A/N: Hey guys chap 3 is up! This is my personal fav so far! I'm working on chap 4 now.. so expect it soon this week!

I totally forgot this in my prev chaps but

Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the rings. I do own the plot and the characters that had not been in Lord of the Rings before.

Chapter 3

We stayed in Rivendell a few weeks, I got accustomed to the company and they to me. Boromir and I got better along, but we still didn't like each other. I did grew on the others. When I had time to spare I trained my fighting skills and even sparred a few times with others of the company. Aragorn was a better sword fighter, but he was to everyone. He did seem happy with my skills. Boromir and me were closer with the skill of the blade and I won most of the sparring sessions.

Legolas and I also had a few heated competitions, he always won yet it was always very close, he also seemed pleased with my skill. My instincts, quickness and stealth though, were all better than the others. Every evening I would have dinner with the whole fellowship and learn more about them. Tales were told. Including mine, they all seemed eager to hear about me cause I had many adventure's. Sometimes I would help training the hobbits in their skill with the sword. Aragorn was not in our company a lot, some never knew where he was. I knew that he was with Arwen however, the love of his life. I never understood love, yet I was happy for those who did have it, when it was true it reminded me of my mom and dad. With Aragorn and Arwen I knew it, it was true.

We all got some time to prepare ourselves on the day of our leave. Everyone changed clothes, prepared food and got their weapons. I changed the Rivendell's clothes back to my own. I was busy strapping the quiver of arrows to my back and shifted them so they would be easy to grab over my left shoulder. I put my belt on my hips with my sword and dagger attached and braided my hair. I was not the last one to come, but not the first one either. Boromir loudly complained to me joining again on which I answered.

''Thank the heavens, when I save your life.'' And luckily he stopped, I let my eyes wander to all the people we had here. Mithrandir was in the same garb as always. The greatest change was the elf Prince, from his robes to a tunic with elven leggings and boots. When Aragorn arrived we were ready to go.

''Hey Lass'?'' Gimli asked me by quickening his pace and walking beside me.

''Hmm?''

''That golden hair tie is not possible to be made by an elf or man, only a dwarf can make something like that.'' He said it with pride yet curiosity and I chuckled a little, he didn't want to ask how I got it for the sake of his pride. I decided that more people wanted to know cause some looked my way especially the hobbits seemed to want to know.

''That's because it was made by a dwarf. Master Gimli, one you might know. It was made in Erebor by your father.'' That seemed to ask for even more questions, but I shushed them. Mithrandir shot me a knowing grin. ''I was on the road that lead to Erebor.'' I began. ''He was travelling with a few other companions, I did not know what they were doing there. Erebor in that time was just saved from the dragon. I intended to go by them unnoticed, but an orc pack came.'' I stopped a few seconds and realized that even Aragorn an Legolas were listening intently so I continued. ''The orc pack was large, very large. I knew they needed help, I shot the ones closet by the tree I was hiding in, my hood was up. They hadn't noticed me yet and I wanted that to stay like that.'' I took a deep breath and waited a few seconds.

''Well come on, what happened?'' I chuckled at Pippin's eagerness.

''The orcs were nearly slayed and only few were left. Yet one dwarf's weapon was stuck in the body of an orc, his friends were all busy and he couldn't escape without that weapon. I shot the orc and jumped in the clearing, I defended the weaponless dwarf from the last wandering orcs. After all the orcs were slayed he promised me all the gold I could carry. I asked that even if he saw who I was if he would still do it, he promised. They were all surprised to see a she-elf. I said to him that I needed only a little gold. And went with them to Erebor. The whole way we had wind in our backs, my curls blew in my face again and again. When we were there I asked for a hair tie made of gold and a few coins where I could buy some more supplies with. He complied and crafted it himself.'' I told them, with a pointed look to Gimli.

''Leather hair tie's always broke and I needed something easy. This one is like a click. Somewhere in the gold there is a split if I open that, click he's open.'' I laughed at their awed faces and I heard Mithrandir chuckle too. I took the hair tie out of my hair and gave it to Gimli. It was long hair tie, a little thinner than my hair, there were slits and small oval carved holes in it. The gold still shone. He gave it to the hobbits and so it went in a circle and in the end it came back by me again.

I was retying my braid as we walked in silence again. Since I was bored I decided to observe people just to fill my mind in on something.

Aragorn was my first victim and I observed him well. He was very tall, a little more than a feet taller than me. I barely grazed his shoulder, He had a lean body, eyes of a piercing blue/gray color and shaggy dark brown hair that grazed his shoulders. Legolas was next. He was also tall, but not as tall as Aragorn his hair was almost silver, it was a few inches past his shoulder and had braids to keep it out of his face. His thin lips and blue eyes so blue I had never seen before perfected his perfect face. Boromir had straight brown hair till almost his shoulder and was more muscular, I couldn't decide his eye color very well.

