I understand that not everyone will like this story. If you have a problem with it, leave a comment then you don't have to read this anymore. I have realized I cannot please everyone. I am not writing this to become some great epic novel. It is for fun...and I am having fun, so I hope you enjoy, and if you don't...you wasted your life reading this. Not my problem.

I do not own LOTR and sorry I took so long, will you forgive me? YAY! I knew you would!

(GETS HIT WITH A SINK) OWWWWWWWWWWW!

It was going to be a week or so before the fellowship was to leave, so Marie was going to get to recover fully AND try to get to know the fellowship better before they all left. She was not very keen to start conversing, especially since Boromir was the only person she could ever find. It seemed he had an extreme distrust of her, as he has been following her since the council's decision. She hadn't noticed it at first, as she passed by him occasionally, but as time went on she began to feel as if she was being watched, and it was beginning to irritate her. Finally one day she shouted to him. "Boromir, is Elrond's word not good enough for you? I had thought it would be, but I am proven wrong. Why do you distrust me so just because I am so unlike you?" She asked to the presence several feet behind her.

She got no response and sighed. "Tell me, is it so easy for you to destroy and condemn the ones you do not understand? How many monsters have you killed simply because that is what they are. How many had done nothing to you yet you still murdered them regardless?"

She got no response again and she ground her teeth together before running a hand through her hair and smiling coyly. "You can distrust me all you like Gondorian, but do you not have anyone else to pursue? You are giving others the impression you have fallen for me."

There was a distinct snort from several feet behind her and Boromir walked away, commenting loud enough for her to hear. "I have nothing but ill feelings for you, beast. You are not fit to do anything but carry the Fellowship's bags like the pack-animal you are."

Marie turned about and sneered at him. "Your brother is far more polite then you, too bad your father cannot see that. He is blinded by the glory you give Minas Tirith, while Faramir works tirelessly to defend the falling city in your absence. You left your city in the hands of a madman, who will not let the rightful king take the throne." She spat contemptuously and walked past Boromir, who, if looks could kill, would have murdered everything within fifty yards of him.

Marie was laying down by a river, fiddling with the water. She knew she should not have said that, but it was in the past now. Just another mistake to add to her growing collection of them. She had screamed herself hoarse, letting all her emotions out in her frenzied yelling. This wasn't working. She had made it this far, she knew that; but could she make it through the mines of Moria? Would she live through this?! Her fighting skills were about average she supposed, but they were against chairs and other furniture, not a real live orc.

No one trusted her except for Frodo Gandalf, and Aragorn, she was the only female of the fellowship, and she knew what was going to happen but she couldn't act on it or she may end up like she had...or worse. "Alright, you win. I don't want to be in this anymore!" She yelled to the heavens. The stars only twinkled in answer. "Of course they can't hear me. They are just stars. I am losing my mind out here, and I cannot afford to do that." Marie got up and walked back to Rivendell.

The fellowship had begun their quest. Marie had a couple bags saddled on to her, much to the amusement of Boromir, and the annoyance of herself.

She was not some beast of Burden, they had Bill for that purpose for crying out loud! She grunted to herself and kept moving, keeping up alongside Gimli who was ignoring her entirely.

This was going to be a loooong epic Quest.

Alright! How about THAT for a chapter eh?

Fans:...(all throw sinks)

GAH! NO MORE!!!!!

The days had been dragging on forever when Marie finally spotted something that seemed familiar. The campsite of the fellowship, near the mountains. Marie pouted to herself, unable to warn her companions of any impending doom or danger and sat back as they began to set up camp. She ended up sitting beside Gimli again, and he seemed content to ignore her, as he had been doing the entire quest thus far.

"Are you ever going to speak with me? Or will you leave me in silence with not even the time of day?" Marie asked, finally fed up.

"No offense lass, but I don't like horses, and I don't like human women, so a combonation of the two is the last thing I want."

Marie saw red and began to argue with him. "Listen here dwarf! Right now, I am a pack animal to you, am I not? I am not worthy to be on this quest? I was under the impression that you respected women, but I can obviously see that is not true!"

Gimli turned to her. "Listen lass, I don't care one way or another, but for now, until you earn the trust of the entire fellowship, no one is gonna have much faith in you. Now you seem like a well enough lass, but until you prove yourself, everyone else will suspect you, especially since you are a lass."

Marie began to mutter about the unfairness of it all and made her way down the cliff to relieve herself behind a large outcropping-almost-cave of rocks. She almost jumped when she heard the alert of Crebine and ducked down.

She stayed there for what seemed like an eternity until he cold hear Frodo calling out. "MARIE?! MARIE WHERE ARE YOU?!" Marie raced up out of the crack. "What? I'm here!"

Everyone looked at her. "Whaaaaat?! I had to use the loo, and I heard your warnings and hid! Honestly!" She brushed herself off and stood as they began to discuss the path and she saddled on the belongings as they made ready to leave for the mountain.

ON THE MOUNTAIN ...mountain ...mountain...YODEL LAY-HEE-HOO!

They were trudging up the snow covered landscape, and Marie couldn't begin to imagine how the hobbits were managing without shoes. She had hooves, which wasn't all that much better, as she couldn't get much traction on the snow.She was near the back, behind Aragorn and Sam, who had Bill's reins. Frodo slipped and everyone turned around to try and help him, but Aragorn was the one to slow him to a stop. Frodo brushed the snow off of himself and began to search for the ring, finding it nowhere, and looked to see Boromir had it. Marie buried her face in her hands, not wanting to watch this. Finally a shout brought Boromir to his senses.

"As you wish...I care not." Boromir said dismissively, and walked ahead. Marie walked over to Frodo, "Here, hop on, you too Sam." She took the reins from the stout hobbit and kneeled so the pair could clamber on. "Thank you Miss Marie, my feet were right going to freeze of my legs." Sam said gratefully. Marie nodded and kept on, leading Bill beside her.

They had been walking for hours now, heavy snow was falling from stormy clouds. Frodo and Sam were switching places on her back with Merry and Pippin every so often. The Fellowship was now under a large ledge and Marie had placed the Hobbits on the ground, saying "It will be too dangerous for you, my feet are unsteady and I could fall, taking you with me." The skies grew darker than before and Legolas called out. "There is a voice on the wind!" Gandalf sprang out. "IT IS SARUMAN!!!" Right after,a crack of lightning felled the boulders and marie pushed the hobbits back against the wall, screaming as she was covered in snow.Marie struggled against the deep amounts and came up just as Frodo decided to go under the Mountain. She nodded, shaken, and the fellowship started to make their way down the treacherous peaks.

not too shabby for taking so long eh? well I'll be seeing ya! (waves)