of light, muffled but clearly visible when he looked for it. Reaching out to its source, he picked up an object that while it still shone with a blue light, was darkened by the damage it had taken. After a moment, Aragorn identified it as a glow-ball of the Elves. What was such a thing doing in Dwarven mines?

But it at least was light. And it bore no token of imminent death unlike his last search for its elusive presence. He would take any comfort he could get.

Another sound came from behind him, this time it sounded like something moving, and using the glow ball to see his way, he cautiously went to investigate.

And when he discovered the sounds' source, he now knew how his foster father felt when he talked of experiencing near heart attacks from his children's antics.

"Am I dreaming?" he whispered in absolute shock, causing Buffy to stir when she heard his voice.

"I'm probably the wrong person to ask." she groaned painfully and opened her eyes just in time to see Aragorn nearly collapse, his face paled to a ghostly white as he realised that yes, she was indeed in Moria.

"I had a dream that you were here," Aragorn whispered, touching her to see if she was real and not just another fiction of his imagination.

"So did I," Buffy said, struggling to sit up, "It was weird. You were in trouble again, so I came here. Got chased by a few orcs and fell down a nice conveniently open hole. So how was your stay?"

Aragorn just stared at her, trying to process her double quick answer. "I feel that I should thank you." he said, "It means a lot to me that you would do something stupid like that on my account. But what by Eru were you thinking? These mines hoard death, not treasure."

Buffy scrounged up enough energy to glare, one hand involuntarily pressing against her side to try and curtail the blood flow, "Well, maybe if you didn't keep ending up in stupid, crazily dangerous and possibly suicidal situations so very, very often, I wouldn't have to come chasing after you to save your butt! You know, did you ever consider a vacation from trouble hunting? I hear the Grey Havens are lovely this time of year."

Aragorn seemed to be on the verge of one of his lectures on personal safety, which was hypocritical to say the least, but he noticed Buffy's stiff posture, and conspicuously placed hand first and all thoughts of chastisement went out of his head.

"By the Valar!" he exclaimed, noticing the arrow protruding from her side, "What happened to you?!"

"The orcs shot me. How did you think I fell down the hole?" Buffy replied, "But look at the state of you ranger boy, what did you do? Fall down a coal shaft?"

"Never mind about me," Aragorn all but growled, reaching over to inspect the wound, "What were you thinking? I have no supplies with me, and this wound is bad!"

"Well, I believe I was thinking 'oh blast, there's a great big hole that I'm tottering on,'" Buffy snapped, annoyed at his tone, "Look chill, I'm a slayer. We're built to take blows that would kill an ordinary person ten times over. Give it a few days and I'll be as right as rain."

"Give it a few days, and you shall be dead from poison," Aragorn hissed, and without warning pulled out the arrow.

Buffy gave a sharp cry of pain, "What the hell did you do that for?" she gasped, "Trying out for Sauron's House of Pain?"

She was somewhat mollified when he looked somewhat abashed, "'Twas easier to do it when you did not expect it. You would only have tensed up, and the pain would have been worse."

"I already feel like I've been hit by a speeding dragon." Buffy said,

"You are lucky to be feeling anything right now." Aragorn replied, absorbed in his task of trying to draw the poison out, "It is an ugly looking wound." he pronounced, "And there is little I can do as things stand."

"Trust me, it doesn't feel pretty either." Buffy said, "But I think you should tell me exactly why you decided hiking through the Mines of Moria, also called by the lovely happy name 'the Black Pit'?"

"I did not come here by choice: - I was driven in," Aragorn said, "I was cornered in the Dimrill Dale by the Black Riders and a legion of orcs. I had no choice but to seek refuge here but I could not find my way out again. And I still cannot."

"You know, that really sucks because I so don't know the way out either and it's not as if I can retrace my steps since I took a flying dive down a nice gaping hole. And unless you have a map you just happened to forget about it, then we're both in the same boat now."

"The situation looks dismal indeed," Aragorn agreed, "But we must find a way out, or be the next to die in these mines."

"My, aren't we cheerful?" Buffy said, staggering to her feet as Aragorn finished wrapping some cloth around her middle.

She wavered slightly as she stood and Aragorn made to catch her, but she waved him away, "I'll be fine."

"But your head…" he said, indicating her richly purpled left temple, no doubt a reminder from her impact with the stone floor.

"It's my favourite of all my bruises." Buffy said, "A nice colour I would imagine, probably looks as ugly as it feels and a rather good incentive for me to beat some things into bloody pulps. And hey, is that my glow ball?"

"Buffy, you are not well. I cannot neutralise the poison of the glamhoth (orcs) as things are," Aragorn said, reaching out to steady her as she swayed, "You cannot go on as you normally do. You will not make it to even see the daylight once more if you do not take care of yourself, or at least let me do so for you."

