Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, only my two OCs.
A.N: Alrighty, we're actually walking. This chapter will involve a lot of walking, talking, walking, Mary-Sueness…did I mention walking? Yeah, there'll be a lot of that. '' indicates thoughts, "" is speaking and italics is another language, usually Elvish.
Walking, Crebains and Snow
'Walking, walking, trees, more walking dear God more WALKING! I'm so bored and I can't listen to my iPod to alleviate the boredom.' I felt a nudge and looked up and saw Boromir looking at me. I smiled up at him and continued on in silence. We had been walking for about three days and for some impressive reason my phone and iPod still had a full battery. I had snuck off and had used my phone once or twice to read a few things, but had nearly been caught by Aragorn and Gandalf. We'd march mostly late in the day and through the night and slept during the day. It was safer to sleep during the day, as the orcs were less likely to attack, but it was too difficult to sleep with so much light. Legolas needed little sleep and was usually on the more difficult shifts with Megan. I usually had the first or second shift with Gandalf, Aragorn or Boromir. We would sit in silence, or with Gandalf quietly talking about my world and what to do about Megan. It was long, boring work and I was constantly exhausted. I was sitting on a rock, my legs swinging off the ledge, watching Boromir teach Merry and Pippin how to block and defend himself with a sword. He was very good at it, patient and carefully explaining each move. Aragorn sat near them and would give advice and instructions to Merry. At one point Boromir accidently cut Pippin's finger. He immediately started to apologise but Pippin ended up kicking him. Soon Pippin and Merry were yelling out "For the Shire!" before tackling Boromir and whacking him. Aragorn and I burst into laughter before Aragorn broke and took pity on Boromir and attempted to stop Merry and Pippin off Boromir, but the pair took him down too. I was now lying on my side almost crying with laughter and only stopped when Legolas yelled out "Crebains from Dunland!" I threw water onto the fire and dived under the rock ledge. Two other people joined me but I was too scared to see who it was. The crebains flew closely over us and their screeches filled my ears. I covered my ears and curled up tightly, waiting for them to pass. It was brief but their screams still rang in my ears as I clambered out. We walked on and before we knew it night had fallen. I was on with Gandalf, but we did not talk. Morning came and I shot Gandalf a look and saw he looked anxious but we walked on. This was the moment that I realised that we were actually in constant danger. This wasn't a little hike. There was a threat that loomed over us all the time. It was in this moment I felt real fear. Fear that I would die before I could of any help, fear of not finding out why I was here, fear of not going back home, but I kept walking.
"Will you be warm enough?" asked Aragorn. He looked concerned at my skimpy attire but I smiled and said I'd be fine. He shot me a skeptical look but didn't say anything. It had been about five days since the crebains attacked us and we were going to head up Caradhras. We could see the Caradhras peaks up ahead and the snow covering mountains. We kept walking and the wind grew colder, as well as the nights. It had been ten days after we had been attacked and I had finally put on some thermals. The wind was picking up now and it was bitingly cold and had just reached the edge of the mountain and there was now snow. 'Dammit! I've always hated snow.' I was pulling on my shirt when Boromir rounded the corner. He saw me getting dressed and turned sharply on his heel and left. His face was extremely red when I saw him again. He went to open his mouth but I started laughing. His expression was too good and the beetroot colour of his face was the cherry on top. Boromir stared at me in shock before his face returned to its' normal colour. "It's fine Boromir. I promise." Boromir looked at me sheepishly before cracking him a smile. We started walking again and it got colder still. Then, Frodo stumbled and the ring flew off his neck. I froze and saw Boromir pick it up. I saw his lock onto it and noted that Aragorn was watching as well. "Boromir. Give the ring back to Frodo." I leaned over and squeezed his upper arm and Boromir blinked and then handed it back to Frodo, murmured something and then ruffled his hair. I shot Aragorn a look and he nodded in understanding. We continued to climb the mountain and the snow began to fall by the bucket load. The hobbits were now shivering and I was worried that if they stopped for too long they would not be able to start up again. I have experienced this kind of weather and walking and it takes its toll. We were now up on one of the ridges and Pippin, Merry, Frodo and Sam were starting to slow down so Aragorn, Boromir and I grab them and started to carry them. I was carrying Merry and he was curled up in my arms, under my coat. He was shivering but he gave off heat and warmed up my stomach and side. I stomped off up the mountain, right behind Boromir. I was also burning holes into the back of that cow, Megan. She couldn't be bothered to even pick up one the hobbits or Legolas! 