I don't own Lord of the Rings, nor it's places or characters. Only Mÿne.


So there they stood, in the small light Gandalf's staff provided them. The darkness crept around them, making Mÿne feel uneasy.

"We have but one choice. We must face the long darkness of Moria." Gandalf said, taking a few steps forward.

He quickly looked at the bodies of the dwarfs beneath him. They were no more than rotten corpses, pierced with dark arrows. Dried blood marked their violent deaths.

"Be on your guard." Gandalf continued, "There are older and fouler things than orcs in the deep places of the world."

He took the lead, providing everyone light as they walked up the steps before them, slowly and silent.

Gandalf dropped his voice to a small whisper, "Quiet now, it's a four day journey to the other side."

Mÿne looked at Aragorn who shot a glance at Boromir.

"Let us hope our presence will go unnoticed."


And so they walked silently. The only sounds that could be heard were the soft shuffles of footsteps on sand and dirt on their path. Moria seemed to be a bigger and deeper place Mÿne had ever imagined. The air was thick and musky. When she inhaled air she could even taste the sand on her tongue. They walked on small rocky paths, bridges that sometimes only could be crossed if Mÿne walked one foot before the other. There hadn't been anyone here for a long time. It was unnaturally silent and it made Mÿne think about her solo journey through the woods, just before they came to Wheatertop.

The fellowship took some small stairs beneath them and stopped at a ledge. Chains with buckets and more ladders were seen. The buckets swayed on their chains, making soft sounds echo against the thick walls around them.

Gandalf put his hand on the wall and pointed at the silver lines in it. Mÿne had to squeeze her eyes to see them.

"The wealth of Moria was not in gold, or jewels." he said, looking at the rest of the fellowship. "But in Mithril."

He lowered his staff to the gap beneath them. Mÿne bowed slightly to look over the ledge, and her eyes widened. The walls seem to light up with a silver glow. Big mills and ladder were fixed on the shiny walls. Chains led to more buckets and ladders below them. It was very deep and they couldn't see the bottom. Gandalf lifted his staff and proceed walking again, taking the narrow ledge on their left.

"Bilbo once had a shirt of Mithrilrings that Thorin gave him." Gandalf told them.

Gimli gasped at this, painfully audible against the stone walls of the mine.

"That was a kingly gift!" he said, and Mÿne could make out a jealous tone in his voice.

"Yes!" Gandalf said, nodding, "I never told him but it's worth was greater than the lands of the Shire."

They started to climb a huge stone staircase, that went up above their heads. Pippin started to complain softly how his feet were hurting. Merry just smacked him on his back and whispered he should carry on. Mÿne held on to the pointy rocky walls beside her to push her way up the steep stairs. Her knees were screaming for some rest but the stairs were too small to stop in the middle. She reached the top and moved sidewards to let the rest of the fellowship pass. Pippin slipped of one step halfway but luckily Merry was there to push him back up. Mÿne reached out and helped Pippin up when he reached the top.

"Careful, little ones." she said as she grabbed Merry by his collar and pulled him on the rocky platform they were standing on. She turned to Gandalf and sighed. There was a threeway split before them. Gandalf looked at every one of them.

With a small and tired voice he said: "I have no memory of this place."

Mÿne cocked her eyebrow up. So, that was it then? Lost in the depths of orc-filled mines. No path to turn back to. No other exit. Gandalf sat down and pulled his hat of his head. He placed it beside him and stared at the split in front of them.

"So... I guess this means a break, right?" Pippin asked as he also sat down. From his bag he pulled out his pipe and started to light it. The other hobbits sat down next to him and did the same.

"We'd best stand on guard." Aragorn whispered to Mÿne. She nodded, put down her bag and stood on the end on the platform. She watched the other side with the shimmering walls. It someone came from that way she'd know immediately. Soon, the hobbits started to whisper with each other.

Mÿne yawned, she was standig on the edge of the platform for almost an hour now. Nothing had happened. Gandalf was still thinking. She watched the mills and the ladders beneath her. It was strange to imagine that the dwarfs had worked here. The axes were still there, the buckets still hung in the air on their chains. It was like they took a break and never returned.

Well, it actually might have gone that way, she realised. Mÿne shivered. It should have been tough to fight in such a deep down place. No getting out, no calling for aid. Nobody knew this had happened. Except for Gandalf maybe. That was probably the reason he was so reluctant to come here.

