Hey my people. I had to write everything that went on in Moria all in one chapter. I plan to be finished with this story at the end of summer. It's not that I don't like writing this any longer, I just feel that I've dragged things out a little too much. Before you read I have left out small parts, don't fret though, its still good...I hope. To my beta reader: dude I hope you're reading this. I had my cpu wiped out and along with it all my email address. So if you could send your's to me again that would be lovely. I fear this chapter has loads of errors in it, seeing as it's fifteen pages long.

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The Lights Have Gone Out

"Keep the rag over her head. Hopefully the cold water will help her fever to go down."

"Will she be alright?"

"She will be Frodo. Merry hand me that small blue jar in Amara's pack. No not that one the one beside it, yes."

A fire started by Boromir was small but provided much warmth the area they had stopped in for Gandalf's sake. His memory was weary when it came to the mines. No one though needed to rest more than Amara. When others were silent, weary from the ongoing walk and being on constant alert of what could be enemies, sneezes and coughs would elude the air. She did such actions with care; her intentions were not to get the fellowship caught due to her illness.

The small area they had stopped at was perfect for recuperation. It was secluded and compact even. Once Boromir had started the fire, Amara did not protest when Legolas had guided her towards the warmth. It was then that Aragorn began to tend to his sister, despite her protests. They were all worried about her but she did not have the strength to deal with them socially.

Aragorn quickly dipped his fingers into the contents of the jar while taking glances at the sickened girl. He smeared the clear goop over her chest and Amara scooted closer against the rock she had been sitting by. The substance smelled strongly like peppermint to her but with a hint of something else that was undetectable, at least to her.

"That snow has done quite a number on you," Aragorn proclaimed as he put the top back on to his concoction.

Amara closed her eyes in response. It was basically the only thing she could do. Not only was not being able to breathe properly bothering her but her power to sense things seemed to be going haywire. The walls she usually put up to block out feelings were not working. One minute it would and the next it wouldn't and this resulted in her suffering from a massive headache.

The cold cloth Legolas held to her head helped only a small fraction but she remained silent about everything. There was nothing she could do but the job that she was appointed. When she was younger she used to dream of having super powers of her own that were unique and special, like no other cartoon character. Sometimes though, when your wish has been granted it is not what you expected, such as the case now. She hated to think it and did not want to say it but having empathic powers sucked to high heavens.

"Get some rest in the short time we are allowed."

Amara crossed her arms, keeping her eyes sealed shut. She concentrated on the pounding inside her head and tried to make a rhythm out of it. Aragorn gave Legolas a barely discernible look before he guided the hobbits away from Amara.

"But we should stay with her. It's good to have friends among you when you're sick," Frodo said, casting glances back at Amara.

"True that is Frodo, but Amara is has an infectious illness and I can not allow anyone else to contract what she has."

"Promise us Amara," Pippin started. He turned back towards her, an actual serious look on his face.

Being able to sense his urge and grave emotions, Amara opened her eyes and sat up straighter. Legolas though did not approve of the idea of her moving from her somewhat comfortable position and pushed her gently back.

"Promise us that when you get better you will play your guitar for us. We've all been dying to hear it." Pippin's face quickly turned from serious to jolly, a little grin on his face. This earned Pippin a smack in the arm from Sam and a warning glare from Merry.

"I promise," Amara croaked out. She managed to curl her lips upward for a bit.

A glimpse of something moving in the distance caught Frodo's eye breaking him from his worry of Amara. What it was was a mystery to him. It frightened him into thinking of the worst case scenarios. The only thing that it could have been was an enemy to the fellowship, definitely not friend. Frodo quickly walked in the direction of where Gandalf was sitting. He sat beside the old wizard and tried to control the rapid beating of his heart.

"There's something moving down there!"

"It's Gollum." Gandalf stated simply as if it was the easiest logical answer in all of Middle Earth. "He's been following us for three days."

Frodo looked bewildered. "He escaped the dungeons of Barad-dur?"

"Escaped. Or set loose," Gandalf turned to his small hobbit friend. "He hates and loves the Ring. As he hates and loves himself. He will never be rid of his need for it."

"It's a pity Bilbo didn't kill him when he had the chance." Irritation and anger slipped through Frodo's mouth like deadly venom. He meant every word of it. A creature like Gollum who only thought of his self and his greedy need deserved to die.