"Aragorn, I'm no defenceless kid and I think I get the tie-breaker on this one. I was the one on the ouch end of the arrow."

"And I have had more healer training than you," Aragorn said firmly, looping an arm around her shoulders to support her, "And if you truly think that there is a way out of here, then you shall need all your strength to find it."

"You know, I hate it when you're right," Buffy grumbled, but leaned into his embrace as her side throbbed.

Through the winding halls they walked for maybe an hour, until Aragorn at last spotted a suitable place to bed down for the night. Buffy, who was more tired than she let on, gave only token protest when he practically ordered her to rest.

"Chew on these," Aragorn said firmly, pushing the dried leaves into her hand.

"What are they?" Buffy asked.

"I need to stitch your wound ere you lose more blood than you can afford," he answered, "The leaves will drug you into a sleep where you will not feel them."

"And what happens if orcs come calling?" Buffy protested.

"Then 'twould hardly matter whether you were awake or not. The yrrch (orcs) know these halls far better than you or I can ever hope to and even if we ran, they would know how to get ahead of us. Our only hope is to remain undetected, and I believe that we are so far down into the bowels now as to be less close to their haunts."

Buffy eventually had to agree with him, and started chewing the leaves, her nose wrinkling in disgust. "I will so get you back for this one day," she slurred quietly, "Those things taste foul."

As she fell into slumber, Aragorn deftly cleaned and stitched her wound as best as he could. And when he was done, he gathered her close in his arms to warm her, and settled down to guard her sleep.

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Buffy snapped awake from a particularly vicious nightmare about Angelus's twisted crimes and the whole Acathla incident to find Aragorn cradling her gently. He was rocking her too, she noticed, and whispering soft reassurances to her.

She found that his embrace was oddly comforting. It made her feel safe, not a feeling she was used to in her line of business. Forcibly pushing away the feelings and gushy, moony thoughts that threatened to overwhelm all of her hard-pressed common sense, she focused instead on stopping the tremors that wracked her.

She didn't have these nightmares often, but every once in a while, they came back. God knows she had enough horrors in her past to be used for fodder for an entire series of horror movies. She thought that she'd dealt fairly well with the mess that was often her life, but every so often, she'd have nightmares so bad that they literally left her shaking.

Except normally, she didn't have any comfort when she woke. And she had most certainly never had let a man she'd kissed ever see her all weak, and girly like. Especially in Middle Earth. You broke a nail here and all those super chivalrous guys acted like you'd attempted to scale the Emyn Muil with a pitchfork.

"Buffy?" Aragorn asked quietly, finally noticing that she was awake, "How are you?"

He studied her carefully as she composed herself. The hazel eyes were cat-like in the dark, huge and brightly glittering, but at least her shivering was beginning to stop. She cuddled into him and he tightened his hold on her protectively.

"I'm sorry for waking you," Buffy said after a few minutes, "It's just that sometimes, in really bad situations, I kinda dream of the crappiest and scariest moments of my life. I really didn't expect it to happen now, though, and definitely not in front of you. I figured I'd put it out of my mind, you know. Taken a break. Gotten some perspective... and then wake up in the night terrified. Some slayer, aren't I?"

Aragorn hugged her tighter, "You are a wonderful slayer Buffy. Everyone is entitled to their fears. I think I shall have nightmares worthy of the work of Irmo himself about this foul place for many a long year if we survive it." He handed her his last remaining flask of miruvor, the cordial of Rivendell, "Here, take a sip of this. It will ease your chill." he said.

Buffy did, relishing the warm feeling it generated, "You're a good friend Aragorn," she said fondly, causing Aragorn's heart to jump strangely. He ignored the feeling, passing it off as just an addled brain from lack of sleep and too much cares.

Strangely enough though, he slept with a lighter heart that night.

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His rest did not long go undisturbed. Whilst Buffy was securely locked into a forced sleep and did not stir, Aragorn was awoken by a growing darkness in his mind, and the ever increasing uneasiness of his heart.

The hunt was near…

Ears perked for the slightest sound, he waited with bated breath and a nervous heart to see if they had been found by the enemy.

A loud rolling boom resounded through the mines, the narrow, twisting passages of the lower levels magnifying and echoing the sound. In his arms, Buffy stirred and came fully awake as the drumbeat increased in speed and its noise grew louder.

Lifting her head from its comfortable perch on his chest, Buffy flinched as the next boom, boom, reached her ears. She looked at Aragorn's tense expression and sighed, "I take it that you can you hear that?" she said, "And this isn't just another nightmare?"

"Yes, but what does it mean?" Aragorn said half to her, and half to himself.

"Big trouble." Buffy answered, her mind overloaded with all the possibilities of what could go wrong in their current little mess. "Big trouble," she repeated, "And it ain't gonna be pretty."