She woke up from her thoughts when she heard something rustling. She turned around and saw Frodo walk up to Gandalf, with haste. Frodo sat down with him and they started to talk. Mÿne shrugged and focused on the paths beneath them. That was when she saw something move. A creature moved in the shadows of the dark walls, avoiding all the bright shiny walls and silently crawling. Mÿne reached for her bow and arrows. She placed one arrow on her bow and squinted her eyes at the creature. It crawled slowly, making his way up to them. It jumped on a small rocky hill. Two pair of shiny eyes were looking in the distant. Her heart started to beat faster as she pulled the string of her bow backwards. One of the hobbits started to cough and it distracted her for a second. When she looked back at the hill the creature was gone. Slightly disappointed and frustrated she looked below. Where'd it gone? She turned around and soflty ran to Gandalf.

"Gandalf I saw-"

"Gollum." Gandalf answered, not taking his eyes of the split in front of them, "Yes, he's been following us for a while now."

Mÿne was taken aback. Gollum? Here? Why?

"Isn't that dangerous? He could betray our passing through the mines." Mÿne said worried, looking back at the edge where she'd saw him.

"I don't think he will. He might be a traitorous creature, but he isn't that fond of the orcs. Besides, he might have to play his part yet." Gandalf said.

Mÿne frowned. Play his part? In what? Something about it gave her the shivers. She didn't like the idea of Gollum getting involved in their journey at all. Before she could even ask more, Gandalf had stood up triumphant.

"It's that way." he said, nodding to one of the stone arches.

"He's remembered!" Merry said relieved. He put away his pipe and got up.

"No," Gandalf said smiling while he made his way to the arch on the left. "But the air doesn't smell so foul in here. If in doubt, Meriadoc, always follow your nose..."

The fellowship got up and followed him through the stone arch. A stone staircase leading downwards waited for them. Gandalf was right. While the air they've been traveling trough had been thick and musky, this air felt more lighter. Mÿne smiled, it could only mean one thing. An exit.


They ended in a large hall. Mÿne could actually feel a small wisp of wind stroking her cheeks. She heard soft waterdrops echo in the distant. Gandalf made more light and Mÿne gasped. Before them lay a huge hall with large pillars of stone to hold up the ceiling. They were neatly carved and rose up way above their heads.

"Behold, the great realm and dwarfcity of Dwarrowdelf" he told them while raising up his staff.

The light spread across the pillars, enlightening the carved markings on the them and giving a great view of rows and rows of pillars, all stretching up above them to hold the ceiling and...probably the mountain itself. Mÿne looked up and tried to see the end of the pillars but she could only see the darkness where Gandalf's light did not reach.

As they walked between the pillars the fellowship grew quiet, only gawking their eyes at the pillars. It seemed endless. The rows only seemed to multiply more, giving strangers the chance to get lost easily.

More bodies appeared. Black arrows with pointy tips had dug their way into the big stone pillars. Axes were roughly sticking out of carcases. Some goblin, some even dwarf. Skeletons were lying on the ground or sitting up at the walls. A door came into view, blocked by some dwarf corpses. Gimli jumped up and ran to it. He pushed it open and light fell into the dark hall. Gandalf sprinted after him, followed by the rest. It could mean the exit! Mÿne jumped over a body and stopped in the middle of a room. One beam of light shone on a bright white tomb. There had been a great battle in this room. Walls were broken, corpses layed everywhere. Weapons were scattered around the place. She gave Gimli a quick glance, who was mourning, softly bumping his head against the tomb. He made soft noises and muffled cries. Mÿne walked over to him and placed her hand on his broad shoulder.

"I'm sorry Gimli." she said softly.

Gimli just seem to cry louder. In the corner of her eye she followed Gandalf as he walked to the head of the tomb.

"Here lies Balin. Son of Fundin, Lord of Moria..." he said, reading the inscription on the stone tomb. "He's dead then, it is as I feared." Gandalf concluded and he took off his hat.

Mÿne looked at him. As he feared? So he knew after all what was going on in the mines. Mÿne knelt down and wrapped her arms around Gimli, he didn't muffle his cries anymore. They had become outright sobs. His head felt heavy against her grazed shoulder, but she didn't care.

Poor Gimli. First, losing his kin. Now he also lost his cousin. She released Gimli and walked over to Gandalf. A book from a corps had drawn his attention. He moved the white skeleton hand from it and picked up the book. Half of it contains fell on the stone floor as he opened it. Gandalf flipped the pages to the last one and blew the dust from it to make it readable. Behind her Mÿne could hear Legolas saying to Aragorn that it was too dangerous to stay in this room. Before Aragorn could answer Gandalf had read the first line of the book out loud.