Legolas looked down at Amara as he replaced the cloth on her forehead with an even colder one. Her fever seemed to be non-responsive to the dampness of the cloth because it still burned on. She kept her eyes closed as her head slumped against the rock her back was to. The mixture Aragorn had put on her chest seemed to ease her breathing because it was not as labored as it had been. The color though had remained drained from her face.

He was beginning to think that she would not make it through such a treacherous journey. Maybe she had felt correctly and that she was to die. Legolas shook his head refusing to come to terms with that deduction. The time would come for her to die when she was ripe with age, not when she was ripe with youth and vitality. The thought of Amara truly being the one who was honest kept jabbing away at him.

He was the one who was not honest, who did not open up to her. He had not told her everything that he had given up for her. He had not told her about so many things.

A warm palm touched his hand, the had that was holding the cloth. Her hand was soft and he noticed that it shook slightly. Could she have been frightened of something? The atmosphere was quiet, calm even despite the fact they were in danger, trying to sneak through the mines without notice from enemies. Everyone was clustered around the fire, close enough to feel the heat from it, but far enough to evade any germs that came from Amara.

"Why is your hand shaking so?"

Legolas took the cloth from her forehead, placed it next to him and took her hand again. He did not understand sickness. The thought of it coming to him if it could was one of his fears. If such a thing were to happen he probably wouldn't know how to handle it. When the mortal friends he had would fall ill he fell sick with worry. Such was the case with Amara, but he was worried at a much more elevated stage.

"There are many things I want to do after this Legolas," she whispered crawling closer to him.

The part of her cold that liked to torture her made her cough. Each cough felt like her throat was being engulfed by fire. The coughs she were emitting sounded horribly awful. It caught the attention of Aragorn who had been speaking to Boromir about his sister's condition. There was nothing he could do until they reached Lothlorien.

In Lothlorien she could receive proper care. He turned back to Boromir seeing as Amara was in the care of Legolas. The elf would not fail him.

"What are you doing?" Amara asked when her coughs subsided.

Legolas had moved from sitting next to Amara and was now crouching behind her, trying to remove her cloak. Amara, being the type of person that she was, wrapped her cloak around her tighter. The cloak brought her comfort and she didn't want it gone.

"To me it's like a million degrees below zero. Sorry for being scientifically incorrect. If it was actually a million degrees below zero we'd all be-sneeze- frozen and-"

"Aidulin, I have you in my best interest."

Amara glanced back at the elf and then relaxed, letting him remove her cloak. For a minute, she studied her finger nails. She was disgusted at how dirty they had gotten and they were a bit too long for her liking. All this was momentarily forgotten once she felt the elf's hands slip up her shirt. Again, she turned back to him.

His eyes were closed and he seemed to be mumbling words under his breath. Legolas' hands stayed in one place in the middle of her back. The words he was saying she couldn't make out but she was sure he must've been speaking in elvish. Amara turned back not really knowing what to do with herself. She took to twisting a finger around a lock of stray hair.

'What is he doing,' she thought. Her eyes scanned the group but they were lost in their own thoughts.

At least that part was as she wanted it, nobody worrying about her. The darkness that was destined to envelope her was her problem. The headaches they were causing was what she had to deal with. One thing she noticed though was that the headaches were gone. Legolas' hands heated up significantly and were sending waves of warmth up her spine.

The pain in her throat stopped a small bit and her sinuses opened up completely.

Legolas removed his hands from Amara and opened his eyes. For the briefest of moments he had seen it. He had seen what would ultimately be her downfall. The darkness she was constantly battling against inside of her. She had told no one about this darkness.

The worst part about it was that he felt like she was losing the battle, even as she sat there. Maybe she had not told anyone about the darkness that was ever so slowly draping itself over her, but maybe she had not lied to him about sensing her own death? He was the one who was not being honest.

"Nifty trick, where did you learn it?

When there was no response Amara turned around. Pushing her glasses up her nose she said," What's the matter? You look like someone just died."

"What's the matter? You look like someone just died."

Legolas said nothing but looked at Amara, peering into her ashen face. He pushed back some of her chestnut hair behind her ear with the hand that was not holding the cold rag to her forehead. His blue eyes were unreadable but there was something, something plaguing him. Her expression twisted into confusion as she tried to figure the mystery behind the elf out. Legolas looked away from her and into the fire, not wishing to speak to her much.

