A/N: Wilwa and Thalihil are mine. Wilwa is the narrator and italics are her thoughts.

I woke up what felt to be days later. It was dark everywhere and it felt like needles were stabbing into every part of my body. As my eyes adjusted I could see some source of light very far above me, the exact distance was hard to tell from the odd angle. I looked around and quickly realized I was lying on a small ledge, my left arm and my legs were hanging over the edge. I started to get up very slowly and felt a sharp pain shoot up from my left foot upto my knee, it must be sprained.

I stood there leaning up against the side of the pit, trying to stop everything from spinning around me. After several minutes I relaxed and my mind started to clear. I could hear faint noises above me but I couldn't tell what it was. Looking down all I saw was darkness. The only way out was to climb up the side. This'll be interesting, I thought as I found some jagged areas to start pulling myself up. When I put my left foot on a small indent I felt the sharp pain again and lost my grip, falling back down to the ledge and almost losing my balance. A human would have fallen, but my elfin coordination helped me to grab onto the side once again. The only way would be to avoid using my left foot.

I pulled myself up again and put my right foot into another indent. I quickly figured out where my hands could go so I pulled up until my foot found another spot to rest. Since I couldn't use my left foot to support me when I transferred my right foot it took a lot of strength in my arms. It would take quite a bit longer but it was the safest and least painful way to go.

This went on for what felt like days, but I knew it was only a matter of hours before I weekly pulled myself over the edge at the top of the pit. I sat in the continuing darkness and looked around, the broken Bridge of Khazad-Dûm only feet away. I stood up slowly and scanned the area quickly, there were no other sounds above my heavy breathing and fast heart beat. It took only seconds to catch my breath and calm myself before making my way to the stairs nearby, the way the rest of the Fellowship had traveled. The pain in my sprained ankle was worse but I had no other choice, I had to get out of the mines before any other orcs would return. I limped up the stairs and into a wide passage which I ran through as fast as I could.

I found myself in a great hall, with many high windows; through them I could see a bright crescent moon. When we had been at the bridge it had been in the mid morning, it looked to be late in the night, so I had been in the large pit for many hours. The Fellowship will have arrived in Lothlorien by this hour, I thought as I continued to walk. If all went well, and I rested only briefly, I could arrive there by late morning or early afternoon. I continued to run, soon stopping at the gates leading out of Moria. I looked outside wearily as I heard the sound of many orcs and possibly some goblins. It would be difficult to pass by them. I'll probably find more along the way; no doubt they're following the others.

The only thing I could do was to sneak quietly past them, as fast as I could, making no sound but hearing every little noise. I managed to arrive in Dimrill Dale within an hour, and within another I found myself looking into the Mirrormere, but I could not linger. After another two hours of painful running I found myself standing in a small level space where the stream flowed, I could find no trace of a fire but I remembered that they had rested here for a short time. I decided to rest here also.

I sat silently for almost an hour, fighting sleep, listening to the bubbling sounds of the stream flowing over the pebbles and gently massaging my now very swollen ankle, as the sun rose. I couldn't help but feel great sorrow for Gandalf, though I knew that he had survived, and would be returning more powerful then before, but just the sight of him falling into darkness was more upsetting then anything I had ever felt. I have accomplished nothing by being here, I started to miss my home. It hadn't been much of one; I was an only child with just my mother, since my father had left before I was born. She worked many jobs and we found ourselves moving constantly, I never had the chance to make real friends. But reading those books helped greatly. It brought me into another world, took me away from my broken home. Even though I had barely anything to return too I felt myself longing for it, wishing that this world had just stayed a story, I couldn't help but feel that I was not going to affect anything by being here. The story ends happily anyway, why would I need to change anything? I decided that this was a question that only a few people could answer. The nearest one being Galadriel, who had known that I'd be coming. I stood up and began to walk again, the forest of Lothlorien coming into view after half an hour of careful running.

I heard a sound a little distance behind me and found a place to keep hidden, since I didn't have the darkness of the night to shield me any longer. I watched as a band of about half a dozen orcs walked quickly by, about 50 feet from where I was. I watched as they continued to head towards Lothlorien, but they were not taking the usual way, heading around more from the south. After nearly half an hour I continued to walk until I was sure no others were coming. I began to run once again as fast as I could, seeing the forest more clearly as the run continued to rise. That was too close for comfort.

Once a little over an hour had passed I found myself standing among the immense trees of the Golden Wood, its branches grey and its leaves gold in the early morning light. After another mile, my ankle feeling more painful then ever, I gasped at the sight of the river Nimrodel, more beautiful then I could have ever imagined, its dark waters rushing swiftly past me. I walked wearily towards it remembering that Legolas once told me how the beautiful stream was healing to the weary. I stepped into its banks lightly, feeling the cool water wash over my feet, some of the swelling leaving quickly as it washed over my wounded ankle. I waded across slowly, enjoying every wave of the healing water wash over me and arrived on the other side feeling as though I had just slept for hours, but it didn't last long. The weariness of the journey I had just taken rushed over me again. I would still require a few hours of sleep before I could feel fully rested.

After another short rest I remembered that the flets of the Lothlorien elves were just to the west of the path. I started to walk quietly and slowly towards them, trying to see into the golden leaves, looking for any movements. Suddenly I could see a thin rope ladder let down the trunk of a large mallorn, only 10 feet from where I was. I walked over quickly and decided to climb up. After a matter of minutes I found myself standing on a large flet, facing a handsome looking blonde elf. He eyed me carefully, seeming to know I was a friend yet still looking suspicious, while 5 other elves stood nearby, their loaded bows pointed at me.

"I am Wilwarin Niwarana, I am a part of the Fellowship that departed from Rivendell." I introduced myself quickly in the Sindarin tongue. "I had been separated from them, they all think that I had fallen into the darkness at Khazad-Dûm, but I somehow awoke on a ledge and was able to climb up."

The elf looked surprised at this, but also seemed impressed that a she-elf could manage to climb up such a great distance and arrive in the Golden Wood undetected.

"I am Thalihil, a guard of Lothlorien." He answered me in the Common Language, knowing that it was what I was accustomed to speaking. "You are correct in thinking that your companions had thought you had fallen. They arrived last night very tired and sorrowful. They rested here the night and left only a matter of hours ago. They told us they left Moria shortly after noon, yesterday. So you must not have been far behind them."

"I was at first, when I left Moria it was in the late night." I told them, seeing the surprise on their faces, since they could see I was wounded. "I traveled as quickly as I could, despite my wounded ankle, but I rested only twice and for very short periods of time, I did not want to be outside of the forest during daylight."

Thalihil nodded and helped me to sit, resting against a large branch of the massive tree. He seemed to be very impressed by how fast I had journeyed here, considering my condition. The other elves had let down their bows and were sitting down on the other side of the flet.

"I'll allow you to sleep for a few hours before I, and a few others, escort you to Caras Galadhon, the City of the Trees. There you will be reunited with your companions." Thalihil told me softly, as he left me.

I rested myself on the soft floor, without need of a place to lay my head and found myself in a deep sleep in a matter of seconds.

A/N: Longest chapter so far, hope you enjoyed! I have a feeling they'll continue to get longer, I'm starting to get really into it again, lol.

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I'll try to update soon!