"They have taken the bridge...and the second hall. We have barricade the gates but cannot hold on for long...The ground shakes..."

Mÿne gulped. Those must have been the last moments before the orcs had stormed into this place. A tingle rolled down her spine. The hobbits looked at each other with what looked like panic and fear. Without daring to breathe Mÿne listened to the rest.

"Drums. Drums in the deep." Gandalf spoke as he flipped the last page. "We cannot get out. A shadow moves in the dark. We cannot get out...They are coming..."

Mÿne jumped up high when a thunderous sound rang trough the room. She turned around, her hand on her sword adn heart beating in her throat.

She looked at Pippin's guilty face. Behind him the remains of a dwarf skeleton fell into a well. It's noise was unbearable and Mÿne watched with big eyes as the bucket next to the skeleton disappeared. The sounds made echos in the depth of wherever the well ended, making it worse. They waited, remained silent, Pippin looking as guilty as he's ever been. Mÿne listened with shifting eyes, waiting for sounds. Waiting for drums and shaking grounds. She swallowed again when nothing happened, trying to calm her fast beating heart.

Gandalf closed the book with a hard sound and was looking angry.

"Fool of a Took!" he yelled. "Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity!" he grabbed his hat and staff from Pippin, who had been holding it.

Just as Pippin wanted to say he was sorry he stiffened. Mÿne's eyes grew wide. A soft sound was heard. Like a drum. Soon more sounds were heard. Louder this time. It were drums, there was no mistaking it. Mmÿne heard fell screams too, from different sides. They were noticed. The orcs had noticed them and now...now they were coming. Boromir sprinted towards the wooden doors and ducked back when arrows dug themselves in the old wood. Boromir panted and pushed the doors shut.

"Get back, stay close to Gandalf." Aragorn said to the hobbits.

Mÿne picked up some axes and ran over to Boromir. Together they secured the doors. They wouldn't hold for long but it was important to get some time. Suddenly a loud roar came from the other side of the doors.

"A cave troll." Mÿne whispered as she backed away.

The fellowship drew swords. Even the hobbits seemed to have found their courage again, or maybe they saw they had no other choice. Mÿne drew her sword and stood before Gandalf, who looked very scary with his staff and sword. Mÿne waited... Waited for the army of orcs to march in. The doors started to move from their place. They were breaking trough. Beside her, Gimli stood on his cousin's tomb with a maddening roar.

"Let them come!" he shouted, "There's yet one dwarf in Moria who still draws breath!" and he balanced on his legs, ready to throw an axe at anyone who would come in.

Axes were breaking through the wood from the other side. Arrows were pointed through the holes. Legolas started shooting with excellent marking. An orc withdrew his arrow, screaming.

Long before they were ready the doors broke down. The orcs jumped in started to run to them, axes held high, swords drawn, arrows placed on their bow. Mÿne ran forward, her sword pointing at the orcs. She managed to spear one on her sword. She quickly pulled her sword out of the orc and slashed the next one. Dark blood splattered across her face and shoulders. Behind her she heard an orc screaming. She turned around and dug her sword deep into it's ugly body. She kicked the orc behind her backwards and slashed another one next to her.

Behind her, Gandalf and the hobbits joined the battle. They stabbed, kicked and hit the orcs with their tiny fists. Gandalf managed to kill three orcs at the same time. Before they knew it the front gate with the broken doors was smashed down with tremendous sound. Mÿne felt her whole body shake. An enormous hammer was raised from the ground. A huge troll stood before them. His little nostrils snorting and his tiny eyes squinting at them. Chains were wrapped around his neck.

Mÿne watched as the troll lifted his hammer again. She managed to grab Pippin by his shoulder and pull him out of the way. The hammer came down with the same sound, making it shake the ground again. Mÿne pulled herself off the ground.

"SAM!" she yelled.

She'd sworn she'd saw Sam right there in front of her. She got up and looked around panicked. Behind her she heard a muffled groan. She turned around and saw Pippin stabbing an orc, very close to her face. The orc dropped it's sword and fell down.

"Thanks Pippin." Mÿne managed to say. Pippin just nodded, pale as a ghost.