"I wish for you to get better," he said in an attempt to dismiss any negative factors from Amara's head. As long as he had known her he always knew her to jump to the pessimistic aspect of things.

"You think that I'm going to die don't you?"

Silence.

"Legolas if I die," she said sitting up straighter only to have him push her back down. "It won't be by a cold. I'd be like the only girl to die of a cold in the twenty first century."

"You are no longer in the twenty first century."

"I'm pretty sure I'm not going out by way of a cold." She reached out and touched his incredibly blonde hair.

Legolas sighed and stared at Amara. She smiled back at him for a second. "Now that that's done are you going to tell me where you learned that thing?

Now here she was convincing him that she wasn't going to die. Things never ceased to be confusing with this woman.

"My mother taught it to me before she sailed to the Undying Lands."

Amara dropped her head. Legolas had known his mother for awhile, a long while in the case of men. She just wished she could've known her own mother, even if it was just for a quick fraction of her life.

"You were telling me that you wanted to do so many things after this. What are those things?" Legolas spoke, eager to know.

"I want to find out more about my history. I want to know every piece of information. Then after that I'd make it my goal to...I don't know read a thousand books, learn every language in Middle Earth, study every map-"

"Take a breath," Legolas said smiling. "What about getting out in the world? Exploring Middle Earth and all that you read about?"

She simply shrugged. They were quiet for a minute.

"I think there is something between those two."

Sam followed Merry's eyes to where Legolas and Amara sat.

"Something like what," Pippin piped up.

"I think they are infatuated with each other."

"' 'Course not," Sam said dismissing the whole idea. "She's just sick is all and he's the only one who can look after her."

"Sorry my dear hobbit," Gimili grunted, joining in their conversation. "But I think Master Merry is wiser at this subject than you. Look at 'em."

Gimili pointed his pipe at Amara and Legolas who were whispering close together.

"You'd be a fool not to see it." The dwarf went back to smoking his pipe.

"Amara I have not been honest with you," he whispered.

There was the heart wrenching feeling in the pit of her stomach. She wasn't ready to deal with anything that would hurt her even more. It just wasn't fair. She took the cloth resting on her forehead from Legolas.

"What is it?"

He told her of the things that happened after he returned back to Middle Earth. He told her what happened after he left her party that night and once he returned to Middle Earth, the search parties that his father had been sending out every night since his disappearance had found him. he recounted telling his father what happened, speaking with Andir, his best friend. Amara listened without interrupting. She didn't see why this was bothering him so much.

Then he told her of the celebration his father put on for him and how he met Phona. This was where she felt her heart begin to drop, like a roller coaster as it finally went down hill. He spoke of their relationship and how it has began to get serious.

This was where she did interrupt. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I feel that I should."

Amara crossed her arms and looked away. she felt that maybe she should let the darkness within her take over. Of course, she came to her senses and put her cloak back on. It was just that she had been disappointed too much throughout her life.

"Why'd you play this game with me Was I just your flavor of the week of something?"

"Why do you always assume the worst?"

"Because the worst is all I know: she turned back to him.

He took her hand and she had the unmistakable urge to take it back. Legolas was turning out to be just like her ex, the moment she was beginning to be an inconvience he was going to kick her to the side.

"It was not long before I realized that it was not Phona that I needed."

He placed a kiss on her hand and looked to see what her response was. Like he thought she was turning a shade of red. She was also looking about to see if anyone was watching them. He did not care if anyone's eyes were upon them. He kissed her hand again, this time letting his lips linger against her skin longer.

"I needed you and I always will."

"I wish the Ring has never come to me. I wish none of this had happened." Frodo looked bitterly at the ground beneath him. Never so badly had he missed The Shire, his home and he would do anything just to go back again.

"So does all that come to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world, Frodo, besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Ring. In which case you were also 'meant' to have it. And that is encouraging enough. Eh- it's that way."

"But one question bothers me," Frodo said scrambling to get up as Gandalf lifted himself from the heavy rock he was sitting beneath.

"And what might that be?"

"Why is it that Amara had not sensed Gollum? Does she need more training from you?"

"Who says that she has not sensed Gollum? Besides, I have given her all the training she will need for her abilities. It is up to the Valar now to guide her." Gandalf began walking in the direction he thought best.

""He's remembered," Merry shouted with happiness.

