A Million Flames that Burn

by In the land of Morodor

Hermione has been working on inter- world travel for a little over a year. She successfully throws herself and two other people into Middle Earth. Draco, Harry, and Hermione find themselves thrust into the fellowship of the ring. Can they save both these worlds in time? Rated for character death, and suicidal content. A lot of blood and gore, beware.

9. Caradhras

I'M SO SORRY! I REALLY NEED TO DO BETTER! Here's the chapter... PLEASE FORGIVE ME!

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I shiver in the biting wind and the cold snow. Thankfully, I don't have to trudge through it. I grimace at the thought. We've been here maybe two days. I can't tell between the blizzards and short breaks of course sky.

Thank goodness it's a clear sky right now.

My thoughts turn to Boromir. The ring, it seems is corrupting him. A few days ago, he almost took the ring. This thought bothers me more than any thought that has ever plagued my mind. But then there's the voice that the wind carries.

"There's a fell voice on the air," Legolas announces before I even open my mouth to speak the same words.

"It's Saruman!" Gandalf exclaims.

Huge chunks of snow and ice cascade from the mountain. I glare myself against the wall of the cliff.

"He's trying to bring down the mountain! Gandalf, we must turn back!" Aragorn yells.

"No!" Gandalf cries.

"We need to turn back!" I shout to Gandalf. "Gandalf, the hobbits will catch their death here!"

The avalanche stops and one by one we pop out of the snow. The shivering, nearly blue Hobbits appear out of the snow last. I cast warning and drying spells on each of them silently. They look at me gratefully. I smile back.

"We must get off the mountain! Make for the Gap of Rohan and take the west road to my city!" Boromir exclaims.

"The Gap of Rohan takes us too close to Isengard!" Aragorn disagrees.

"If we cannot pass over the mountain, let us go under it." Gimili says. "Let us go through the mines of Moria."

I can see the great of Moria in Gandalf's face. But I also see that he knows the need for us to get off of the mountain.

"Let the ring bearer decide."

"We will go to the mines."

"Very well," Gandalf says. There is a darkness in his words.

I find myself not wanting to head into the mines. As we begin to walk back down the mountain, I stay close to Legolas, afraid to leave his side. Strange,this attachment I feel towards him. But as it is, I'm scared to lose him. On the journey back down the mountain I am completely silent.

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There we go. I'm like super short for not getting this to you sooner. Last month I had a house fire so I'm currently in a hotel and I had writers block. Really though, I'll try to do better.