Mÿne ran to the center of the room, looking for Sam and stabbed her sword into the stomach of an bypassing orc. It shook and fell down. She looked around and quickly ducked for the hammer of the troll. She rolled around the ground and picked herself up when the troll was about to strike again. He turned around and stamped over to something else. She jumped and grabbed it's leash. She pulled hard on it, but it had no effect. Hands wrapped around the chains as Aragorn and Boromir helped her. They pulled hard and the troll had difficulty to move around.

When Mÿne looked aside it she could see Sam in a corner. Relieve washed over her.

They pulled harder and the troll stumbled backwards, roaring angry. He turned around on his heel and lost balance because of it's hammer. It almost came down on their heads as they ducked. Boromir seemed dazed by the effort he'd put in pulling on the leash.

Suddenly, the troll grabbed the leash and pulled on it. Mÿne was launched through the room. She smacked head on onto the ground and rolled over. With a groan she sat up, wiping her hair out of her sight. Blood ran down from the left side of her head. She grabbed her sword and stood up, still swaying. From the corner of her eye she saw Boromir sit up too. With an excellent throw Aragorn managed to save him from an orc, trying to kill him.

With an enormous blow the white tomb in front of her was being smashed with the big hammer. The troll seemed to be after Gimli, smacking his hammer around and roaring frustrated. Mÿne took out an orc running towards her. She ducked when the hammer came down again. That thing was becoming really annoying now.

Without thinking she jumped on the hammer and slashed the troll's hand. With a pained roar he released his hammer and turned around. Legolas fired two arrows at him. That got him mad and the troll grabbed it's chain and tried to smack Legolas of his ledge. Mÿne watched as Legolas avoided the chain barely and somehow made his way up to the troll. He climbed on it's neck and fired his arrows right on it's head. The troll grabbed it's head and started to move around, screaming and roaring. The troll picked up it's hammer again, sending Mÿne flying towards the ground. She pushed herself up and coughed. Her head was pounding and her muscles were aching. She could handle a few falls but these were extremely painful. She watched alarmed as the troll smashed down a part of the ledge Frodo was standing on.

"FRODO!" she screamed, making her way over to center of the room, grabbed an orc by it's throat and smashed it against the remains of the tomb.

She jumped over the pieces of marble and struck a tall orc with her sword. She turned and her fist came hard down on a skull. Dark blood stuck on her knuckles. In a desperate attempt to stop the troll she grabbed an orc-sword and chucked it at the troll's head. It missed and came down with a clank on the ledge. Mÿne cursed as she ran up the steps to the ledge. The troll started to cry victoriously and tried to grab Frodo.

Mÿne ran faster, if only she could distract it. If only she was in time.

She pushed an orc out of her way, from the ledge and kept running. The troll grabbed Frodo by his foot and he started to shout for Aragorn. On the other side she saw Aragorn gain new energy and run over to Frodo. Frodo slashed the trolls hand and he dropped him. Frodo came down hard and grunted in pain. Aragorn jumped down after him and stabbed the troll with a spear he took with him on his way. Mÿne breathed heavily, she turned on her heels and jumped on the trolls back. She clung her arms around his neck to stay put. The troll twisted its body to release itself from her and the spear and she fell off. She came down on her back and scrambled on her feet. The troll stuck with his hand and Aragorn was smashed into the wall.

"FRODO RUN!" Mÿne yelled as she grabbed her sword from the ground.

He didn't. Frodo crawled over to Aragorn and then it happened...

The troll grabbed the spear in his ribs and stabbed Frodo. Mÿne watched him with big eyes. Paining sounds came form his mouth. She screamed as she saw him fall down, limb. Sam called out for him and fought his way through the remaining orcs. Mÿne watched as Merry and Pippin jumped on the troll and starting to stab him with their swords. She made her way through the small bunch of orcs left, slashing, kicking, shouting for Frodo. She stabbed the last orc standing around her and forced him on the ground. The orc grunted and became limb. Just like Frodo. She pulled out her sword and ran over to the little hobbit.

"Frodo, no. No, this can't be." she mumbled while she fell on her knees.

Behind her the troll was struck down by the rest of the fellowship. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered, the Ringbearer was dead. They'd failed.

Aragorn came crawling to her, pulling Frodo over. Suddenly Frodo started groaning and gasping for air. Mÿne cried out.

"He's alive! He's alive!"

Frodo looked around him and started to feel his chest. With wondering eyes Mÿne watched him.

"I'm alright. I'm not hurt." he said.