"I think the Balrog draws near," Aragorn said with no little fear. "The air grows hot."

Buffy froze, "Balrog? As in Glorfindel's type of Balrog? Here? What is it doing after us?"

"I may have accidentally disturbed it," Aragorn answered somewhat defensively.

"More like walked right in on it," Buffy groaned, "I really can't believe you at times, Aragorn. Personally, I think Murphy's Law was made with you in mind. Honestly, you -" She trailed off as a high pitched bone chilling shriek reverberated throughout the nearby passages, but then seemed to grow further and further away until the two sole humans in the mine could breathe again.

"Aragorn? I kinda think you failed to mention that the Nazgûl followed you in!" Buffy exclaimed.

"Well, I hardly think it is necessary for me to tell you at this point," Aragorn said sarcastically, "As they are very obviously here. And hunting."

"Well, this just keeps getting better and better. Nazgûl, orcs and a Balrog, and oh yeah, no way out. I think you've really outdone yourself this time!"

Aragorn sought to soothe her ire, "Buffy, mellon nín (my friend), calm down. We must get some rest ere we try to find a way out of this maze, and working yourself up is not the way to do that. Rest Buffy, get some sleep."

Making an effort to push aside the urge to throttle him, Buffy acquiesced and settled in to resume her interrupted sleep, feeling the lingering affects of the drugs carry her away within minutes.

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About seven hours later.

When Buffy next woke, refreshed from sleep but still feeling the lingering lethargy that she knew was the poison setting to work, slowly thanks to her slayer heritage, but working nonetheless, Aragorn was already up.

As she got up, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in her side, Aragorn silently handed her what could only be termed as a really pitiful portion of food. "That's it?" she asked.

"Even with your supplies added to my own scant provisions, we maybe have enough for only four days at most. And only if we ration. My pack was ripped, and a lot of my provisions were lost. Yours are in better condition, but they are few. Your pack seems to have been opened when you fell." he explained.

Buffy silently cursed Murphy's Law for its frequent intervention in her life. "Then we'd better get out of here in double quick time, huh? Or else the orcs won't have to kill us."

Aragorn didn't reply and after both had finished their meagre repast, they left to try to find the way out of this Valar forsaken place.

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After several hours of weary trekking, the duo had managed to ascend to the upper levels of Moria. Buffy had decided to take the rather risky route of using her senses to hone in on the highest concentration of evil activity from above, and used it to guide their way through the winding maze. Aragorn hadn't been pleased with the idea, but what other choice did they have?

"Look, light!" Aragorn cried, pointing into the distance, towards the furthermost tunnel entrance, but having learnt his lesson before, he made no move to go near it.

Buffy turned and her sharper eyes discerned something glowing rather brightly, moving quite fast by the tunnel entrance. She turned a cynical glare on the ranger. "We're being hunted and you're hello-ing a strange, fast-moving light in the dark?" she said, "Do you even have a survival instinct?"

Buffy chose the opposite path to the one with the strange light, but silently cursed herself when four all too familiar figures moved in the darkness. Apparently, she'd done an Aragorn and walked straight into four Nazgûl. Who were led by the Witch-King who hated her guts.

"Demons. Ah, there's something you don't see every day. Unless of course you're us." Buffy muttered, trying to grab Aragorn and backtrack.

But they had not gone more than a few feet when they heard the scrabbling sound of orcs coming from behind them. Buffy nodded in an expected defeat. Of course, nothing good could ever happen to her. Her luck only came in two forms: bad, and worse.

"I bet the death-rate really keeps the rent down." she quipped to Aragorn as she decided to deal with the major threat first.

"Hiril (Lady), no!" Aragorn cried, careful not to use her name or title, "You cannot kill these things. They are neither living nor dead! We need a plan first!"

"Well, you keep working on it, I'll go kill them." Buffy said, pulling away and drawing her sword, "So who wants to party first?" she asked.

The Witch-King snarled and ordered his fellow wraiths to attack. Soon Buffy was ducking, weaving and slashing to keep abreast of the flood of nasties trying to kill them. Aragorn too was holding his own, but two to around fifty weren't great odds.

Just when Buffy was nearly backed up into the wall by a jubilant Morgul Lord, a loud, quite terrifying roar came to their ears. The passage become filled with searing heat, and a flickering orange-red glow as the Balrog came to investigate the ruckus in his abode.

Buffy gaped at the monster, suddenly feeling a hell of a lot more respect for poor Glorfindel, but noticing her enemies backing away in fear of the ancient demon of Morgoth, she took her chance to get out a bad situation.

Grabbing Aragorn's arm, she hauled him down a deserted side passage as the Nazgûl and orcs scattered, ignoring the fresh blood coming from her side.

