AN: Another chapter up, (yay!)... but I have some bad news. For most people in the UK, they'll know the exam season is starting soon and so these updates might slow down because I'm going to focus on my exams. But, I promise, I will update AT LEAST every two weeks. (Note: At least does not mean always! Hopefully I'll update sooner than that ;))

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Disclaimer: Why can't I own Middle- Earth? Why? Rosalie's lonely

It's kinda cold here

The snow underneath Rosalie's boots crunched, soaking through, and the only thing keeping her going was the guilty pleasure she took from watching the Hobbits and Gimli struggle. She increased her strides, trying to catch up with Gandalf. "I know this is a stupid question, but who's Saruman?" Gandalf turned to her, a shocked expression on his face until it melted and he sighed. "I had forgotten that you are not from this world... Saruman is a wizard, like me, and he was perhaps one of the greatest of us but he turned to the evil of Sauron." Rosalie cocked her head. "Sauron?" Gandalf sighed through his nose. "Sauron is the true master of the One Ring that Frodo now carries. If he takes the ring, evil will reign throughout Middle Earth." The wizard's usual jolly tone had darkened and Rosalie took an involuntary gulp and a step backwards. Suddenly Gandalf leaned away, as if nothing had happened and Rosalie stood there, frozen in the snow for a few moments, before continuing.

Rosalie jerked forward rapidly, cheeks stinging from the sharp coldness that hit her face. She shook her head, shivering slightly and pulled herself out of the snow. Merry and Pippin were howling with laughter, a few chortles escaping the dwarf's lips as well as they watched the woman struggle getting out of the snow. Rosalie brushed the snow off herself, and put her hands on her hips. "Oh, I'm so glad I made you laugh." She glared at them, bending down, preparing her own ammunition. By now, Gimli had realised what she was going to do but the hobbits were still laughing from Pippin's previous shot. Merry's eyes widened, realising what the girl was giving to do. Rosalie launched it, her aim true, and Pippin fell, spluttering snow. Merry dodged his snowball and grabbed a lump off the ground, hurling it at her. She ducked, laughing but Merry stopped suddenly, staring wide-eyed over Rosalie's shoulder.

Tiny snowflakes glistened in the elf's platinum blonde hair, creating tiny pools on his shoulders, his eyes reflecting the surroundings as he glared at the little group. Rosalie gulped, holding her hands high above her head, the laughter in her taken away with a swift glance. "Legolas... look at me," His deep blue eyes focused on her. "I want you to calm down..." Her words were slow and calm and one of the elf's eyebrows twitched his mouth quirking upwards for a moment. She took a step closer, remaining calm like the elf was a wild animal. "Trust me, you-" Rosalie's words were cut off as snow hit her face. She gasped, spitting snow out of her mouth, turning in shock to Legolas, who was smirking at her. "Oops."

Merry and Pippin were sniggering behind her as Rosalie stared down the elf. Then she shrugged her shoulders. "Everyman for himself." She grinned wickedly and spun, launching one at Merry and another at Pippin. Both hit their marks but a wet thump that made her stagger forward caught her off guard. Legolas grinned at her, a dangerous glint in his eye, making Rosalie's heart beat faster. She was glad she made him smile. Suddenly a missle sailed past her head, only a few inches from her nose. Aragorn's getting involved, she thought to herself, smirking slightly and threw a snowball at him. He yelped but threw his next at Legolas, who looked at him with mock-hurt.

Gandalf sighed, closing his eyes for a few moments before turning to the rest of his company, watching them laugh and throw snow at each other, Gimli, Boromir and Sam all sucked into the playful violence. Frodo was the only one who didn't get involved, merely watching them from Gandalf's side, how they interacted, the deep roars from the dwarf and men and the lighter laughter from Rosalie, Merry and Pippin. Slowly, the snowball battle died down, as the company realised they were being watched, caught in their moment of innocence. Gandalf cleared his throat and nodded at all of them, before carrying on up the mountain, not stopping to let them pick the sludge out of their hair.

The fellowship resumed their trudge through the snow up the mountain, almost in single file, using each other's tracks for guidance. Legolas had it easier than the rest of them, his light form striding across the snow rather than wading through it. Suddenly, Frodo let out a cry and began to tumble, sliding through the snow. Aragorn grabbed him and hauled him to his feet and Frodo's hand instinctively went to his throat, his eyes bugging when he couldn't find the Ring. A head of them, Boromir had stopped, inspecting something on the ground. Delicately, as if holding a snowflake, he brought the thin chain to eye-level, his gaze never leaving the Ring.

"Boromir," Aragorn called, frowning at the man from Gondor, still holding Frodo up and everyone turned to stare at Boromir. The Man took no notice, absorbed by the Ring, an emotion glinting in his eyes that made Rosalie's insides squirm. "It is a strange fate," He murmured to no one in particular. "That we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing..." His hand got closer to the Ring and out of the corner of her eye, Rosalie could see Legolas reaching for his bow. "Such a little thing..." Boromir crooned, his hand now stretching.

"Boromir!" Aragorn's call was sharp this time, sharp enough to slice through Boromir's reverie. "Give the ring to Frodo," He said calmly, as if speaking to a misbehaving child. A crease appeared in the man's forehead for a few seconds before disappearing and he looked around, startled to have everyone's attention. He let out an unconvincing laugh. "As you wish," He stated it like a fact, dropping it into Frodo's palm, though Rosalie could still see traces of the glint left in his eyes. "I care not." He ruffled the Hobbit's hair and turned, walking away while giving another chuckle. Gimli and the other Hobbit's followed his lead, but Rosalie saw that Aragorn's hand never left his sword.