"You should be dead." Aragorn said, wonder-struck. "That spear would've killed a wild boar."

"I think there's more about this hobbit than meets the eye." Gandalf said, still catching his breath.

Mÿne crooked a smile as Frodo revealed his chest, covered in silver rings. It had a collar of white and silver decorations.

"Mithril..." said Gimli astonished. "You are full of surprises, master Baggins."

But they had no time to celebrate. More screams were heard from the distant. And they were not friendly. Mÿne got on her feet.

"More orcs." she said as she looked around. Gandalf nodded, looked at the entrance of the room and pointed out a gap in a wall.

"To the bridge of Khazâd-Dum." he murmered.


They were followed by screams everywhere. They ran fast, as quick as their feet could carry them. The hall echoed their hasty footsteps and the screams of the orcs. There was no telling where they came from. It seemed they came from everywhere. And they were closing in. Fast. They even appeared from the cracks in the grounds, from the pillars next to them.

Mÿne sighed defeated as their path was blocked before them. They were trapped. They wouldn't make it out of here alive, there were too many orcs. She raised her sword, ready to strike. Suddenly a deep dark rumbling came from underneath them. The orcs cried out, looking panicked. Mÿne didn't lose sight of them. Curiously, they backed away.

An orange glow spread through the halls. That deep rumbling came again. Like someone, or something had woken up. Mÿne watched the orcs run away, screaming. Gimli laughed triumphant, but Mÿne wasn't so sure they would be happy with what could be coming. Boromir bowed over to Gandalf.

"What is this for new devilry?" he asked in a low whisper.

Gandalf seemed reluctant to answer that question. He leaned on his staff and closed his eyes. Pain filled his expression.

"A Balrog." he finally said. "A demon of the ancient world. This foe is beyond any of you..."

Mÿne was horror struck. She'd heard old stories of Balrogs and demons but had passed them off as legends. She'd never expected to actually...well, be ended by one. Orange light engulfed them. The deep rumbling became louder.

"RUN!" Gandalf shouted suddenly.

He sprinted towards an opening in the halls. They pushed themselves through it and ran down a hallway, came down a few stairs and that's were Mÿne and Boromir took the lead.

They ran the staircase down, pushed themselves through a narrow opening and ran down some more steps. Suddenly the stairs were no more. Mÿne had to throw herself back to stop herself from running further. She scraped her back on the stone steps and grunted. Legolas had grabbed Boromir from behind and pulled him back on the steps. It had been close or she'd fallen to death in the abyss before them.

They ran along a ledge on the walls towards the other stairs. Halfway there was a gap in the stairs. They needed to jump over it.

Mÿne took the lead, she kept running down the stairs and leaped. She felt her feet come down and secured her balance, trying not to fall face forward onto the stone. Legolas followed her, helping Gandalf across. The rumbling above them became louder, chunks of rock fell from the ceiling. There was no more time.

An arrow bounced from the steps behind her. Mÿne turned and took out her bow. She spotted the orc-archer across the abyss before them. She shot at him. And the next one. Legolas started to do the same. Meanwhile, Boromir jumped over the gap, carrying Merry and Pippin. Boromir's jump made a piece of the other stair crumble. Mÿne shot a look at Frodo, Sam, Gimli and Aragorn. She stepped down a bit to make more space. She shot more arrows at the archers. Orcs fell off their ledge, into the abyss. Sam was thrown over the gap in the stairs. Gimli refused to be tossed so he jumped himself. Legolas had to grab his beard to pull him on the stairs. Mÿne shot her last arrow at the orcs. It was a hit, the orc fell down. She watched Aragorn and Frodo as Legolas started to shoot his arrows. The stairs on their side had become loose.

"Lean forth, Frodo." Aragorn told Frodo. The piece of staircase groaned heavily and smashed into theirs. They grabbed Aragorn and Frodo and sprinted down the remains of the stairs.


They came to a small halfway, engulfed with flames. The heat washed over them as they still ran. On the end of the hallway was the bridge. Gandalf pushed them forth.

"Over the bridge, hurry now!" he yelled as he watched them go.

Behind them an enormous source of heat emerged. A roaring sound thundered in Mÿne's ears.

They crossed the bridge quickly. Mÿne didn't dare to look behind her, scared she would misstep and fall. The roaring sound became even louder and the ground shuddered. When she was across, she turned around.

Before them was a horrid looking creature. It was bigger than the cave troll and he was covered in flames. He opened his mouth and roared. Heat spread out and Mÿne felt her heart drop.