"No, but the air doesn't smell so foul down here. If in doubt, Meriadoc, always follow your nose."

Frodo looked back to Amara. She was being helped up by Legolas who held on to her hand tightly. There was something that was going to happen with her, he knew. He knew by the words that Gandalf had spoken to him. He only hoped and prayed to the Valar that it was nothing grave.

The light on Gandalf's staff brightened as the fellowship found themselves in an expansive hallway with gigantic pillars supporting the roof above them. They were in shock at the great size of the hall. Gandalf introduced it as the great realm of the Dwarf-city of Dwarrowdelf.

"There's an eye opener, and no mistake," Sam whispered as his eyes scanned every piece of an object that added a special something to the hall.

Gimli walked on with such anxiousness that the rest of them struggled to keep up with his short put powerful strides. Amara took her hand from the shelter of Legolas' and covered her mouth to cough.

"Are you alright," Legolas asked.

"Gimli!" Gandalf shouted as the dwarf sped up. The sight of bodies everywhere met everyone's eyes as they came upon a chamber. The room reeked of death. Corpses everywhere also held the aura of what happened, what they went through.

"NO!" The dwarf shouted over and over. Waves of emotions going through him were of anger and sadness for his people.

"Here lies Balin, son of Fundin, Lord of Moria." Gandalf handed Pippin his hat and staff.

"We must move on. We cannot linger," Legolas whispered to Aragorn. Aragorn heard his words and agreed. Oh Valar did he agree but there would be nothing he could do to get the fellowship to get moving. He glanced at his sister who looked even paler. The suspicion in the back of his mind of something going to happen was growing.

Gandalf picked up an old and dusty book from the ground and opened it.

"They have taken the bridge and the second hall. We have barred the gates but cannot hold them for long. The ground shakes. Drums, drums in the deep. We cannot get out. A shadow moves in the dark. We cannot get out. They are coming."

"Pippin no!" Amara warned hoarsely. She tried to get over to Pippin who was only a few yards from her. It was too late. Pippin had already touched the skeleton by the well. With a loud clamor it fell in, dragging with it a large bucket.

The noise was like a flare gun going off in the darkest of places. It would have alerted every evil that lurked within Moria. The look on Pippin's face was nothing but regret. Amara stopped dead in her tracks. The silence that followed after the noise was even more horrible.

Then it hit her.

It hit her like a fret train. It came crashing into her not in waves, not in small portions and not at all in moderate dozes. The fellowship's worry, Gimili's anger, the surprise of the deceased dwarves when they had been bombarded, but most of all the evil that was coming, the hundreds of thousands of Orcs and goblins. She dropped to her knees as the passionate rage over took her. To put things lightly, her insides, her brain was on overload.

Every emotion was at battle within her, over whelming her body. What went on around her was nothing but a blur. Echoes of voices reached her ears but she did not comprehend them. It was like the world around her was being drowned out by evil as it took over her. Everyone turned to look at her but the sound of deep booms, drumming noises could be faintly heard and that distracted them from her for awhile.

Frodo unsheathed his sword and his eyes meant with a glowing blue blade. It drew the attention of Sam who knew all too well what that meant.

"Orcs," Legolas proclaimed.

Boromir ran to the door and from it two arrows whizzed past. He jumped away from the two arrows and walked a bit further to inspect what sort of situation was heading towards them.

"Get back! Stay close to Gandalf!" Aragorn instructed the hobbits while he walked swiftly to Amara. He took her by the arm and pulled her up. She felt weak and fragile.

"Amara pull yourself together! Now is not the time to be falling apart on us. We need you!" He looked at her sternly as he grabbed her by the shoulders. The seriousness in his voice was enough to scare Sauron himself. Aragorn knew full well things were happening within his sister that not even he would be able to understand, but he knew if she were to fall apart here and now it would mean her death.

"They have a cave-troll." Boromir noted dully, his voice dripping with disbelief.

Aragorn shook his head, an even sterner look on his face. "Whatever it is that is going on inside of you channel it. Do not let it control you. Take over it." With those words he ran to help Boromir and Legolas bar the doors.

Beads of sweat broke out on Amara as she tried with every once of strength to stand. Unknowing to her Gandalf was peering at her. The wizard knew of the struggle that she was taking on. He also knew that it would be the end of her should she choose to let it consume her. So many emotions especially of evil was not meant to be absorbed in the amount that she was taking it in and certainly not all at one time. It was true though, in this battle the fellowship was to face, she would be needed.

