Three-year-old Solatiri cried as one of Denethor's maids brought her to her new chambers. Every corridor in Minas Tirith looked the same. Solatiri was sure she was going to get lost in these areas.
"I want to go home", she cried.
"This is your new home", the maid said. "You'll be sharing it with me. I'll take care of you."
Solatiri said nothing as she looked down. She heard rapid footsteps coming toward them but didn't bother to look up.
"Asudei", she heard a voice say. "May I have a moment with her?"
"Of course, my Lord", the maid said as she walked away.
"Hello", the voice said.
Solatiri said nothing as she kept her eyes down.
"I said hello", the voice said. "Can you talk?"
She looked up to see that older boy who was with Denethor. She looked at his chestnut brown hair that was long enough to touch his ears. His blue eyes stared into her.
"H-h-hello."
"I am Boromir, son of Denethor", the boy said. "What's your name?"
"Solatiri", she answered.
"Solatiri", Boromir said extending his hand. "Would you like to look around the Citadel with me?"
Solatiri looked at his hand for a moment then at him. He seemed nice enough. She took his hand and instantly felt warmth coming from his hand. She liked the way it felt and began to smile as she stopped crying.
"Solatiri, wake up", Boromir whispered as he shook her.
"What is it?" she yawned.
"Gandalf's found the way out", he said.
He helped her up as she stretched.
"Boromir, I had a dream about us", Solatiri said.
"About us?"
"When we first met. Do you remember?"
Boromir smiled as he nodded.
"How could I forget?" he said.
Solatiri smiled as she recalled the day they met. She took his hand as they walked down the corridor with Gandalf lighting the way.
"Let me risk a little more light", he said making his staff glow brighter.
Everyone gasped and looked in awe as the continued walking. It was like a whole underground city. The pillars sounding them were tall and seemed never-ending.
"Behold", Gandalf said. "The great realm and the Dwarf-city of Dwarrordelf."
"There's an eye opener, and no mistake", Sam mumbled.
"Incredible", Solatiri said. "I had no knowledge Dwarves could build places as beautiful as this."
"You have much to learn about the Dwarves" Gimli said.
Everyone walked in silence as they continued looking upon the beauty of the empty Dwarf-city. As they reached a corner, Gimli suddenly stopped as he saw a chamber with light.
"Gimli!" Gandalf said as Gimli ran into the chamber.
"No", everyone heard. "No. Oh, no."
The Fellowship entered the chamber to see many bodies lying around. Gimli knelt in front of a stone tomb. Solatiri looked at it to see something written in the Dwarf language.
"Here lies Balin, son of Fundin, Lord of Moria" Gandalf read. "He is dead, then."
Gimli wailed in sorrow.
"Gimli, you must be quiet", Solatiri whispered. "We haven't reached safety yet."
"It's as I feared", Gandalf said as he spotted the corpse of a Dwarf holding a book of sorts.
He handed his hat and staff to Pippin as he picked up the book and read.
"We must move on", Legolas said. "We cannot linger."
"They have taken the bridge and the second hall", Gandalf read out loud. "We have barred the gates, but cannot hold them for long. The ground shakes. Drums…drums in the deep."
"Boromir, I'm frightened", Solatiri whispered as she held onto his arm.
"It'll be alright", Boromir whispered wrapping his arm around her. "We'll get out of here."
"We cannot get out. A Shadow moves in the dark. We cannot get out. They are coming."
Out of nowhere a loud crash echoed throughout the chamber, as well as the entire mine. Everyone turned to see Pippin pull away from a corpse that sat on the edge of a well. The corpse fell into the mine as well as a bucket and chains, making a loud racket echo.
"Fool of a Took!" Gandalf said. "Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity!"
Pippin looked at Solatiri for comfort but frowned as she just shook her head at him. Everyone looked around as they began to hear drums through the mine as well as creatures shrieking.
"Boromir…" Solatiri said, her voice full of fear.