Hobbitsworld: Thanks I hope you like my other stories as well. I'm still working on 'Willow the Slayer' The other two I have finished :)

jshaw0624: Thankyou again - Yes it seems to be heading in the direction of Legolas and Winter.

Chapter 7

Life goes on I suppose. It would not matter where I am or what I am doing. If I was here or there. Life goes on. Life was happening outside these walls. These confining walls. If I had one wish I would wish to be anywhere but here right now. If that meant I had to die then so be it. But I feared not for death but rather feared for life. Yes even after Aragorn had told me I was worth fighting for it was not enough to make everything better. Sure it touched a small place in my heart. But these guys did tie me up and make me come with them on this endless walk. They still had yet to tell me what the hell they are doing. This darkness is my own personal hell. Despite the light from Gandalf's staff I still felt like the place was caving in on me. I shuddered at the thought, a hand found its way to mine. Not caring whose it is, I held on. There was one place I never wanted to go back to and that place was where I could no longer cry, the place in myself that did not think, that place where I shut down, that place where I attempt suicide because it is so scary and so hard to come back to the world. I never wanted to go back to that, ever.

'Winter.' Startled I looked up at Aragorn, 'we are resting here for now. Why don't you get some food and then have a rest.' His hand left mine and I crumbled to the floor and held myself.

For Aragorn's sake I nibbled on some bread and took some water. We did not rest for long, but it was long enough. The Hobbits I noticed became a tad happier once we had set off again. We walked into a room and Gimli let out a cry. I tried not to throw up, but failed. Legolas rubbed my back and I heard Aragorn whisper that we should leave. I agreed, if only Gandalf had as well, but it looked like he was keen to sit down and read the massive book. I sighed in frustration. I had a feeling that Legolas was doing something to calm me down because I suddenly felt very calm and could not help but ask, 'Are you doing something to me?'

'I am just passing on some of calmness onto you. You looked as if you could use something to calm you down.' I nodded in thanks. I looked over just in time to see Pippin touch something, a huge noise vibrated throughout the room. Everyone went silent.

'Fool of a Took, throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity.' I felt bad for Pippin.

As he walked away I grabbed him and gave him a hug, 'It was a mistake, do not worry about it. If it wasn't you, it would have been me.'

He gave me a small smile, 'Thank you. But Gandalf is so mad.' Before I could offer any more words of comfort a loud noise came towards us. Before I knew what was happening, Aragorn and Boromir were slamming the door closed.

'Stay back, stay close to Gandalf. Willow go hide in the back corner. Take this sword and use it if you must.' Aragorn yelled as he passed me a sword. It felt heavy in my shaky hands. I made my way back into a corner just as the doors bashed opened. I did not want to look but I knew I needed my eyes open or I would end up getting killed. That was something I did not want to happen. If I die it will be something I do myself not someone else. I was greeted by disgusting looking creatures and the smell was putrid. Legolas was as graceful as ever. It was like watching a ballet performance. But without the elegance. The rest were hacking away. I was petrified to the spot. I could only hope that none would notice me.

It did not take long for one of the creatures find me though. Its yellow eyes were swimming with excitement. I held the sword and brought it up to block the oncoming attack. I thought I was doing alright. But when it came to the point where I had a chance to kill it, I froze remembering something someone said in a movie once, 'How many is it ok to kill to keep me alive?' But this thing was not human.

It must have seen my hesitation because it laughed at me and plunged its sword into my stomach. I didn't think as I returned the favour. It dropped dead in front of me. A hot burning sensation ran in my body. I couldn't breathe. I saw Frodo get stabbed by some massive monster, anger filled me but I couldn't move. I slid down the wall and waited for death to come.

'Willow, come on stay with me,' Someone was shaking me.

'No, go away, tired,' I whispered.

'I know you are but you must stay awake,' I felt someone gather me in their arms, and it felt like I was floating. I wanted to sleep, but someone kept talking to me which was annoying. But soon even the talking didn't keep me awake. I was overcome by darkness.

I woke up in a forest, feeling rather disorientated, I sat up and felt pain throughout my body, 'Easy there little one. You are safe now, lie back down while I clean your wound.' I did as Aragorn instructed. I felt him lift up my top. Wait when did I change my clothes? Aragorn's fingers worked swiftly and gently. A cold shiver ran up my spine.

'Legolas?' I muttered a few times before waking up completely. I blushed lightly when I noticed it was Aragorn speaking to me and not Legolas. For some unknown reason I felt a little disappointed. I was relieved I did not wake up to a strangers face though.

'You are healing well enough. I must apologise for not preparing you for an attack, it was very unwise of me not to do so. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for being inconsiderate. I will spend the rest of my days making up for this mistake.' I was shocked, why was he saying this? It wasn't his fault, he didn't ask for me to join. I didn't ask to join. It just happened.

I tiredly replied, 'No don't worry, you saved my life. Although at the time I would have rather you didn't but I thank you. You owe me nothing. Just some answers might be nice.' And that is how we spent the afternoon, Aragorn explained about the ring and Frodo's task, he gave me a brief history of Middle Earth and explained that we were in a place called Lothlorien, where the Elves dwell. I fell asleep in his arms in the early hours of night.

I woke with a start and found myself back in my room. I knew it was too good to be true. I knew I must have lost my mind. I quickly got up but winced in pain, the wound in my side was still very sore. I slowly made my way to my brother's room. I nearly fainted when I saw my brother sleeping, or so I assumed it was him. I quickly walked over and nudged him awake.

'Ugh Winter, it's the middle of the night what do you want?' I jumped on top of him and gave him a hug. 'What's gotten into you, we have school in the morning go back to sleep.'

'You're alive.' I whispered not believing it.

'Yep. Now go away.' I let the tears run down my face as I walked back to my room and sat on my bed.

How did this happen? Surly this can't be real. I saw his body, I saw the blood. This has to fake. Ugh Winter why are questioning the real world, you should be questioning whether Legolas is real, not your brother. Stupid girl. You know your brother is real. But this can't be happing, how am I back here? I think I've completely lost my mind.