The hobbits were my next victims I had observed Frodo thoroughly already. Sam was a bit fatter than the other hobbits. he had strawberry blond curls, but at the top a bit darker. Pippin was the one with the light brown curls and he and Merry were once again making jokes. Merry was the one with the blondest curls of the hobbits. Gimli looked like his father. Dark red long beard and always with that axe, he was a half head taller than Frodo yet I could not decide if that was so for all the hobbit's. I grew bored of it and stopped. We walked and walked for days, most of the time it as quiet only Merry and Pippin's joking made it not so quiet.

We were resting on some rocks, while Sam made us food. Boromir was giving Merry and Pippin a sword fighting lesson and I watched together with Aragorn. ''Good very good.'' Boromir said while making it a bit harder for Pippin who was his opponent now.

''Move your feet.'' Was Aragorn's advice from the side lines and I found myself nodding along with the comment.

''You're good!'' Merry said to Pippin when it was his turn again, Pippin thanked him a little out of breath from the exercise. In the background I heard Gimli talking to Gandalf about taking the mines in Moria and I hoped and prayed he would not listen, he did not. Boromir sliced Merry's hand and apologized immediately, they tackled him to the ground and I laughed along with Aragorn. When he stood up to help them I went to stand beside Legolas for the watch.

There was a dark cloud, which could not be a cloud. I nudged Legolas, only his eyes could see what I could see. He nodded, yet we could not be certain for now.

''What is that?'' Sam had good eyes for a hobbit.

''Nothing it's just a wisp cloud.'' Gimli answered confidently. Yet I was not so sure.

''Legolas, that is not a cloud.'' I whispered not taking my eyes of it. I felt him nod in agreement. ''What is it?'' I asked him.

''Crebain from Dunland'' He cried to everyone in warning, answering my question at the same time.

''Hide!'' Aragorn yelled. I grabbed everything in my reach and was ready to jump in a bush when I saw a stray small sword lying on the floor. I dropped everything in my hands in the bush and ran at it as fast as possible, when I had it in my hands I jumped in the closest bush without looking.

I heard something take a pained gasp from under me and realized I had jumped on Legolas. I felt my heartbeat quicken if it was because of the closeness or the thrill of hiding for danger I did not know.

''Sorry.'' I whispered at him as I realized we were in a very weird position and felt him nod as a small it's okay. His eyes were fixed on the sky while my face was in his neck where I had just whispered my words in. He smelled nice, like summer rain that just fallen in a forest with a small hint of… Was that vanilla? And he was really warm. It felt like the most comfortable thing to sleep on since forever. When I didn't hear the piercing screeches of the crows anymore I moved to stand up. Only to find that my foot was stuck.

''Hey, I know I'm handsome, but haven't you had enough of me yet?'' He chuckled a little while saying it. He talked in that smooth velvet voice like there was no one, with all her weight laying on his chest. I gaped at his joke and I guess I was a comic sight because he let out another chuckle.

''I'm trying! My foot is stuck and I cannot push myself up on my arm strength, especially from the ground, my arms are too short!'' I grinned cheekily at him and he flashed a small one back. I heard the others raise from their hiding spots. Yet I was pretty comfortable over here.

''Where are the elves?'' Aragorn sounded a bit concerned. I liked being atop of Legolas, but I was slowly feeling the blood drain out of my stuck foot and I knew the others were growing concerned.

''Over here…'' I called turning my head a little so I would not shout in Legolas face. I heard footsteps approaching. I hid my face in Legolas neck to hide my embarrassment. Pippin and Merry where rolling on the ground laughing as soon as they saw us, Gimli followed suit. I even heard Gandalf and the men chuckle a little. ''Stop that.'' I mumbled in Legolas neck.

''What did she say?'' I heard Boromir ask, a little breathless from the laughing. To my displeasure Legolas translated it with an amusing chuckle and they all burst in another fit of laughter. I found it nice that they were having so much fun on this serious quest, but my foot was practically numb now. I lifted my head from Legolas neck and pouted at him, my face was still a little red from the blushing. His eyes widened and I thought I also saw a small tint of red appear on Legolas cheeks, but it must have been my imagination cause when I looked again, he looked as normal as ever.

I turned my face and turned to the others still pouting. I saw the hobbits turn a bright red and even Boromir was redder than usual. I turned to the only one still normal and asked him. ''What's wrong? You know what, never mind. Aragorn, a little help please… My foot is stuck and numb now.'' I felt another blush come up and could not stop it. I hated asking for help, it made me sound so helpless. It must have been a sight to see: me on top of Legolas with my face red and in a pout, my hands on his chest pushing me a little up so I can whine to Aragorn.