Boromir, Aragorn and Legolas stood facing the now barred door with their bows at ready. The thunder upon the door echoed throughout the hall. Legolas glanced back for the briefest of moments. He saw that Amara was still struggling where she had been, her hands grasping her head in pain, her skin a whitish blue as if she were on the very border of death.

"Let them come! There is one dwarf yet in Moria that still draws breath." Gimili stood atop of Balin's tomb, axe at ready. He was more than ready to avenge the death of his people.

Pippin ran from Gandalf and the others to Amara.

"Amara are you alright?"

Pippin got nothing in response from her. Amara gritted her teeth from the pain. She was fighting off the burning sensation, trying to find the golden light, the calmness that would bring her back. It was when Pippin touched her arm that the speck of light she had been so desperately searching for appeared. It was as small as a pea in her mind's eye but it was there and it saved her.

She breathed in heavily and focused on the light. It brought her back but she knew it would not last for long. She looked down at Pippin and nodded, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"G-Go back to Gandalf." Amara unsheathed her sword that once belonged to Arwen. She searched around the space they were all in, a plan forming in her head. A small cracked flight of stairs, she spied and ran up them. They lead to the broken off second level and found the most isolated place to stand where she could see every piece of action that was to take place.

"What is she doing," Boromir had spotted her climbing the stairs.

Then the doors opened and the Orcs poured in.

They poured in by the number a bunch of them were being taken down by Boromir, Aragorn and Legolas with their arrows but once they got too close Boromir and Aragorn had abandoned the use of their bows and drew their swords. Then came the troll. It was enormous in size and its skin was gray in color. Amara watched each one of them face Orcs and dodge the troll. Her plan was to shout warnings to the fellowship since she saw all that was happening.

"Sam watch out!"

Sam heard her voice shouting from above. He heeded the warning, turned around and whacked the oncoming orc with a pan. "I think I'm getting the hang of this."

Amara surveyed some more, holding on tight to her sword. Legolas seemed to be doing fine on his own. Each arrow he decided to take from his quiver had met its target. Boromir slashed and hacked away at Orcs so that they couldn't even get close to him. Gandalf, well he needed no back up what so ever. His staff hitting and beating down Orcs showed that he was no stranger to combat. The hobbits though looked the most inexperienced.

"Pippin there is an orc coming right behind you!"

Instead of looking for the orc, Pippin tried to find where Amara's voice was coming from.

"No Pippin don't look for me, get the orc! Get the orc!"

It was too late. The orc had tackled Pippin to the ground. Amara was about to go down and risk being exposed to every enemy that had threatened to split her very soul with their evil emotions, but there was no need. She breathed in relief as Merry stuck his sword in the orc that had tackled Pippin.

"Aragorn!"

The shouts from Frodo reached Amara's ears. The next part of what was to happen she knew by heart. It was the one thing in the book she could never have forgotten, not even if she wanted to. She watched as her brother raced to the aid of Frodo. The troll's intent was to kill the small hobbit.

A spear lied on the ground and Aragorn reached for it. He jumped in front of Frodo and fought off the troll with multiple thrusts of the spear. It found a mark in the hideous creature's chest but the blade of the spear was not sharp enough to pierce it's skin. Amara watched on and looked to Legolas who had to be well on his way to taking on the troll but wasn't. He was caught up with fighting off a group of Orcs with nastily sharp objects.

She looked to Gandalf and Boromir who were tied up as well. Her grip on her sword had tightened in her hand. The light that she was holding onto, that was keeping her sane was but a glimmer that was quickly fading. She had to do something. Mind made up, she went down into the battle and towards Legolas.

The troll hit Aragorn in fury and irritation and he was thrown aside. He was thrown aside so that the troll might get to what he really wanted, Frodo.

"Legolas! Take the troll, now!"

Legolas whipped around at the sound of Amara. He had no time to think about things as he looked up and saw the troll advancing on Frodo. The Orcs he had been fighting wasted no time in advancing at the elf but Amara stopped them in their tracks. She stepped in front of Legolas and let the glimmer go out. It sent her into darkness and like when a child puts a room full of toys in their closet and opens the door, every once of evil that had been pushed away busted out. It engulfed her and she tried with all her might, every once of strength that she could muster to control it.

