A/N: Wilwarin is mine, but the name is Tolkien's. All italics are her thoughts, she is the narrator.

The Fellowship set out as soon as everyone was prepared on that cold December morning. Since I was being eyed by most of them I decided to follow at the end of the line, walking briskly behind Bill the pony. Gimli and Boromir seemed the most annoyed by my presence, while Legolas and Gandalf didn't seem at all effected, since they had been aware of the fact that I'd be coming ahead of time. The hobbits just seemed in awe of me, they weren't accustomed to being in the presence of she-elves, so having one in their presence who was carrying so many weapons both amazed and frightened them. Aragorn was the hardest to figure out; he hasn't looked me in the eye once since we left.

Nothing very eventful occured until we reached Hollin, where the crebain flew over us, spotted by Aragorn and Sam in the night. Then came the dangerous climb up Caradhras and during that night the decision to travel through the mines of Moria. Through all this I sat mostly silent, listening to the talk and decisions being made, and everything going as the book had done. Why am I here if everything's just happening as the book told? I'm not saying a word, so my presence can't be making all this happen, I must be meant to change something.

Within days we arrived at the gates of Moria. Gandalf can't remember the password so we get attacked by the Watcher, maybe this is what I need to stop, I thought to myself as Gandalf tried various words and combinations with his staff, in every language he knew. I decided I would give him the password sooner then had happened in the book, but I waited a few more minutes to make it seem as though I was just as clueless as the others.

I stood and walked beside the frustrated Wizard. "Perhaps all you need to do is say the word Friend, maybe it is meant to be taken literally?" I suggested quietly before walking away and sitting down. Gandalf contemplated this idea before trying the word Friend in various languages, Dwarfish, Sindarin, and then Quenya. The doors opened loudly.

"Ah yes, how simple" he mumbled as he turned to me and gave me a knowing smile, aware that I had known the secret word since our arrival at the gates.

As we walked in I noticed Boromir drop the stone that he was very near to throwing in the dark water. If he had the Watcher would have been awakened and our passage out would have been blocked….oops, I thought as that idea struck me, the whole reason the Fellowship had walked through the mines was because the passage had been blocked by the Watcher, now they may decide to turn and go another way.

As I thought this, fearful of the great changes I may have just caused, the Fellowship started to walk. I thought perhaps that all would go well until Boromir spoke. "I don't think we could survive walking through this Gandalf, we have no guide and barely any light, it is to our deaths that we walk. We should turn and travel more towards Gondor, I know we will find safe refuge there."

Gandalf seemed to consider this and almost looked like he would agree until I spoke up.

"No! We must travel this route, it is our only way." I said this firmly and directly to Gandalf, knowing that he alone would take my request seriously. "Trust me Mithrandir, we must travel this way."

He thought for only a moment before continuing to walk ahead, then Boromir said very loudly, "You heed to the request of a she-elf who has barely said a word, over the future Steward of Gondor? Why does her word have so much more value over mine?"

"Boromir," Gandalf said firmly, "This is the reason Wilwarin is here, to help us choose the right path, I will heed to her requests and opinions before anyone else's, I trust her completely."

This made me smile fully at the old Wizard, but my smile fell when I saw not only the look of bewilderment on Boromir's face, but the look of shock and disappointment on Aragorn's. For the first time on the journey he looked me straight in the eye, and I could see deep envy, and even sorrow in his dark eyes. He doesn't understand why Gandalf seems to trust me more then him, he has been the one to help Gandalf all this time.

I turned and faced the floor as I followed silently behind the others, deep into the darkness of the mines. I wished that Gandalf would explain to Aragorn, so that I'd never have to see that look of pain and jealousy in the man's face again.

A/N: So I was cleaning out old files on my computer and found this story! I had completely forgotten about it, and decided I'd keep going with it. My writing has gotten better over the last year or so, so I think you'll all enjoy it more from now on. I haven't been as much of a LotR fans lately so I'm hoping that this will get me back into it. But bare with me, I'm a little foggy on some of the details of the story, so if you notice any major mistakes just let me know in a review and I'll change it.

To answer one of the reviews, I won't be adding another Ringwraith, since they don't really come back until the Fellowship has separated I'm not too worried about the balancing issue. But thanks for the suggestion, I had never considered that.

I hope you enjoyed, and I'll be trying to add in chapters more frequently, and I'm trying my hardest to make them longer, I know I was being pretty cruel with those little ones, lol.

Thanks for reading! Wilwa