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I'm so sorry that I haven't update my story for such a long time. Life has simply been even more awful than usual since school started. I know, I shouldn't have so many excuses. Anyways, at least I updated. Thank you, for those who continued to support my story, I don't know what I would have done without you guys. Love you all.

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Chapter 8

The Fellowship left Rivendell at dusk on December 25.

She remembered that day very clearly, it was cloudy, even the sun was reluctantly to see the departure of this burdened company. She was glad they finally left though, she couldn't stand to look at Arwen and Elrond anymore, it hurt too much. Besides, she had a feeling that Elrond might have knew who she is, since many times he seemed to want to say something to her, but she would always leave before he come. She knew she was running away but does it matter? Why would anyone care what happens to her anyways.

Before the company left however, she did asked Mithrandir something.

"Would we venture into Lothlorien?" she had asked one day when Mithrandir was alone.

Mithrandir looked at her oddly but said, "Perhaps, we've planned to take the Redhorn pass under the far side of Caradhras, we shall come down by the Dimrill Stair into the deep vale of the Dwarves. There lies the Mirrormere, and there the River Silverlode rises in its icy springs. Lothlorien would be an excellent resting place for us then."

At the mention of Redhorn Pass she flinched, at first she thought Mithrandir didn't notice but when he finished the sentence he added, "Is something wrong my dear?"

"No, nothing, are you sure it is safe, the Redhorn Pass, I mean."

"Yes, the orcs have not dared to venture into the Pass since Elrohir, Elladan, and Haldir of Lothlorien slaughtered the group that attacked Lady Celebrian and Lady…ah here my memory fails me…but let me see if I can remember her name…she was a mortal you see, a good friend of the Marchwarden, some said even more than a friend. When she died they said he almost faded. It was a tragic story…" Mithrandirsaid lost in his thoughts.

"I see…" she said faintly. What else could she say? Not only had she cause the death of Celebrian but she nearly killed Haldir…Gods why couldn't she ever do something right?

"Well Mithrandir I shall leave you to ponder the name, when you do remember, tell me." She said stiffly then she turned around and left, leaving behind a pensive Mithrandir who glanced after her thoughtfully.

Enough pondering about the past, she couldn't even make do in the future.

That morning they lit a fire in a deep hollow shrouded by great bushes of holly, and their supper-breakfast was merrier than it had been since they set out. They did not hurry to bed afterwards, for they expected to have all the night to sleep in, and they did not mean to go on again until the evening of the next day. Even she was slightly more cheerful then she had been for ages, after all it is quite difficult to pull a sour face around the hobbits, especially Merry and Pippin.

She had been helping Sam cook the breakfast and she could have sworn just doing that she gained a better spot in Sam's mind. He seemed to taken to anyone who's a good cook. Now, after the food she sat down on a large boulder, soon she found two other little companions around her.

"So, is your name really Guardian?" Merry asked curiously, "Tis a weird name." It wasn't a bad sort of curiosity, in fact it was like those of a small child, and it was slightly humorous to see it coming out of an adult face on such a small figure. Her mouth curved up slightly in a smile, "Haven't you heard curiosity kills, Master Merry."

The hobbit shook his head comically and she laughed, how strange it is, to laugh after such a long time of crying. Even she was surprised at this foreign sound coming from her.

The other hobbit spoke up, "I think, miss, you should laugh more often, it makes you look prettier."

She looked at him in surprise then teased, "Oh, and I suppose that means I was ugly before?"

"No…miss…" Pippin said blushing madly.

She scuffed his head in good humor, "Never mind dear Pippin, I am only joking with you."

"Go on now, I think you should ask Boromir to teach you some sword fighting skills, he seems to be lacking things to do." She smirked when she caught Boromir frowning at her. The hobbits nodded eagerly and left, a few minutes later the sound of Boromir getting run over by two lovable hobbits was heard.

She looked around and caught sight of Legolas looking worriedly off to the distance, "What are you looking at, elf?"

