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Chapter Fifteen
The Door to Moria

I awoke because I was jostled against the floor, hard. Peeking my eyes open, I sat up. Aragorn was walking away from me, to go play mother hen to Pippin and Merry who were throwing rocks at the gurgling murky water. It was dark, so I assumed it was night and I had slept through two days? I've never slept that long in my life.

"You're awake; amazing. And here I thought you had fallen asleep and died from the cold, little fairy."

You wish. Boromir was sitting behind me on the rocks on the bank. There was sand, but it was mostly dirt. I didn't answer him. What was his deal?

The fingers which I was sure needed to be amputated, were back to their normal color, and could move again. Bubbles rising from the dark water made me look up. Did I just imagine it?

"Are we in the right place? I don't see any door here Pip." Merry asked him a little farther off.

"We must be if Gandalf is to open the door Merry." He replied dreamily. I stared as Merry took his hand and shook it in front of Pippin's face.

"Gandalf, is this way Pip." He pointed to the agitated wizard, who was having trouble opening the 'invisible' door. Pippin blinked but said,

"C'mon Mer it didn't mean anything!" My eyes searched for what he was looking at. Lauren, was behind one of the big rocks, bending over to find an item in her pack. I shook my head and made a tsk tsk sound.

WHOOSH. The wind blew hard in this dank, open, area. I shuddered. I didn't like this at all. Do you know how hard it is to see when there's hair in your eyes and mouth?! How does Legolas do it?!!

Nick and Mark were talking to each other, obviously in one of those brag arguments guys get into, and Delilah was, was… Hey where was Miss Priss? Not that I would cry hysterically over her if some orc kidnapped her or a crow pecked her eyes out, or she was mistaken for a hooker and stoned…

Ok. I AM having way too much fun with that. But if, she were missing, it would be my moral duty as a catholic to alert someone! (America the beautiful plays behind my speech.) I opened my mouth to yell

"Hey the dumb one's missing!" but then,

SPLASH! SPLASH! SPLASH! GULB! Delilah was frantically screaming and kicking at something in the water. Mark grabbed her by the arms and dragged her to safety away from the water.

"What happened?" Several guys came over. But Delilah shook her head, and jumped right back in the shallow pool.

"NO! Gimme back my shoe back you devil water you! Do you know how much I had to pay for these?!!"

After several minutes of flapping around, she brought her prize back up. Tangled in seaweed, and horribly nibbled was Delilah's favorite gold Gucci flats that she had worn, because she insisted they were 'the ultimate in comfort.' Now, they were the 'ultimate in garbage wear.'

The stone door was slowly opening.

"Let's go! Away from the water!" Aragorn yelled. Sam let Bill the baggage pony go, who bolted away. Hopping, and hanging onto Mark's shoulder, Delilah hobbled into the cave. Soon the rest all followed.

The first thing that everyone noticed was the smell. The reek of death hung high in this air. IT CLUNG TO YOU. Our eyes needed a sec to adjust, but when they didn't, I tripped over something big and immobile. I looked back. OMG, it was a dead, decaying body!

"EEEHHHWW!!! We're gonna die in here! I can't breathe!" I screamed. I clutched at my throat, which I'm sure was closing, got up and blindly felt my way in the dark.

I think I stepped on someone's foot. Then banged right into somebody. Smart! The recoil sent me back, but hands held me from falling over again. I didn't know who my rescuer was, but I whispered 'thank you.'

"Ahh, here we are." Gandalf's staff lit up like a lighthouse beacon. Gandalf made Light!!!! Let there be light! Amen! Nick peered down at me.

"Hey you." I moved closer to his body, wanting protection from the dark.

"Hi."

Everyone started looking around. I could feel more then one pair of eyes on me. Gimli began boasting to Legolas about dwarven hospitality. I don't know about you, but does fresh meat right off the bone sound good? Okay, just pass the barf bag.

But minutes later, Boromir gravely said,

"This is no mine. It is a tomb." And he was right. It looked like a major war had been fought, and lost, here.

Legolas examined the arrows plunged into the dwarven skeletons.

"Ocrs. Yrssf."

Gandalf said, "Get back out! We should never have come here."

Gimli's frantic cries and wails 'No! Let's stay!' Fell on deaf ears. We had to get out of there. Everybody raced back to the entrance, Frodo in the lead.

"AHHH! Strider! Strider!"

Frodo, was dangling upside down, heading into the sharp-toothed mouth of a gigantic octopi creature. Zing! The archer-prince let an arrow fly. As always, it hit its target, and with a shriek, the tentacle dropped Frodo. He landed in Boromir's arms, as Sam and Aragorn hacked away at the more numerous tentacles desperately trying to eat the ring-bearer.

With a piggish squeal, Lauren turned about-face and ran back into the cave. Delilah followed, Gucci shoe in hand. The hobbit cousins, Merry and Pippin ran in too.

"Wait for me!" As much as I wanted to help, I knew no way of killing a big squid thing. So I meekly ran into the dark cave without looking back. More people came in. Aragorn, Boromir, Gandalf, Sam, Nick, Mark, Frodo, Legolas.

We all collided, because everyone in the back pushed forward onto the people in the front and we all ended up tangled together. Whatever monster that was outside brought the entrance down; I slowly realized we couldn't get out. Huge boulders dared us to even try to lift them, but there was no way.

We were trapped.