Since my neck began to hurt to turn like that, I let myself drop on top of Legolas again with my face in his neck. My foot was stuck in the bush and could only be released if it came up, but since I could not get up from the ground without that foot it was kind of hard. I felt two hands under my arm pits. Wait… What? I felt my eyes widen in Legolas neck when Aragorn lifted me up as a child with ease. I watched as Legolas (with a smirk) grew farther away from me. I was dangling in the air with both of my foots free. I was so shocked, but soon replaced by the horrifying truth and turned angry.

''Put me DOWN!'' I began swinging my limbs like a child, but it still looked like he didn't break a sweat. I heard everybody laughing again and blood rushed to my cheeks in anger and embarrassment. He finally put me down on the other side of the bush and I wobbled a little on my numb foot, before the tingling started.

I almost fell over if it wasn't for the steadying hand on my shoulder. The hand belonged to Mithrandir and he gave me a wink, blood rushed to my cheeks once again and I hissed at him. Legolas was also up again, I knew I was going to be merciless teased by the others.

I held up the stray sword that I had grasped in my hand at the moment Aragorn lifted me and looked around with a raised eyebrow. My question? From whom was this sword. I looked at the hobbits, only they possessed these smaller swords and Merry and Pippin had been practicing before. They both didn't give in so fast, but Pippin turned a little red in the face. I walked to him and dropped on my knees.

I pushed his sword in his chest and heard a small 'oomph' from him. ''Revenge will be sweet.'' I whispered in his ear followed by an evil cackle. When I stood up again and pretended I was innocent he was as pale as a sheet.

The seriousness returned directly at the group. ''Spies of Saruman, The passage South is being watched. We must take the Pas of Caradhas'' Gandalf piped up and looked to a mountain behind him, we all followed his gaze to a snow covered mountain. I subconsciously pulled my cloak tighter around me.

It wasn't that I hated snow, much the opposite actually. I loved it! That also was because I could walk on it. I twirled humming to myself in the front, right after Legolas. He turned to me and let a cute boyish and childish grin overtake his face, he looked cute and handsome. It was just that it was unfair for the others, I could feel nothing of the cold and the hard work the rest had to go through. I heard less than usual, the wind blew in my ears. The first thing I heard was the crunching of snow and rustling from clothes and items, I immediately whipped around and saw Frodo being helped up by Aragorn.

I turned back around and waited for the sign to continue walking. I did hear a shout of ''Boromir give the ring to Frodo.'' from Aragorn and that had me turned around again in no time. Boromir mumbled something that I could only hear a few words of. But he had not yet walked in the direction of Frodo to return the ring.

''Boromir.'' Aragorn called, but he did not respond. I thought fast and made a snowball, with my perfect aim I gave it a powerful throw and it landed right on top of Boromir. He was angry, looking around with a glare. I fluted a small tune and didn't look at him. If I had wanted I could have blamed Pippin and could get away with it. But his anger at me had taken his attention of the Ring and it's darkness of his mind. All eyes landed on me, some laughing. But Aragorn, Legolas and Gandalf knew it was a distraction and all held a gratefulness in their eyes, Frodo might even know it.

Boromir seemed to realize he still hold the ring in his hand and walked to Frodo. He muttered something that I could just make out as ''As you wish, I care not.'' Because he spoke a little harder this time, he gave a small chuckle that sounded forced and ruffled Frodo's hair. I eyed him well, and saw Aragorn do it too. As Boromir turned his back on Aragorn I saw Aragorn's hand disappear from his sword handle, my own of my bow disappeared too. We continued our walk and I my twirling. Slowly it began snowing and the snow was deeper, it was freezing cold I knew.

I stopped my twirling as we got closer to the edge, I felt kinda bad that they had to do so much and still feel freezing cold. While I walked as easy as can be, not bothered by the cold at all. I felt the snow stick in my hair and by my eyes, even with my hood up. The wind got even louder and harder. After a while we had to carry the hobbits while they shielded in our cloaks. I had Pippin and sunk further in the snow than usual, but set him by Boromir when I thought I heard something. I took a step forward.

I stopped dead in my tracks and Legolas did the same not even a 2 seconds later. Someone spoke a language that I did not know, it sounded old and oddly as Saruman. Ah that explains it, I had some encounters in the past with him, it never went well. I think he's a stuck up old man who only wants power. He thinks of me as an annoying stupid elf that always is in the way of his plans.

''A foul voice is in the air!'' Legolas cried as soon as I had opened my mouth to warn them.