A familiar howl of pain went through the air. It was Frodo.

"Go!"

Legolas went fourth his bow drawn.

She felt as if her head would explode but she raised her sword and struck at the nearest orc. When the blade found its mark in the orc's throat, she would have stopped and glorified in her first ever small victory but the wickedness inside of her pushed her forward. An orc with a crude blade slashed at her hip, managing to snag her a bit but the pain she felt was minor compared to what was taking place inside her. The cut had made her look down at it and in that brief nanosecond the orc had knocked her to the ground. Her glasses fell off of her face and hit the ground.

"It's her. We have strict orders to kill her from Saruman himself," the orc that had knocked her down spat to its collogue. Without another word the other orc advanced on Amara, drawing up it's blade.

Legolas shot an arrow into the throat of the troll and it collapsed.

Amara jumped up and got out of the way before the blade could pierce her. In doing so she stepped on her glasses. The crack of them made her cringe but she couldn't focus on that, her life was on the line, besides she could see perfectly fine.

Wait.

She could see! Without her glasses there was no blur.

Without thinking or acknowledging her limbs to move, her sword placed itself in the stomach of the orc who had tried to kill her when she was down. Again without thinking she raced forward and decapitated the other orc. It was over, but the rage inside her was still strong.

"Oh no," whispered Aragorn. He turned the wounded Frodo over fearing the worst. The worst was not to be feared. Frodo gasped in air, surprising all but one.

"He's alive," Sam declared in joy and relief.

"I'm all right. I'm not hurt."

"You should be dead. That spear would have skewered a wild boar."

Gandalf let a smirk cross his face. "I think there's more to this hobbit than meets the eye."

Frodo unbuttoned his shirt and revealed to everyone his Mithril coat, his chest still moving up and down at a fast pace.

Amara had no time for this, none of them did really. They should have been heading out of the wicked place. Amara thought they all needed to get out of this place but for all the wrong reasons. Out there were more Orcs, more goblins, more danger and with it more fighting. She wanted for her sword to taste blood again and to listen to the deafening screams and screeches come from her opponents.

The vibration of it all was exhilarating.

Legolas came up behind Amara whose back was to everyone. He was glad to see that she was alright, having had doubts of her fighting abilities. He had also worried about the breakdown she had been having early on. Legolas placed his hands gently on Amara's shoulders.

"Amara-"

"We should get moving there are more on the way. Much more."

She turned around and Legolas face turned confused and concerned.

"What is your problem?" She held annoyance and attitude in her voice that was not of her nature.

"You've changed. Your eyes they are black."

She lifted her sword to the part where the blade wasn't covered in black blood and peered into the blade. Indeed her eyes that were once rich with blue and a watery texture were now dull, lifeless and black.

"To the bridge of Khazad-dum!"

Amara turned from Legolas and his concerned stare. It made her sick. He cared nothing for her, no one did. In this world she was alone, just like on Earth. If she ever wished to feel better about herself she had to kill. She had to kill to prove them all wrong.

The fellowship ran but every inch that they were running to became occupied by orcs and goblins. Within less than a minute they were surrounded. Legolas had his bow at the ready.

If the worst was to come he would not go down without a fight. It was apparent that he worried for Amara but he had to push all personal feelings aside and live in the now, focusing on what was happening, only them he could save her. Amara on the other hand could not focus on present events. Thousands of Orcs had them surrounded and the thousands of them had emotions. Each one of them had been twisted and tortured so that they may be on the side of evil.

She was being buried with everything they felt, every pain of the past these creatures had went through. The glimmer that was there she had let go of. There was nothing there to save her, nothing.

A red glow appeared on the walls not too far away. The Orcs ran, occupying every inch of the walls that they climbed to get away from the evil. Legolas lowered his bow and watched as the Orcs scurried about.

Boromir gazed ahead at what he knew not was coming. "What is this new devilry?"

This terrible evil was felt by her. Just this one feeling made her heart hurt. It was at a size that was just as equal maybe even more of all the thousands of Orcs put together.

"A Balrog. A demon of the ancient world. This foe is beyond any of you. Run!"

No one had to be told by Gandalf more than once, he in fact ran faster than any of them. Both Pippin and Merry would have laughed at the sight had they not have been in it. Running was never a specialty of Amara's and with everything she was experiencing she couldn't keep up.

