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Oh, wait a moment. Someone asked who knows of her heritage. She knows, obviously, as does Elrond. Others, like Aragorn, know bits and pieces, but the only one who knows who her father is would be Elrond. Well, I suppose Gandalf knows, but she doesn't know he knows. Does that clarify things?

Cold. It was ridiculously cold on the mountain, and as an elf I was a bit more immune to it than everyone else. I couldn't imagine how the hobbits and men felt. We had begun our journey up the mountain at dawn, Gandalf wanting to get done with it as soon as we could. He held out hope we would only need to spend one or two nights on the mountain.

The hobbits were shivering and quiet, most likely trying to conserve their energy. It took a lot of work to climb up the mountain. When we'd first begun that morning everyone was cheerful. The base of the mountain was warm and the birds were chirping. In fact, it had been like that for hours into our journey until we came to the first sights of snow on the mountain. The amount of snow steadily began to grow until now it was up to our knees.

Frodo suddenly slipped and tumbled backwards down the mountain for a few feet, coming to a stop just in front of Aragorn. Aragorn for his part quickly helped the hobbit to his feet, making sure he was fine. Frodo was unharmed, but the Ring was gone from around his neck. He glanced wildly around for a moment before his gaze rested on Boromir. My eyes followed his and I frowned. Boromir had the chain in his hands, eyes fixated on the Ring. I took a step toward him, only stopping as Aragorn spoke. "Boromir?"

Boromir's eyes remained on the Ring and he muttered, almost as if he was talking to himself though we all clearly heard him. The rest of the Fellowship had stopped in their trek to watch the scene unfold. "It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing... such a little thing."

Aragorn lowered his voice so that it was quiet and yet commanding. "Boromir, give the Ring to Frodo." His hand went to the hilt of his sword at his side, though he didn't draw his sword.

Boromir continued to stare at the ring for a few moments, entranced, before laughing and holding the Ring out to Frodo with a smile. The hobbit snatched the Ring from his hand and hung it around his neck again before pushing past the man. Boromir glanced at Aragorn and I before turning around and continuing to climb up the mountain after Frodo. Aragorn removed his hand from his sword and turned to me. "I fear the Ring is beginning to get a hold on Boromir."

I sighed and resumed my climb, Aragorn following into step beside me. "It has had a hold from the beginning, dear friend. We must hope he is strong enough to resist it though. What just happened now gives me some hope for him."

We had camped for the night on the mountain, making a small fire to keep us warm though there had been little sleep for most. We were up and at it again right at dawn. Though it was cold still the day had started out nicely. However, around the time we stopped for lunch, a blizzard began. It made everyone even more miserable and made our journey even slower. Soon we were going only a couple hundred feet an hour. Legolas and I fared much better than the others, able to walk on top of the snow due to being elves. Another time I was thoroughly pleased that my mother had been an elf.

Legolas paused up ahead on the ledge and I stopped beside him. "Listen, Ara. Can you hear it?"

I tilted my head, frowning as I caught the sound of a voice on the air though I couldn't make out the words. Legolas turned and shouted back at Gandalf. "There is a fell voice in the air."

Gandalf shook his head, frowning himself. He heard the voice as well. "It is Saruman." The evil wizard was speaking elvish and trying to anger the mountain with spells. It seemed to be working, too, as the mountain began to shake and pieces of rock began to fall down on us from above.

Aragorn looked alarmed and shouted. "He's trying to bring down the mountain. Gandalf! We must turn back!"

Gandalf once again shook his head and raised his voice, yelling at the mountain. "Losto Caradhras, sedho, hodo, nuitho I ruith."

The mountain only seemed to shake in response. Saruman continued to yell words at the moutain, his voice somehow carrying on the wind all the way from Orthanc. His chanting seemed to have more effect on the mountain than Gandalf's did, and the clouds began to darken, dropping even more snow. Suddenly a crack was heard and the snow above us tumbled down upon us in an avalanche. I struggled to wiggle my way back to above the snow. It was only a matter of moments before I was on top again, but it felt like an eternity. I shivered and glanced around, relieved to see the rest of the Fellowship already above the snow.

"We must get off the mountain! Make for the Gap of Rohan and take the West road to my city!" Boromir shouted over the wind. The hobbits were all huddled in a group to stay warm and the rest of us were standing in a slight circle, wary of the snow around us and the mountain in general.

Aragorn shook his head. "The Gap of Rohan takes us too close to Isengard." Where the guy who just tried to kill us lived. I was with Aragorn on this one. No need to put ourselves in any more danger than we had to.

"We cannot pass over the mountain! Let us go under it. Let us go through the mines of Moria." Gimli argued.

Gandalf was silent for a few minutes, thinking, with a concerned look on his face. Great evil lay deep within Moria and while the dwarves had resettled there decades earlier there had been no contact with them for at least 10 years. It was a cause of concern. No one was quite sure what had happened to them or even if they were still alive. "Let the Ringbearer decide." Gandalf finally spoke.

Frodo stared at all of us for a moment, shocked he was getting the chance to make such a huge decision. He seemed to weigh each idea carefully, prompting Gandalf to speak again. "Frodo?"

Frodo took another moment to think before coming to a decision. "We will go through the mines."

Gandalf began to nod slowly and the rest of the Fellowship gave a sigh of relief that we would be getting off the cursed mountain. "So be it."

We took the rest of the day to backtrack and climb back to the base of the mountain. Though it had taken us two days to get where we had stopped we still reached the base of the mountain in a day. It was easier to go down than it had been to go up seeing as we no longer had to contend with a blizzard and were all quite eager to get off the mountain. The next day we'd enter under the mountain, though only Gimli seemed overly cheerful because of it.