Legolas turned, "I feel an uneasiness here, tis too quiet."

"Hm, I suppose you're right, elves are always right after all."

"You've associated with other elves before? Were they Galadhrims?"

She cringed, "how'd you know?"

Legolas nodded his head at her bow, "you carry yourself like a Galadhrim."

"Oh that's humorous," she said sarcastically, "a human walking like an elf."

Legolas smiled, "You still haven't answered the question."

"Who cares, I'm the Guardian of Fangorn, that's all you guys need to know." She said grimly. Her sight slid pass Legolas and she furrowed her brow.

"I think there is something wrong with that cloud, Legolas."

Legolas twist around to look and Gimli who overheard their conversation said gruffly, "It's just a cloud, nothing more."

Boromir had some how got off the ground where he had laid after getting ran over by hobbits; he glanced at the cloud, "It's moving too fast and against the wind."

"Crebain from Dunland!" Legolas shouted as the black blot grew larger.

"HIDE!" Aragorn commanded.

Suddenly everyone was in action, the fires were put out, the packs stalled away, and as the black cloud approached everyone found a place to hide themselves. And not a moment too soon, for shortly they heard a strange screeching sound, it grew louder and louder until it was bouncing off every rock in the hollow.

She made a silent grimace, but as sudden as they had come, the crebains soon left. The Fellowship crawled out from their hiding place.

Mithrandirwas the first to speak, "Spies for Saruman, the passage south is being watch we will have to go over the pass of Caradhras."

Trudging up a snowy mountain was no easy task, not to mention when the snow is about five feet deep. Of course things could be worst…she could be a hobbit…The hobbits were not having a good time right now, they were constantly in danger of being snowed under. And as if things weren't bad enough Frodo tripped and the Ring slipped from his neck…

"It is a strange fate that we suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing. Such a little thing…" he reached forward as if to caress the Ring.

"Boromir!" Aragorn warned. Boromir withdrew his hand and blinked as though he had just been awoken from a dream.

"Give the Ring to Frodo." Aragorn ordered. Boromir scoffed but slowly handed the Ring to Frodo.

"As you wish. I care not." Frodo snatched the Ring from him. Boromir chuckled uneasily, tousled Frodo's hair, and shouldered his shield as though nothing of great importance had happened.

She shuddered, the Ring is starting to get to Boromir, they will have to be wary of him from now on. Just then a familiar voice appeared in her mind, they men are dirty, quarrelsome and weak.

She felt her eyes grew moist, maybe you're right after all Haldir, maybe your're right…

Things did not get better as they ascended the mountain, the hobbits have fallen many times in the snow, and they were turning bluer by the seconds. The soft flaky snow that was falling had increased until it was a white blizzard. She saw Legolas leaning out towards the edge as if listening for something.

"There's a foul voice in the air." He shouted.

"It's Saruman, he's trying to bring the mountain down!" Mithrandir growled then he too leaned over the edge while Legolas moved back.

"We have to leave now!" Aragorn shouted.

"NO!" Mithrandir roared, and he started to chant an incantation in Sindarin. But apparently it wasn't enough for seconds later the entire cap of the mountain fell upon them, encasing the Fellowship in a mountain of snow.

She dug her way out frantically and leaped to help the hobbits. When she finally got them out she turned around and looked at the rest of the Fellowship.

"We can't go on like this, the hobbits are freezing to death!" Aragorn exclaimed.

Mithrandir looked defeated, Boromir said, "We should have taken the Gap of Rohan."

Aragorn shook his head, "No Rohan will take us too close to Isengard."

"If we can't go over the mountain, we can go under it through the mines of Moria. My cousin Balin will give a royal welcome." Gimli rumbled.

Mithrandir sighed tiredly, "Let the ringbearer decide." Everyone turned to look at Frodo. He glanced at the expectant gaze of the group and finally said, "We will go through the mines."

"So be it." Mithrandir said almost uneasily.