So far with this story, I have not fallen into the deadly sickness of writers block! With all the chapters that I have writen so far, encluding the ones not posted, I have about 500 words till I reach 20,000 words!

Later today I am going to start posting a May prompted fic, each day will be a new chapter.

I own no one, in this story, nor do I own anything in this story...

To God Be The Glory!

Faramir was struggling to walk, the snow now well above his boot tops. With the rate the snow was falling, he was worried that it would soon cover the Hobbits completely in the unbroken spots, as it was already up to his calf, making it above the knees of the hobbits. He sighed, trudging though the path that the ones ahead of him made. Aragorn and Mithrandir were in front, being the sturdiest of the tall folk, and he and Legolas continued behind, keeping watch on the Hobbits and the Dwarf. All at once, through the swiftly falling snow, he saw Pippin stumble, and fall head first into the snow drift beside the road. He struggled to get out, and Gimli moved to help him. Faramir had to bite his lip to keep from laughing out loud, as the Hobbit kicked Gimli into the snow drift as well. Landing on his back, the Dwarf struggled to climb out of the snow. Faramir and Legolas moved to the closest of the two, and helped Gimli up, brushing the snow off of his shoulders. As they set him on his feet, the other Hobbits were able to pull Pippin out, and after quickly brushing him off, they continued forward, to where Mithrandir and Aragorn were waiting under a ledge.

In the darkness of night and the storm, the wind howled, penetrating their clothes, and going to their bones. Legolas moved up to Mithrandir, "We can go no further. There are evil voices in the air, directing the storm at us." He turned, looking out at the mountain, "It is an Enemy, though who I do not know."

Aragorn blew into his hands, watching the Hobbits with concern. "It matters not who the enemy is if we can not win against him in this battle." He turned to Mithrandir, and Faramir heard Pippin, who was shivering the hardest of the Hobbits,

"But what will we do, talking will not get us warm!"

The wizard frowned, "We must stop, or go back. If we were to continue we would soon be in a unprotected spot."

Faramir smiled as Sam muttered something about not being protected as it was, and he silently agreed, as the wind blew a gust of wind in his face. He moved closer to the wall of the overhang, "it would be unwise to go back now, when the storm is raging. There is also no protection that we passed on the way up. I fear we must wait here till the storm ends." They huddled together, and Faramir, trembled in the cold. He pulled Frodo up out of the nest of snow, that was growing with every minuet, and held him close, frowning in worry as he noticed the Hobbit's shivering slow. He met Mithrandirs eyes, nodding his head down at the Hobbit, and the wizard sighed. Digging in his pack, he pulled out a small bottle, filled with a bright red juice. Faramirs eyes grew heavy, as he watched the Mithrandir hand it to Aragorn,

"I wished to not use this yet...Pass it around, Elrond gave it to me when we left Rivendell. It is the cordial of Imladris. " Aragorn handed it to the Hobbits first, and watched as they each took a sip, and Faramir saw them hand it to Gimli as they finished. After the Dwarf and Aragon each took a sip, Faramir reached out. As the cordial he felt the life flooding back into him, and his mind cleared. He handed it back to Aragon, and the older man turned to Mithrandir.

"We need a fire. The cordial will not keep us alive, and especially the Hobbits will not survive."

The wizard sighed, "Very well. If you can start a fire, start one." Faramir and Aragorn worked at starting the fire, but the wind would not let the flame last. After several minuets, Mithrandir sighed, and stood, thrusting his staff in the wood after he had said some words in a ancient language.

"It matters not now. The enemy now knows that I am here."

Faramir no longer cared, as he shifted closer to the flame, and made room for Frodo beside him. Legolas he noticed, was standing close to the flame as well, a testament to how cold it was, as elfs were more resistant to the temperature changes than the other races.

Dawn grew near as the last faggot of wood was thrown on the fire, and Faramir looked out at the mountain path that they had been climbing, "The storm is slowing." and sure enough, after several minutes, the wind slowed, and the sky became light, though above them, where the path lay, the clouds lay heavy with snow. He turned to Mithrandir, "The only way ahead is behind us." he hesitated, "though I do not wish to travelle the other path, it seams to be the only way."

Legolasvoice was almost chearfull as he spoke, "Mithrandir could go ahead, and burn the snow."

The wizard glared at him, "And may be you can fetch the sun for us. I can not burn just snow." Aragorn stood,

"Come Faramir, we must try and brake a path for the others." He set off, plowing though the snow, and Faramir followed, moving the snow away from the newly made path. He could hear the older man breathing heavy and his own fast breaths burned his lungs. They had made some headway,when Legolas, running on the snow beside them waved cheerily down at them, before running ahead, soon disappearing from Faramirs sight. After much toling, they reached the highest drift of all, almost covering Aragorns head. They stopped moving, and Faramir sank to the ground to gain some breath, when Legolas came back to them,

"Fear not! This snow drift is but the thickness of a wall." He knelt down, meeting their weary gazes, and he smiled, "This is the last large drift, just past this it grows suddenly less." He jumped down, behind Faramir, "Come, continue on, and I will help you." After only a few minuets, they broke through, and Faramir was relived to find the Elf had been right. The snow suddenly dropped down to Faramirs knees, and shortly after that it covered the top of his boots only. They slowly trugged back in silence, too weary to speak, and Legolas,who had stayed with them, jumped back on the snow drift.

"The others are waiting for news. I shall hurry back, and tell them."

They trudged back, and Faramir heard Pippins worried voice stating what had been on his mind, the Hobbits were too weary to trudge through the snow, even with the path made for them. Aragorn came up beside him,

"We shall carry you through the path, the others can follow swiftly behind." He bent for Merry, and the Hobbit clambered on, clinging to his back, and Faramir followed suit with Pippipn. They made their way down the path again, though this time it was easier with the snow already cleared. After they had reached the other side of the deep drift, Faramir and Aragorn set the Hobbits down, and went back for Frodo and Sam. After some time, they reached the small ledge where Faramir had the vision, and Faramir found that the snow was indeed just covering the Hobbits feet. He sank to the ground, worn out, and freezing. The cold was bighting into him, sapping his energy. He drifted off, not noticing as Aragorn approached him. The older man shook his shoulder, and he looked up, seeing Aragon holding the small bottle of cordial.