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Chapter 7

Lothlorien

Legend:

"Westron"

"Elvish"

Kuhdzul (Dwarven language)

₰Parseltongue₰

(AN. Authors note)

After several hours of hiking the Fellowship reached the meadow and ran for the cover of the trees. Upon reaching it they stopped running and started walking quietly through the woods looking around themselves carefully. Urgrim felt like she was home the forest giving off a similar feeling that Hogwarts once held.

She listened with half an ear as Gimli warned the hobbits of an elf witch living in the forest they had just entered. Laughing softly when she heard Gimli's description of her powers. She tripped over a root when she heard Gimli say "Well! Here's one dwarf she won't ensnare so easily! I have the eyes of a hawk, and ears of a fox!" Only to just about spear himself on the end of two arrows wielded by elves.

Looking around from her vantage point on the ground Urgrim noticed that they were surrounded by a bunch of drawn arrows, Legolas had his bow drawn in response.

"The Dwarf breathes so loud; we could have shot him in the dark." One of the elves said stepping forward. Urgrim was back on her feet in an instant with her sword drawn to defend her friend. Aragorn held a hand against her shoulder to keep her from attacking the elf as they were led to the elven kingdom.

When they arrived night had almost fallen. Urgrim was dragging her feet half asleep with a hand on Gimli's shoulder so that she wouldn't get lost, the hazardous trek through the Mines beginning to take its toll on her, coupled with restless nights and the loss of Gandalf.

"Welcome to Lothlorien, Legolas Thranduilion" Greeted the same elf from earlier as the Fellowship came to a stop.

"My thanks, Our Fellowship stands in your debt, Haldir of Lorien." Legolas said greeting Haldir with a clasp to the wrist which was returned.

"You are known to us Aragorn of the Dunedain" Haldir said by way of greeting to Aragorn, who bowed to him. Urgrim blearily blinked at them when they turned to her. "You however are not known to us my Lady."

"Urgrim." She said absentmindedly looking around her, while Gimli snorted.

"So much for the legendary courtesy of the Elves! Speak words we can also understand." He growled out glaring at the elf.

"We have not had any dealings with the dwarves, since the dark days." Haldir retorted as Urgrim rolled her eyes, hand still firmly on Gimli's shoulder.

"And you know what this dwarf says to that? I spit upon your grave!" Gimli spat harshly as Urgrim snorted.

"What grave?" She asked with a light laugh as Gimli looked up at her in slight surprise, while the elves looked at her speechless.

"That! Was not so courteous!" Aragorn scolded him smacking his hand on Gimli's shoulder and cuffing Urgrim over the head with his other hand, knocking her over. Falling to the ground with a light yelp of surprise she scrambled back to her feet, to the Hobbit's laughter.

₰Not funny.₰ She hissed out looking embarrassed, making them laugh even harder, whilst garnering a strange look from Haldir.

"Lady Urgrim is rather skilled in languages it seems." Aragorn explained with a sigh as Legolas grasped her arm to keep her from punching Aragorn.

"Its not nice to hit someone." He scolded her as she struggled to get her arm back. Meanwhile Haldir and Aragorn were arguing over whether or not Frodo should be allowed into Lothlorien.

"He hit me first." Urgrim protested as she continued to try and get her arm out of his grip, to no avail, while the Hobbits playfully cheered her on.

"Very well, the Lady of the Woods is waiting." Haldir said finally, having come to a decision, Casting Frodo a wary look as he led them into the heart of the city. He leads them up the stairs to a pavilion in the trunk of a Mallorn tree, Legolas still keeping a firm grasp on her arm. There they see the Lord and Lady of Lorien.

"Nine there are, yet it was ten who set out from Rivendell. Tell me, where is Gandalf for I much desire to speak with him." Celeborn requested looking over the group as Haldir took his leave.

"He has fallen to the shadow." Galadriel said softly as she looked over at Aragorn. "The quest stands on the edge of a knife. Stray but a little and it shall fail, Much to the ruin of all… Yet hope still remains whilst the company remains true." She continued softly casting her gaze to Sam,

"Tonight you will sleep in peace." Galadriel told them with a soft smile directed towards Legolas and Urgrim, the latter still struggling to get out of the former's grip and punch Aragorn.

Together they were led to a small clearing that held a couch, a table with food and wine and 9 bed rolls each with a set of clothes folded neatly on top. "Bet ya a pouch of pipe-weed it's a dress." Urgrim said to the Hobbits as Legolas finally released her, earning several scandalized looks from the elves around her. (AN. I have seen no references of elves smoking.)

"No bet Urgrim, you will win." Frodo told her as he walked over and picked up a rather pretty looking green dress.

