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We were in the Misty Mountains, the snow coming down lightly. A promise of what was to come later on in the day. We had gotten an early start, the Halflings were still quite asleep and were stumbling along in front of myself and Aragorn and behind the others. Frodo was the only one remotely awake and he still staggered often.

Frodo suddenly tripped and fell, sliding down the snow and ice covered rock. Aragorn caught him before he slid past him and stood him up. Frodo looked around frantically after feeling around his neck. The Ring! I looked around until my eyes landed on Boromir, who was holding it up in the sunlight. It gleamed, seemingly pure and innocent which was the polar opposite of its true nature.

"Boromir?" I asked cautiously. He made no move to tell me that he had heard; then, he spoke, but his words were not his own. Sauron was planting the seed of evil in his mind.

"It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing...such a little thing," he spoke to himself. I could feel the watching eyes- or eye- of something evil watching us, but I dare not speak of it yet, Gandalf had enough on his mind already.

"Boromir, give the ring to Frodo," Aragorn warned softly. I could hear the Ring's chants and my form wavered as it did when I was keeping myself from shifting, which happened often when I was angry or agitated. A low growl sounded deep in my chest, Alanah swiftly turned to me with wide eyes. She dashed over to me as the chanting stopped and I fell to my knees in the snow. The sudden anger had left me as soon as it had came, I needed to keep my distance from the Ring is was affecting and draining. I groaned in pain as my head started pounding, it felt as if someone was bashing my head in with a goblin club (I speak from experience, but that is a completely different story for another day).

"Aditi! My sister, are you ill?" Alanah asked urgently. I could hear her underlying question, but I refused to worry her. I pushed the pain aside as any good leader does and stood, waving her off.

"I am fine, I reassure you. I am just not used to the sudden cold. It is nothing, a mere head-pain," I lied smoothly. There was doubt in her eyes, but I could tell she believed me anyway. I let out a sigh of relief.

Our moment to ourselves had gone unnoticed to the rest of the fellowship, for which I was thankful. Her eyes showed doubt but also belief. She nodded and walked ahead and I followed slowly. I hoped no one could notice my pain as I walked behind the fellowship. Aragorn, Boromir, Sam, and Frodo had dissolved their problem and were walking ahead of me, trying to catch up to Gandalf, Merry, Pippin, and Gimli. They hadn't noticed Frodo slip and fall.

I continued walking, content being behind the group at the moment. I could hear the light footsteps of Legolas on the snow behind me, he grabbed my arm and pulled me back, which wasn't hard considering my size. He turned me to face him.

"Aditi, I know I haven't known you long, but I can tell when a friend is in pain," he told me. We had often talked while the Hobbits were training in Rivendell and quickly became close friends. I told him everything I could about my past without telling him about my heritage, but I found it hard to lie to him. "Tell me, mellon. What is hurting you and I promise I will do all in my power to help." I looked up into his eyes and I thought I saw something other than worry flash in his eyes, but it was gone before I could identify it.

"My head," I said quietly. "I could hear what the Ring was saying to Boromir, although I doubted he understood what it meant," I looked to the ground. "It wasn't meant for him, Legolas. The words were meant for me, he chanted over and over and over inside both Boromir's and my head," I looked toward the Fellowship. "Le ava fir bo nin conu," (You will die on my command,) I mumbled. "Twas his voice, Legolas. His voice that told me I was to die on his command." I looked up into his eyes again and that emotion flashed across his eyes again, but slower this time. Slow enough so that I could identify what it was.

What? Could it be? No. It couldn't be, why would a prince like him feel something like that towards me? A commoner. An outsider.

How could Legolas feel something like love towards me?

I wasn't sure I was ready to face that yet. A fiery demon twenty times my size made in the depths of somewhere-that-I-won't-mention, sure I'll take it on. No sweat. Facing my feelings, forget about it. Absolutely not. I suppose you wonder what I'm speaking of, it was not myself who had been caught with 'love in their eyes'. It was Legolas, yes. I am merely saying that if his eyes are telling the truth, that I... may... return his feelings. May! I'm not completely positive yet about my feelings towards Legolas.

During my inner-rant, Legolas had almost dragged me to follow the Fellowship up the mountain, as he had lost sight of them not seconds before. We had caught up with them a few minutes later, but no one had noticed our absence. They were all talking among themselves quietly in pairs of two or three. They trudged quietly through the snow, their whispers like caressing breezes.

Legolas quickly made his way to the front of the group again, leaving me at the back with only my thoughts for company. I was so absorbed in my thoughts that i didn't hear Legolas or Gandalf shouting about Saruman's voice trying to bring down the mountain. So, as you can imagine, I was completely caught off guard when the boulders started raining from the sky.

Everyone rushed to the inside of the mountain. Well, everyone but me. Me? Oh, I simply stood in place like an idiot, watching the huge rocks hurtle towards me at lethal speeds. I briefly wondered if I could survive being squashed, as I had never been in such a predicament before today, but those thoughts were quickly forgotten as the first piece of mountain crashed into our small path. I stumbled back, my mind was becoming unfocused and slow. I couldn't process what was happening around me, everything was in slow motion and I was frozen in place. I could faintly hear the fellowship yelling at me to join them next to the mountain face, but I couldn't move. Then, things took another turn for the worse.

Everything sped up around me, back to normal speeds, but I still couldn't move. I now noticed the fell voice, but its words suddenly changed. Even though I was an elf, I couldn't understand the elvish that Saruman was casting. My body jerked and my head snapped up, looking at a boulder that was heading straight towards me.

I finally broke out of my trance, shrieked and barely stumbled out of the way of the rock. But, alas, I was not fast enough and the boulder caught my left foot under it and I howled in pain as I felt the bone break underneath the weight. I guess we could be crushed. The boulder rolled off the small path and tumbled down the mountain and somehow took me over the edge with it.

I frantically groped the side of the mountain for something to grab onto. I finally found a tiny ledge just big enough for my fingers to grip onto and clung to it for dear life. There was another rumble from above and a huge sheet of snow cascaded over the edge of the path. If this much was coming over the side, how much was piled on the ledge? I worried for my companions, then I remembered my predicament. Not once did it ever cross my mind to shift into a bird and fly back up. No, of course not.

I faintly heard them digging themselves out of the snow. Aragorn was searching frantically through the snow. I could tell it was him by his gait as he ran between spots where he dug, searching for the rest of the fellowship. I knew it wouldn't be long before they discovered my absence.

"Aragorn!" I called desperately. "Aragorn! Legolas! Gandalf! Someone, please!" I shrieked.

"Aditi? Where are you?" Aragorn called back.

"Come to the edge," I instructed. He followed my instructions. "Look down!" I called up again, and he did as he was told. His eyes widened.

"Aditi, what are you doing down there?" he called down. I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, you know, just hanging around! What do you think I'm doing?" I shouted. He just sighed and walked out of sight. My fingers started to go numb and slipped a bit. "Aragorn! I'm sorry! Just please! Hel-" I was cut off by my fingers slipping off the edge of the ledge. I screamed as I fell into the mist below.

Ok, I know that it's been an extremely long time since i updated, and for that i am sorry. i wont make any excuses, so i hope you'll forgive me. i'll try and update sooner, especially cause it's a bit of a cliff-e.

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