She had never thought she would see the day when she was saved by a Balrog…

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Buffy and Aragorn ran for what must have been at good hour or two ere they paused for a rest and to catch their long disappeared breath.

Aragorn once he had regained enough breath to speak, inquired after her well being. "We were saved from certain death by an unlikely creature," he said, "But the battle before was hard. How did you fare?"

"Nothing like getting your ass kicked to make your ass hurt." Buffy replied airily, "It was most definitely not my best fight scene. And I really don't like losing, as it usually involves bucket loads of pain."

Aragorn's expression darkened at her feigned light tone; he knew her far too well to believe that she was fine. "Buffy, do not tell me that you have ripped open your stitches." he said, sounding remarkably like Elrond for a moment there.

Buffy just nodded, "Ok, I won't tell you." and turned around to take her pack off her back.

Strong arms reached for her and turned her around, forcing her downwards, "Buffy! Sit down!" Aragorn ordered, his heart clenching with concern for the wounded slayer. Examining the pouting slayer, he had to hide his shock at what he found.

Not only had she reopened the arrow wound in her side, but in a wide gash across her hip was a sword slash. It had to have been painful for her to walk at all, but she hadn't even complained once.

"Buffy, you were fighting the Nazgûl were you not?" Aragorn asked carefully.

"Yeah, the Kingy guy kept trying to gut me. It was highly annoying."

"Gut you with what?"

"Oh, you know, the usual. He had this cool, wickedly curved little dagger thingy that I would just love to have if it wasn't, you know, evil." Buffy babbled quite happily.

"Buffy Dagnir (slayer)!" Aragorn admonished, "You chastise me about my tendency for trouble but you fail to look towards yourself! Did you feel the need to compound the situation further by getting another form of poison in your bloodstream, or was it a mere mischance of your ridiculous battle plan?!"

"So I'm finding the whole getting shot very motivating." Buffy growled at him, her temper roused by his words, "And for your information mister, I normally don't get sliced and diced on purpose!"

Aragorn sighed wearily, "Buffy, the dagger you describe is a Morgul blade, forged in the Morgul Vale, with all the sorcery of the Witch-King. This is a poison much stronger than the one you received from the Witch-King's sword all that time ago. This is deadly, and few now remain on the Hither Shores with the skill to combat such an evil."

Buffy's face whitened, "I'm not much big into the whole dying thing. It's been done way too many times already. It's like I'm a cat with nine lives, and I've already used… let's see, about four or five. So I'm royally screwed."

"Come, I saw a small nook in one of the tunnels, probably a storage place of some kind. We can rest there while I tend to your wounds." Aragorn said, carefully looping an arm around Buffy's waist to haul her up.

But when she felt his hands go under her knees as well, as he prepared to lift her, she skewered him with a deadly glare. "Don't even think about it!" she hissed.

He ignored her death glares and scooped her up into his arms, cradling her petite form to his chest. "Buffy, you cannot walk with a Morgul wound on your hip, I know it hurts you and 'twill only get worse. I realise that you will have to walk later but not until your wound is treated. So stop acting like a child, and heed my counsel on this matter."

Buffy continued to glare at him half-heartedly, "I hope you realise that I am so helping the twins harass you next time you're in Rivendell?"

Aragorn chuckled as he bore her down the hall, "I'm sure that you will manage to create some horrible form of torture for me, mellon nín, (my friend) but that shall be in another time and in another place."

Buffy's head cocked to the side as her spidey sense flared, "What's that?" she demanded when she detected the faintest rumble.

Aragorn stopped and listened too, and his face went very still and grave. "I do not know," he answered, "But I think the time for flight is upon us."

But even as he ran down the hall with swift strides, the ceiling shook and the walls rumbled, and as the duo tried to reach a place of safety, the passage's support beams collapsed under its own weight, and the tunnel caved in on itself, burying with it, the resting place of the slayer and ranger….

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Next chapter: Aragorn learns the meaning of Noah's Ark… Aragorn strengthens something unseen… things are woken in the bowels of Moria… Galadriel frets… and a daring escape attempt is made…

Elvish:

Lotessë - Quenya for May

Glamhoth - orcs

Yrrch- orcs

mellon nín - my friend

Hiril - lady

Dagnir - slayer

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Irmo - Vala, master of visions and dreams, commonly called Lórien from the name of his dwelling in Valinor.

Miruvor - the cordial of the Eldar.

Mithlond - the Grey Havens. Ruled by Círdan.

Morgul Vale - once housed a city of Gondor called Minas Ithil 'Tower of the Moon' but was overrun by Sauron before the Last Alliance. It is now a province of Mordor that houses the Ringwraiths that do not hold Dol Guldur in Mirkwood.

Moria - 'The Black Chasm', later name for the great works of the Dwarves under the Misty Mountains. Called Khazad-dûm in Dwarvish.

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