For Disclaimer, see Chapter 1
Chapter 8 - The Pass of Caradhras
The Fellowship climbs the snowy slopes of Caradhras. As we climb through the glistening, fresh snow beneath the great blue sky. "Ungh!" Frodo looses his footing and falls, rolling down the slope towards Aragorn. "Frodo!" Aragorn helps him to his feet. Frodo regains his footing and puts a hand instinctively to his neck for the Ring. Finding it missing, he looks back up the slope. The Ring lies in the snow, glistening. Boromir sees the Ring and picks it up by its chain. "Boromir." Aragorn said quietly, Boromir is oblivious and it seems, he was sad. "It is a strange fate we should suffer so much fear and doubt… over so small a thing. Such a little thing." He said as he reaches out a gloved hand to touch it. "Boromir!" Aragorn called out him again, "No, don't!" I yelled at him as he looks up at me and then at Aragorn, he pulled from his trance. "Give the Ring to Frodo." Aragorn said but Boromir hesitated, "Just give it to him." I demanded, Boromir walks slowly down the slope to the Ranger and the Hobbit. Aragorn's hand is on the hilt of his sword. "As you wish…" Boromir holds out the Ring, Frodo does not want to wait, and he grabs the Ring sharply. "… I care not." Boromir jokingly tousles Frodo's hair, turning to resume climbing. Frodo looks on suspiciously; Aragorn releases his grip from his sword. As we labor onwards through the high snow banks, Legolas runs out ahead. His step is light and he moves with ease across the top of the snow, staring into the blinding storm. Suddenly, he hears something, "Cuiva nwalca Carnirasse; nai yarvaxea rasselya!" until he said, "There is a fell voice on the air!" "It's Saruman!" Gandalf yelled, With a rending echo, a horde of rock slabs and boulders falls from the mountain's arms. As we shove ourselves flat against the sheer cliff wall to avoid the onslaught of stone. "He's trying to bring down the mountain! Gandalf, we must turn back!" Aragorn said, "No!" Gandalf refused as he steps out onto the ledge, rising on the snow. "Losto Caradhras, sedho, hodo, nuitho i 'ruith!" The wizard's voice is drowned out by a more terrible cry in the maelstrom. "Cuiva nwalca Carnirasse; Nai yarvaxea rasselya; taltuva notto-carinnar!" Lightning strikes the tip of Caradhras, sending a second avalanche of white ice onto us. Legolas snatches Gandalf from the edge, pulling him against the cliff just before the ice-fall hits. The avalanche cascades over us, and snow buries us completely but I got heavily to buried the snow around me and I almost cannot to breathe of myself until everything is black.
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After a moment, they emerge. "Anyone is okay?" Gimli said, as they nodded, "But wait... where is lady Cynthia?" Pippin asked, they were shocked as Legolas saw her hand, "Cynthia!" He run to her as he pulls out the snow from her, then he saw her as she was freezing and cold, then he checks her pulse, "How is she, Legolas?" Aragorn asked him, "She is fine but she is just passed out." As he holds her in his arms, "Don't worry, she will be alright!" Aragorn said to the Fellowship, "We must get off the mountain! Make for the Gap of Rohan and take the west road to my city!" Boromir inquires, "The Gap of Rohan takes us too close to Isengard!" Aragorn as he agrees with Boromir, "If we cannot pass over the mountain, let us go under it. Let us go through the mines of Moria." Gimli said, In Gandalf's eyes there is a shadow of doubt, of fear that lies unsaid. He is conflicted. "Let the Ring bearer decide." Gandalf speaks grimly, Boromir shouts through the snowstorm, holding Merry and Pippin to him. Both are cold and extremely pale. "We cannot stay here! This will be the death of the Hobbits!" "Frodo?" Gandalf inquires to him, "We will go through the mines." As he made a final decision, "So be it."
Translations:
"Cuiva nwalca Carnirasse; nai yarvaxea rasselya!" - Wake up cruel Redhorn! May your horn be bloodstained!
"Losto Caradhras, sedho, hodo, nuitho i 'ruith!" - Sleep, Caradhras, be still, lie still, hold your wrath!
"Cuiva nwalca Carnirasse; Nai yarvaxea rasselya; taltuva notto-carinnar!" - Wake up cruel Redhorn! May your bloodstained horn fall upon enemy heads!