Ok guys, the long awaited chapter 10. I hope it's not too cheesy or badly written or anything, but to tell you the truth it's not really my favorite chapter...but maybey it'll be yours...doubt it...but at least it's longer then most of the other ones!

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CHAPTER 10

AMY

We rushed as fast as we could through the double doors and out of the tomb. I knew my ankle was busted but right now, I didn't have time to cry. Yes it hurt, but I didn't care. I knew if I didn't keep up someone besides Gandalf might die, and it could possibly be me. Legolas reached back and grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him as we ran, just in case I was having trouble keeping up.

As I ran, there were only two things I could hear, my heartbeat, and my feet hitting the ground. They seemed to coincide with each other and create a syncopated rhythm. Two seconds passed like an eternity and everything seemed to pass in slow motion. I winced as the throbbing pain kept building and I kept going, the beat becoming ever faster.

The next thing I know, Legolas tightened his grip on my hand as he came to a sudden halt and I slowly slid back to reality. Little had I realized that we were surrounded. I took a deep breath and held my breath. The only way out of this one was to wait for the Balrog. I almost cried at the thought. Within seconds the fleet had banished and the rest of the Fellowship was left wondering why.

"Come on! Move!" I screamed. I tugged on Legolas' arm, but it had no effect; he didn't budge. Then, we saw the fire. Something I would never forget. It came bursting around the corner as we all stood. I tugged at Legolas' arm again. He turned and stared at me with wide and unsuspecting eyes. He knew there was something bad, he just didn't know it would be quite this bad.

"Run!" Gandalf shouted. Finally, everyone dashed for the exit. Running through the halls, I was somewhat disappointed that I didn't have time to stop and admire the beautiful work of the dwarves that would soon be destroyed. The beautiful craftsmanship and the love and care put into every single detail, the columns that reached all the way up to the twenty-foot ceiling.

There was a loud rumbling sound behind us. I could feel the heat of the Balrog coming closer. I was starting to break into a sweat. It was hard to tell if that was from the heat, the running, or the fire that was probably coming out of my forehead by now. I was really starting to hate that. I knew there was danger behind us, thank you mister obvious!

I almost slipped and fell as we came to the stairs with the big gap. I took a deep breath and tried to balance myself on the edge. I was about to fall in when Legolas grabbed my shirt and pulled me backwards and up the stairs. He let go and jumped across the gap. About two seconds later, he turned around and motioned for me to jump. With a deep breath, I pushed off my good foot and landed with a thud as he caught me in his arms. I went and sat down on the stair as I waited for the rest. Clutching my ankle, I realized it was beginning to swell. My eyes started to water as I applied pressure and almost screamed.

I could hear everyone attempting the big jump and then finally, Aragorn and Frodo came crashing into the stairs. I stood up and limped down the stairs. Once I got to the bottom, I hit the ground running. I could hear the Balrog coming up on us. I started to run faster and faster when finally I had to slow down. Arrows started flying everywhere. One just barely missed my head as I ducked. I was starting to get a side stitch from all of the running.

The rest of the Fellowship was close behind me. I slowed down more to wait for them to catch up as I desperately tried to avoid the goblin arrows.

"Go!" Gandalf shouted to all of us. "Swords are of no more use to us here." I tried to hold back my tears, but I knew that he was going to have to die. Legolas grabbed my arm and pulled me across the bridge.

Once we reached the other side, he kept pulling, but with what resistance I had I stopped him. I turned so I could watch Gandalf.

For the first time I saw the creature. The fire blazed from its entire body as it stood on its hind legs and cracked its whip in the air. Four times as loud as a gunshot, it made a sound so sharp it would guarantee death to anyone struck by its wrath.

"You shall not pass!" Gandalf yelled to it.

"NO!" I screamed. A cold tear trickled down my face. I could feel Legolas' arm on my shoulder and his warm breath on my neck.

"You shall not pass!" he yelled again. I took a deep breath and the hole in the bridge opened up and the Balrog fell into the abyss. Gandalf turned back around and started walking back towards us. I burst into tears as he kept going. Then, the whip came from the hole and grabbed his feet.