"Nope." Urgrim replied as she started backing away from the snickering males.

"I'll give you back your pipe." Pippin told her with a grin as they watched Urgrim freeze in shock before reaching into her pack to find her pipe gone.

"You got me, how'd you get my pipe?" She asked him as she grumpily reached for her pipe and the pretty green dress.

"I lifted it earlier today when you left your pack with Sam and Frodo." He told her happily as she disappeared only to reappear moments later. Looking the picture of elegance with one slight problem, the pipe in her mouth and the slight scent of smoke wafting off her.

"I don't care what ya'll say but the Hobbits have some good pipe-weed." Urgrim told them at the looks of complete surprise coming from the males.

"When did you get the Ol' Toby? I thought you only had Southern Star." Demanded Merry as Urgrim blew a smoke ring in his direction, with a grin.

"Few years back, have some Longbottom leaf with me as well. Locien still has my Southlinch." She told him happily as she sat on the couch crossing her legs under the dress as she reclined back smoking.

"It is unbecoming for a Lady to smoke let alone an elven lady." Legolas scolded her sternly as she snorted in amusement.

"You will find that I have no care for what is unbecoming and what is not. Other pocket." She hissed at Merry and Pippin who were trying to find where she kept her pipe-weed. The group lapsed into somber silence as mournful singing started up in honor of Gandalf.

"A lament for Gandalf," Legolas told them softly with a note of sadness in his voice, as Urgrim nodded her head in understanding, still smoking her pipe.

"What are they saying about him?" asked Merry curiously, looking at the two elves.

"I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near." He told him softly. Merry turned to look at Urgrim who had closed her eyes and leaned back into the soft cushions of the couch, letting out a small stream of smoke. Seeming to ignore what was going on around her.

The Hobbits turned to watch as Aragorn started to speak with Boromir, none of them hearing what was being said but the look on Boromir's face spoke of despair. They watched as Aragorn knelt beside him and talked easing his worries if only mildly.

Later that night Urgrim laid awake having woken up from a memory of the War. She watched as Frodo walk in the direction that Galadriel had gone in, and noticed that when he returned sometime later that he was slightly unsettled by something. "Peace from your thoughts?" She asked softly from where she had moved to the couch, startling the young hobbit.

"I didn't think anyone was still awake." He admitted just as softly as he sat down next to her on the couch.

"Bad memories, don't often sleep because of them and Moria made them worse. What about you, what troubles you?" Asked Urgrim slightly surprising him.

"This," He said bringing out the Ring earning a grimace from her. "I was shown what could happen to the Shire if I fail to destroy the Ring."

"You won't," She told him softly, carding her fingers through his hair, distantly remembering when Sirius would do the same for her before the Veil. It was some form of comfort she supposed.

"What do you mean?" Asked Frodo curiously as he leaned into her, earning a soft smile.

"Because you believe that you can't destroy the Ring. That is why I know you can. When I was younger I was given a task that many thought was impossible but alongside my friends I succeeded. You have more allies than I did, and with their help you will succeed." Urgrim replied as he looked up at her in surprise.

"How old were you?" He asked remembering the lifespan of elves.

"Let's see this was years ago my parents were killed by the one who some say I was destined to defeat. And that was when I was just over one-year-old. Then I faced him almost every year once I turned eleven until He was killed the year I turned seventeen." She told him snickering slightly as they heard Gimli roll over muttering about roast venison.

"And when you were imprisoned? You never told us."

"Still seventeen, Ithilwen was 16 and Locien had only just turned 18." Urgrim told him sadly, neither of them aware of Legolas and Aragorn silently listening in horror.

"How old are you now?" Asked Frodo innocently as Urgrim snorted.

"Not telling you~" She sung with a light laugh as he pouted. "I think the only one who knows our age is Gandalf."

"What's this about age?" Asked Pippin drowsily as he got up. "You finally find out her age Frodo?"

"I have known you for 17 years if I haven't told you my age already what makes you think I will tell you now?" Urgrim asked with a teasing lilt to her voice.

"Go back to sleep woman, or whatever it is that you females do at this time of day." Boromir groused as one by one the rest of the Fellowship got up for breakfast.

"Sunshine and daisies that one." Urgrim stated jerking a thumb in the man's direction. Said man was folding up the blanket he had used for the night all the while grumbling under his breath.

"Towards you he is." Sam told her seriously as she grunted in agreement, while they set about preparing for the next part of their journey.

AN. Ok so I don't really like how this chapter turned out but I can't figure out how I wanted this chapter to go, so here it is for ya'll to read. If you think things should be changed or just want to comment on the grammar please review so I have some idea of what you are thinking. Special thanks to those of you who shared your thoughts with me.
Thank-you, Shady K.