''I hear it too.'' I added swiftly with a cry of myself, just to add some more belief to it.

''It's Saruman!'' Gandalf screamed barely able to understand over the wind and snow. Suddenly there was a crack and all the eyes went up. Large chunks of ice fell down, we all pushed ourselves against the mountain.

''He's trying to take down the mountain! We must go back'' Aragorn yelled against the wind in a warning.

''NO!'' The cry of Gandalf was better heard this time while he began mumbling back words of the same language, the echo of Saruman returned immediately. This time a lightning lot broke the side of the mountain down, but came from all the way up and took a lading of snow with him. I was the closest to the edge and I prepared to dodge the snow and push myself against the mountain when Gimli stumbled in to me on his own journey to the side of the mountain. His weight overthrew mine and I felt myself falling over the edge. Snow pilling over me.

Legolas was the first to pop up and soon others followed, they all dug up the smaller one's free of the cold substance coughing and taking deep gulps of air.

''We must get of the mountain! Make for the gap of Rohan and take the West road to my city.'' Was the first thing Boromir said when he regained his breathing. Everyone wiggled free of the snow, slowly standing up and helping others. Legolas all the while was checking if they had everyone, they came one short!

''We can't! The gap of Rohan takes us to close to –'' Aragorn began, but was cut off by Legolas.

''Wait!'' He yelled . '''Where is Nya?'' all the free hands began digging in more snow looking for her. Frodo's hands were freezing, but he would not give up on her. Legolas eyes quickly shot to the edge when he heard a small cough.

''Silence, I think I heard her.'' He quickly warned the rest. They all stopped the digging and were as silent as they could. He could hear if he was really concentrating her uneven gasping breathing.

''I'm here…'' It was barely heard and sounded weak and rough, but he heard it nonetheless. Quickly he pointed to the edge and they all began scrambling and crawling there. The first thing Legolas saw where her hands. They were tiny and small almost as pale as the snow from her hard grip on the sharp edge unwilling to let go, he even saw some red in the snow by her hands. His face went over the edge and he saw her dangling there, trying to search grip to push her foot up. Her braid (where some curls had slit out from) of bright red hair was adorned with snow, and her beautiful face had a cold flush to it. Her plump and perfect shaped lips were losing her natural pink color to a sort of purple blue. Her bright emerald/forest green, green eyes with a spark, were in panic looking around, she hadn't noticed him yet. Her hand began losing its grip and she began to lower. Her eyes shot close in the prepare to fall and opened a second later in surprise when she noticed a warm hand over hers holding her there. Cuts adorned her hand as he felt the blood on his hand and drop in the snow. He began pulling her up and he told himself to watch how she eats when he felt how light she was. He had already noticed that she was smaller than your usual elf, yet it was kind of cute in a way.

When she was almost up, Aragorn grabbed her other hand and began pulling her up with Legolas. When she was up, they all breathed a sigh of relief. While she regained her breathing they began discussing the next route.

I regained my breathing and winced as the sting of the cuts in my hands form the sharp edge began to settle in. I looked at them and cringed at the sight. It looked like a murder scene. My hands were full of blood and drops coated the withe ground. On the background I listened to the conversation while I cleaned the cuts with some fresh snow and wrapped my hands in clean bandages.

''The gap of Rohan brings us to close to Isengard.'' Aragorn resumed the conversation at where they left it.

''If we cannot pass over it, then let us go under it. Let us go through the Mines of Moria.'' Gimli added, he did not have to raise his voice as much, his low and gruff voice cam far without trying. I immediately whipped my head to Gandalf.

He looked troubled and stuck between a decision. He knew I was not very fond of dark, cramped small places. Especially not the mines of Moria. The last time I had been there it was roaming with goblins and other things, a long time ago. It was not a good memory.

''Let the Ring bearer decide.'' It sounded so serious, so official. Gandalf was troubled to go in the mines, I knew that, but why was a mystery. It seemed more than a fear of darkness or small cramped spaces. Not that I feared it, I was just a little… a little uncomfortable in such places. I prayed and prayed that he would not go in there.

''We cannot stay here! This will be the deads of the hobbits.'' Boromir informed us of the obvious. But it seemed to have an effect on Frodo.

''Frodo?'' Gandalf asked.

''We will go through the mines.'' His voice sounded steady, but I knew he was scared too.

''So be it.'' Gandalf's whispered statement sounded more of an answer to himself than anything else, that thought scared me.

The gods mocked me today.

Yo! Hope you enjoyed it! The first chap was not the best and too long, the second was a bit more enjoyable, but i had serious fu with this one and hope you did too!

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NO elvish today! (aggg Shoel have done something about it, but I'm too lazy! Chap 4 is coming up soon this week!