Aragorn pushed Amara forward. "Quickly!"

Gandalf stopped and turned to Aragorn in haste he whispered his order for Aragorn to lead them on. He pushed Aragorn away. "The bridge is near."

There was hesitation in the ranger's eyes. It was not in his nature to leave a comrade behind.

"Do as I say! Swords are no more use here:"

Aragorn moved on with the fellowship. The stone they were running beneath starts breaking due to the amount of weight it is holding. They come upon a huge gap where rock should be but isn't. Without fear, Legolas jumped to the next part of the stone and turned beckoning them to come over.

"Gandalf!"

Gandalf jumped.

Amara covered her mouth so as to not let out a yelp. She swallowed it down and turned to Frodo. She kneeled down and he looked at her.

"He has to do it, for the good of everyone and all of Middle Earth he has to go."

Frodo wrinkled his brow in confusion and the fact that he had once knew her eyes to be blue but were now black did not help.

"Amara!" She heard Legolas shout her name and she went on. Each step she took was a step closer to the darkness. She jumped and Legolas caught her hand. He gave her a brief smile so as to let her know that things would be fine. They would not be.

Gandalf squeezed her shoulder and she looked up at him. "I can't keep fighting this off."

All the wizard did was nod. "I know."

Boromir held on to Merry and Pippin and jumped over with them. Once they jumped and Legolas helped them over, rock crumbled away.

Aragorn tossed Sam over the gap and then turned to Gimili.

"Nobody tosses a dwarf!" He attempted to jump and started off looking very successful but-

"Not the beard!"

If Legolas had not grabbed his beard he would have went spiraling down.

Aragorn and Frodo were the only remaining once that had yet to cross the gap. The stone they were on seemed to have given up, for it began to fall away. Aragorn grabbed the back of Frodo's shirt.

"Steady. Hold on!"

Orcs in the distance were firing arrows of at them. Legolas quickly pulled out his bow and fired off. Once he hit the Orcs that had been firing at them he hoped that there were no more advancing.

The stone began to rock. It was up to them to guide the stone to where they wanted it to go.

"Hang on!"

Frodo had never felt as nervous as he had right then when the stone broke away from the bottom and fell at an angle. Aragorn instructed him to lean forward. He did and the stone leaned to where the rest of the fellowship was. Aragorn pushed Frodo forward and the fellowship flew as fast as they could. Frodo looked up at Amara, wanting to ask her what she meant, but he saw that as she ran blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. Frodo was prepared to tell Aragorn of this but he viewed Gandalf stop in the middle of the bridge.

The wizard turned to face the Balrog and everyone stopped.

"You cannot pass!"

"Gandalf!" Frodo yelled. It was impossible even for a wizard to possibly fight that thing off.

"I am a servant of the Secret Fire, welder of the flame of Anor! The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udun! Go back to the shadow! YOU SHALL NOT PASS!"

With his staff he broke the bridge and sent the Balrog tumbling down. He sighed a breath of relief and turned towards the awaiting fellowship. It was over, or so he thought. The Balrog's fiery whip latched onto the wizard's ankle and pulled him down, over the edge of the bridge. He held onto the side as tightly as he could, but a part of him new the inevitable would happen. There was nothing anyone could do to save him.

This was his battle to fight and his alone.

Boromir grabbed Frodo to keep him from running to Gandalf. "No! No!" He uttered the words because this could not be true. Frodo screamed the name of his old friend, desperate to save him.

"Fly you fools!" With those words the wizard fell.

What she saw hit her much greater than when she had read it in the book. What happened next though made her wish that she had fallen inside of Gandalf. The evil had pulled at her with a claw like grip. She had lost the battle within and it was coming to claim her as a prize. The malevolence that came from the Balrog had been too much.

Amara ran blindly, missing the arrows being shot in her direction. Soon as the sun hit her, her feet could take no more steps. One would think the sun, the fresh air would be a relief but it was not. The sun did not rescue her from darkness that had began claimed her as its own. It had invaded her heart even more violently.

She fell to the rock ridden ground.

What happened to Gandalf shocked the hearts of all. Frodo's shouts were hideous to the ears. Boromir drug him away and everyone went out, avoiding the arrows. Aragorn stayed behind, watching where his friend had fell. He half expected to see the wizard climbing back up from where he had fallen.