"NO!" I screamed again, accept this time, it was high pitched and long and caught in the hyperventilation of my crying.

"Fly you fools." Were his last words as I went to spring forward. Before I could, I felt Legolas' arms come from behind and hold me back. They brought me closer to him as I struggled.

"Amy, we have to go. We cannot stay here." Part of me wanted to stay, but I knew that we had to go or something would happen that wasn't supposed to. I felt his grip on me finally loosen on me as I stopped my struggle. I turned around in shock at what I saw. There was an arrow right through his shoulder.

His eyes were wide open, as was his mouth, but no words were coming out. Just staggered breaths. I started to panic. Everyone had already left, so it was up to me to get him out of there. But my damn ankle would barely let me climb the stairs by myself. I screamed for help but no one heard my desperate call. This was NOT supposed to be happening. I sucked up all of my own pain and I draped his arm around my shoulder.

I slowly limped up the stairs as he was starting to lose consciousness. The door was coming closer and I could feel him start to drag his feet.

"No, don't you quit on me now, we're almost there."

With one gigantic step we made it through the doors and outside to the fresh air. Everyone was crying and mourning for their loss, as was I, but no one had yet to notice that we were both in a bit of a dilemma.

"Aragorn!" I screamed. Tears started to flow freely from my eyes. As soon as he saw Legolas lying on the ground he rushed over to his side.

"I'm going to have to remove the arrow and hope we can reach Lady Galadriel in time." He said as he put his hand on the arrow.

"I know it hurts, but you're gonna have to hang in there." I told Legolas as he grabbed my hand.

ARAGORN

I told her that I needed to remove the arrow. My greatest fear was that it was tipped with poison. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly. I got a firm grip on the arrow and put the other hand on his chest. I pulled up and he screamed with every last breath in his body. His eyes rolled into the back of his head.

"Come on, no, don't do this! This wasn't supposed to happen! No! This wasn't supposed to happen!" Amy bawled as she threw her head onto his chest, her cries muffled in his shirt.

He screamed in agony as he suddenly awakened. His shirt soaked with her tears. A small smile came to her face, but not for long. He couldn't stop screaming. I lifted off his shirt and saw the most amazing thing of my life. The wound randomly stopped bleeding. The area around turned red as he cried out in pain. And then it happened. The wound began to close. Slowly, it shrunk until it was there no more.

The wound was still red where it used to be though, and then that started to lose its color. Within moments it looked as if there was no wound. I looked at the arrow and there was a small spot of green on the tip. It was poisoned. He should have died by now. That's when I realized her tears were the remedy. They had healing powers.

I figured that when the tears made contact with the wound, they removed all of the poison. A few moments later he sat up and gave her a comforting hug and a kiss. She wiped her tears from her eyes and casually put them at her side. Not knowing of their healing powers, she went to inspect her ankle. As her soaked hand touch the inflamed skin, she, too, screamed out in pain. There was a loud crack, as it appeared to move back into place. I was in awe. I didn't even know it was broken. The swelling around went down and the redness faded.

Amy, of course, she was still oblivious to the fact that she had one more power that she didn't know about, and she really took no notice at all to the fact that her ankle had just completely healed itself. She was too engulfed in pain to figure it out, and by the time it was over, she probably would have forgotten.

But she could care less anyway. All that mattered to her was that Legolas was ok. It was so selfless I couldn't believe it. From a demon I would have expected the opposite. But as I thought, she had showed this kind of compassion towards her brother, and Gandalf, and pretty much everyone else too. And that was the point where I never thought of her as a demon again. She was a normal person. Sure, maybe she had a split personality, but the Amy we all knew was not a demon at all.

"Don't EVER do that again," she whispered after a few more moments had passed and they continued their embrace.

"I can't make any promises," he smirked. Then they looked around and saw everyone crying and mourning and came back to reality; we had just lost a member of the fellowship.

"I bet that wasn't what you had expected of the bad things to come," she whispered.

He hung his head and sorrow and shook it, replying no. After a few more minutes, I got everyone up and we kept moving.

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Ok, hope that wasn't too cheesy or anything. Review plz!