The trek was perilous- God, did I just say perilous? Gandalf's rubbing off on me... Rosalie grumbled internally, the cold souring her mood. The snow was thicker and deeper than before, swallowing any sound except the howling winds that screamed like demented souls. The Hobbit's clung to Boromir and Aragorn as if they were stuck with super-glue else they would've been buried alive in the snow. Legolas walked ahead, his unnatural lightness allowing him to tread on the surface, never sinking an inch. Gimli was just in front of her, the snow higher than him and he continuously cursed the frozen mountain they walked under his breath. Suddenly, Legolas stopped dead, his platinum blonde hair whipping about him as he stared into the stormy skies.

"Gandalf!" His cry was stolen by the winds, a bare, hoarse whisper left in its place. "There is a fell voice on the air!" He shouted and Rosalie paused, straining to hear it. Deep words echoed across the mountain, words in an ancient language that sent chills through the girl far better than the cold did, scaring her in a way she had never thought possible. The language was dark, similar to one Gandalf spoke at Elrond's Council, yet this one had a promise attached, one of unspeakable power and Rosalie felt herself quiver.

"It's Saruman!" Gandalf shouted, looking a lot less dignified than usual with frost covering his beard. Above them, the mountain let out a groan, the rocky path beneath them shook, snow and lethal icicles shaking with it, a few coming close, with one coming far too close to Sam's nose for anyone's comfort. Rosalie let out a scream, consumed by the winds and flinched out of the way of plummeting snow. Aragorn turned to the wizard, "He's trying to bring down the mountain. Gandalf! We must turn back!" The man unconsciously drew Frodo and Sam closer to his sides. "The Hobbits will not last much longer," Boromir added, squinting at Gandalf. Gandalf bit the inside of his lip and shook his head, shuffling to the edge of the cliff. He shouted to the heavens, calling back in that same powerful language, his voice mingling with Saruman's.

Caradhras shuddered, letting out a groan and Legolas yanked the wizard away from the edge. Everyone pressed themselves up against the rocky wall and for once, Rosalie didn't care about that one sharp stone pressed deeply into her back. Snow fell from above, light like a wintery waterfall before more began to fall. Rosalie's eyes widened as the snow from above fell heavier and she took a deep breath, just before the last of the light was blocked out.

It hit her like a ton of bricks and Rosalie held in her deep breath, remembering something an old geography teacher once said. Hold your breath; this would give you breathing room when the snow settles... She had said something else and Rosalie's hand shot upwards, feeling the nasty whip of the wind around her. She was deeper than she had thought, only the very tips of her fingers scraping the surface. Her other hand clawed at her face, pushing snow away from her face almost violently. It then shot up again, trying to move the snow above her head. It wasn't working. Rosalie felt her muscles getting heavier. Still, she dug away, remembering she should be calm in these situations. They want me to be CALM?! Her mind was screaming for oxygen. For a second, her vision went dark and Rosalie thrust her fingers upwards, trying to get them out of the snow. The others would see her, rescue her. More dark spots swam in front of her eyes. I can't die like this, Rosalie thought desperately and she tried to move her head, a small path of blue across her right eye. A little bit above her was a crack, enough for grey light to hit her face, taunting her at the very end, watching her fall asleep.

Boromir was shouting at Aragorn. His body had disappeared and all he was only a floating head on top of a sheet of snow. "We must get off the mountain!" He roared, glaring at Aragorn and Gandalf in turn. "Make for the gap of Rohan! I'll take the west road to my city." Both shook their heads. "The gap of Rohan takes us too close to Isenguard." Aragorn shouted and the wind died down, just enough for Merry's shaky voice to ask a question they never considered. "Where's Rosalie?"

The fellowship paused, then looked at each other, emotions varying between shock, fear and panic. They wriggled in the snow, trying to move those few inches to see something that could tell them. "She didn't... y'know, go over, right Strider?" Sam's voice was hoarse, thick with tears that would freeze if they threatened to fall. Suddenly, Legolas lurched forwards; throwing snow over his shoulder frantically and just over his shoulder, the ginger Hobbit could see bone white fingers. The rest of the fellowship sprang into action. Gimli wrestled his way over, scooping snow out of his way as Boromir did the same, though trying not to hit the Hobbits perched on his back.

Slowly, more of the girl appeared, her pale skin devoid of any colour it had before. Her skin was nearly pure white, her lips tinged blue and Legolas gently pulled her out of the snow, snowflakes lacing her eyelashes as they fluttered and she let out a whimper, shivering violently.

The elf wrapped Rosalie in his cloak, rubbing her arms but the girl continued to shake, her eyes glazed. Boromir turned to Aragorn and Gandalf. "She won't last much longer on this mountain- neither will the Hobbits."

"Gandalf," The dwarf's voice was quiet compared to the men's angry shouts earlier. "If we cannot go across the mountain, let us go under it. Let us go through the mines of Moria." Gandalf clenched his jaw. "Let the ring bearer decide. Frodo?" The wizard was almost pleading but Frodo's eyes wandered over to his friends, huddled together to share some of their remaining warmth and Rosalie's still-blue lips. He shook his head. "We will go through the mines of Moria." Gimli beamed, his head just peeking above the snow and Gandalf closed his eyes, looking defeated. "So be it." His whisper lost to Caradhras.