By then she saw Gandalf in the middle of the bridge. Standing alone. His face was turned to the Balrog.

"You cannot pass!" Gandalf shouted at the demon.

Frodo cried out for him. Mÿne realized Gandalf wasn't planning on running. He was giong to fight the Balrog. On his own.

She moved forward, but Legolas stopped her. She turned to see his face but his eyes were fixed on Gandalf, worry on his face. The demon stretched up to his full length and roared again. Mÿne felt her knees tremble with fear. How was this a fair fight?

"I am servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the Flame of Anor." Gandalf said,raising his staff and creating some sort of blueish light around him "The dark fire will not avail of you, Flame of Udun!"

By then the demon had pulled out a enormous flaming sword and struck at Gandalf. Flames came from it as he swung it down. It had no use. Miraculously, Gandalf had blocked it with his staff. The demon showed his fangs to Gandalf and growled angered. Gandalf the Grey just stood there, holding his ground.

"Go back to the shadow." Gandalf growled back.

The demon planted his huge claw-like foot on the small bridge. He pulled out a leash of fire, that whipped around the walls and made thunderous sounds. The grounds shook. Frodo stepped forward, his mouth open and eyes wide. Mÿne wanted to cry out to Gandalf, wanted to run down and draw her sword to aid him. But deep down she knew that it would be no use. What would a simple sword do against so much ancient power?

Gandalf brought his staff and sword together.

"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" Gandalf roared and he smashed the end of his staff on the bridge. A blue light came from the blow.

Mÿne waited. Nothing had happened.

The demon snorted, as if to laugh. Then, when he crossed the bridge, it collapsed on his end. The demon fell into the abyss beneath with a screaming roar.

Gandalf was still there. He stood on the end of his half of the bridge. Mÿne felt her heart grow back, as if it had been gone. Her courage came back and she could feel the blood pump in her veins. Gandalf turned around, a pained expression on his face. He started to walk forward and at that moment, the tip of the leash of the demon caught his foot.

Mÿne screamed and stepped forth, only to be held back by Legolas again. Gandalf was hanging on the edge of the bridge, looking over it, straight at them. That triumphant feeling Mÿne experienced before was gone. It had plummeted to her feet, shattered in a thousand pieces. Frodo cried out to him again, the arms of Boromir around his shoulders and chest, preventing him from running down the bridge. Gandalf tried to pull himself up, but his arms were weakening.

"Fly, you fools." he said.

And then he dropped himself.

"NO!" Frodo screamed as he was trying to fight his way out of Boromir's arms. Mÿne was staring at the place Gandalf had just been when reality struck her. Orcs were coming from the other side now that the Balrog was gone. Even though she wasn't mentally ready yet, her feet started moving. Adrenaline pumped through her veins. She grabbed Pippin and Sam and pushed them up the stairs. Aragorn followed them, still horror-struck. Arrows flew pas them, orcs were screaming on the other side of the abyss Gandalf had fallen into.


Outside the hobbits fell down. They were crying. Mÿne held Pippin and rocked him back and forth to comfort him while he cried in her cloak. She pitied them but she was worried as well. She'd seen Gandalf as their leader. Their navigator. He knew what path was right to take and which was not. This had been folly. He'd known that. With no leader, where would they go? Her heart broke. Tears streamed over her face as she tried to comfort Pippin.

Aragorn wiped his sword and looked around.

"Legolas, get them up." he said, commanding.

Mÿne felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and saw Legolas face. He looked at her with a blanc look: shocked but calm. She stood up and wiped away her tears.

"Come on." he said softly and he helped Merry on his feet.

Mÿne pulled up Pippin and gave him a guick shake.

"Get yourself together Pippin. We will mourn. But later." she said to him. He just nodded and sniffed.

"Give them a moment, for pity sake!" shouted Boromir agitated.

"By nightfall this hill will be swarming with orcs! We will make for the woods of Lothlórien." he said.

Boromir shot him an angry look.

"Come on. Legolas, Gimli, Mÿne, get them up." he said while pulling up Sam.

He called out for Frodo, who seemed lost between the rocks. He look at them with tears in his eyes. Mÿne could tell he, of all members, was mourning the most.

They picked up their way and walked over the rocky hills to the woods. Lothlórien had been a place Mÿne hadn't visited for a long time. The elves would sure give them comfort. Or so she hoped. Anything was better than that dreadful cave they just left.