'What is wrong with these people?! The world does not revolve around them!' I growled under my breath, causing Legolas to turn and throw a confused and concerned look at me before turning around and continued to pad on the snow lightly. 'Whatta jerk! Aragorn and Boromir, who are pretty strong men, are seriously struggling. Stupid, STUPID ELVES! GAH!' I stomped on, scowling before we came to a stop. I barely heard what Gandalf and Legolas said and only noticed when Legolas running across the snow. He returned and stood next to Megan and wrapped his hand around her wrist. Aragorn nearly lost control of his expression at that moment, but only Gandalf and I noticed it. I continued to blank out due to sheer exhaustion and only looked up when Boromir touched me on the shoulder. "We need to go ahead and clear a path. Will you keep an eye on the hobbits? I don't really trust…" He trailed off but I nodded in understanding and I picked up Pippin and tucked him into my other arm, while Frodo and Sam huddled around Bill, the sweet pony and my legs. Gimli came over and pulled out Frodo from all the snow. "Thanks Gim, Master Dwarf." I said, as I had briefly wondered how I would get Frodo out without putting Merry and Pippin down. "Call me Gimli lass. I call you Nina, it's only fair." I grinned down at Gimli, who returned it. Gimli couldn't carry the hobbits but he could keep them warm and pull them out of the snow and I was very grateful to him. I wouldn't of put it past Megan or Legolas (who was not sensible when he was bewitched) to accidently forget that the hobbits actually existed and let them be drowned in snow. I grimaced and shifted Pippin and Merry just as Boromir and Aragorn had returned. Aragorn picked up Frodo and Sam, while Boromir took Pippin from me. We made our way up the path that the two men had made and continued to struggle. I couldn't feel my toes and my fingers were starting to go numb. I was scared that we were going to suffer from frostbite and lose our limbs. I heard both Boromir and Aragorn call out to Gandalf to stop and to turn back. I saw the fear of the Balrog in Gandalf's eyes but I felt relief rush through my limbs as I heard we were going back. I saw that Merry was about to fall asleep and I nudged him. "Don't fall asleep mate. You might not wake up again in this weather." He looked up and nodded before snuggling further into my side. We turned and tumbled our way down the mountain, slipping and sliding all the way down. I kept waking up Merry and I could feel him shivering and his cold fingers wriggle their way, trying to find some sort of warmth. I shot him a warning look and he looked sheepish. We finally reached the bottom of the mountain and it was bloody dark. We stopped to set up camp and I sat Merry down on my knee (not aiming to be creepy!) and started to treat him for hypothermia. He was shaking with cold and his lips were blue. I saw that all the hobbits' lips were blue and they were shaking. "They have hypothermia. We have to light a fire as soon as possible and warm them up ourselves." I said to Boromir and Aragorn. The pair nodded and Gimli started a fire. We rubbed their fingered and toes, the parts that suffer the most and can suffer from frostbite as well, before moving to their arms, getting them to change their clothes and then sitting them into of the fire. "What is hypothermia?" asked Aragorn. 'Bugger! What is the synonym for hypothermia? Exposure? I think that's it…' I looked up before replying, "It's just another term for exposure." Aragorn nodded and gave me a curious look before turning away to make some food for us. I was to be one the first shift with Boromir and I soon realised that Gandalf would be gone for a while. Should I tell someone else about me being form another world? I decided to have a little chat with Gandalf and see what he would have to say. I also realised at that particular moment that I was freezing. This was partly due to my teeth chatting and Boromir's concerned look that clearly said 'You look cold. Warm up.' I nodded and found somewhere to change in private. Everyone hung up their soaking items of clothing near the fire and I gestured to Gandalf to have a little talk with him. He caught it and nodded. I was to have the second shift with him and Aragorn would have the first one with Boromir. 'Good. Everyone should be asleep by then.' I couldn't have been more wrong.
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