The words he had said to him rang through his head. He had to lead the fellowship on and he would. He turned away and ran from the darkness of Moria.

The vibrant shine of the sun hit his face but none felt happiness. He saw that everyone was in grief and had stopped because of it. Boromir was attempting to comfort a shouting Gimli, Merry and Pippin are huddled together weeping and Frodo was off by himself. Aragorn wiped his sword cleaned and sheathed it. They had to get moving.

"Legolas get them up."

"Give them a moment for pity's sake!" Boromir stood in defense for those who did not feel as if they could speak due to the grief that they were enduring.

"By nightfall these hills will be swarming with Orcs. We must reach the woods of Lothlorien. Come Boromir. Legolas, Gimli, get them up." Aragorn moved to Sam and pulls him up.

Boromir noticed though that Legolas had not moved from his crouching position on the ground. He stepped away from Merry and Pippin to go over to the elf. He stopped just a few feet behind him and saw that the elf was leaning over the body of Amara.

"What has happened," he asked, hoping they had not lost two this day.

"Get Aragorn." Legolas' voice was barely a whisper. He heard the footsteps of Boromir disappear away from him. When he had made his way from Moria he thought Amara had went before them all and indeed she had. She lay against the white and gray rocks with an unreadable expression on her face and that was how he found her.

He gathered her in his arms, a confusing pained look on his fair face. Her breathing was labored and skin a pasty white. The blackness in her eyes still over powered her natural blue. In the corner of her mouth more blood escaped. Up and down her chest heaved.

Legolas' eyes wandered down to the scratch at her hip. It did not look like the wound was infected of poisoned. All the while his eyes darted from the wound to her face. She was not leaving him, not like this. He loved her too much just to sit there and watch her die.

"I tried...so hard and-and-" she coughed violently, interrupting what she was going to say.

"Shh, do not speak." He rested a hand on her cheek. Legolas could not bring himself to give her the reassuring smile that he wanted to give her.

As soon as Aragorn had come upon Legolas and Amara he dropped to Amara's other side and looked over her. He whispered a no. Aragorn put a hand to her chest. Boromir stood idly to the side, his expression unreadable.

"Her heart is slowing. We need to get her to Lothlorien with haste, let the healers see to her properly."

"I've failed," she screeched out, a tear escaping her eye. There wasn't much time left for her and she felt it. The darkness was becoming much more than just a blanket covering her, it was becoming her.

The remaining fellowship heard her shout. Merry, Pippin, Sam, Gimili and Frodo strayed to where Boromir, Aragorn and Legolas were. They stood some distance back, not wanting to get in the way.

"I was suppos-suppose to be-"

"Amara stop talking," Aragorn whispered. He looked down at her wound. "It does not appear to be grave." He felt around the cut to make sure.

Amara winced, "That's cause its not."

Aragorn cast his eyes on Amara's black ones. 'Evil is taking over,' she mouthed.

She turned her head to Legolas, feeling his warmth as she sat cradled in his arms. Forever she wanted to remember his handsome deep set eyes and how the color of them reminded her of the summer she went off to camp and the aid put too much chlorine in the pool. Amara wanted to remember the smile he would give her when she did something embarrassing, she wanted to remember the way his hair felt beneath her finger tips. Everything she wanted to remember about him before she slipped away. She lifted a finger and traced his jaw.

"Live for me, for the both of us."

:Stop speaking like that. We will get you to Lothlorien, " Legolas said. He tried to keep his voice from shaking.

"We would never get her there in time," Boromir exclaimed.

Aragorn glared up at Boromir.

"You did not fail us, " Frodo bravely stepped up followed by the res. "You helped us more than you can imagine." Tears were flowing down not just his eyes but Merry, Pippin, Sam's, even Gimili seemed to be hiding some.

For a moment she smiled at them and at Frodo, but then pain made her jerk forward. She sent a hand to her heart. Legolas eased her back down.

"Please do not do this," he whispered. Leaning down, he kissed her on the cheek. A part of him was beginning to split apart. The pain that was beginning to squeeze at him hurt badly enough that he wished to die. It was when Aragorn captured the look in his friend's face that he knew Legolas loved his sister.

A cloud, big in size wide in shape passed over the burning sun, blocking out its rays. It was then that she lurched forward once more and clawed at her chest. Aragorn attempted to stop her but once he captured her hands, she fell back into Legolas' arms.

The darkness has over took her.