A Different Kind of Hero

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In the northern territory of Middle Earth, far above Rivendell, lie the Angmar Mountains. In these mountains live an old race of elves, known by some as the Angmar elves. They live in a large crater formed by a volcanic explosion that happened in the times of Feanor. Elves of Mirkwood and Lothlorien regarded these elves as primitive beings that were distantly related, not at all like them. They were miners who worked with precious metals who had a strong and somewhat cynical sense of humor. What completely baffled all the other elves of Middle Earth was that, horror of horrors, these elves were actually friends with dwarves! That was unheard of, to say the least.

The Angmar elves were lead by an old chief, Glindorin. This chief was not all that wise, so a council was developed to help the old coot rule (he was actually quite crazy for an elf and could drink anyone under the table). Many who remembered him (which were not many, as you will see later on) say that his best achievement was raising his daughter, Gwendolin (just Gwen in most circles). He basically raised her like the son that he never had, giving her the best weapons training he possibly could and teaching her to fight with her hands and feet, like a kung fu thing. She also acquired his cynical and sarcastic humor and a tiny bit of his craziness, only not as bad. This is actually her story, once I actually get to it. It is about her part in the Fellowship, and I know you are probably thinking, "Hey, there was no girl in the Fellowship!" I would like you to keep in mind that just because she got no mention whatsoever doesn’t mean she wasn’t there! Just kidding.

Yes, it does get more interesting



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Gwen ran quickly to the stables. As she was saddling her horse, she thought Why doesn’t he ever listen to me? Yes, I am completely aware that we have been safe in this crater for generations, but the Orcs are moving up here. Which is actually quite strange. We need to open that old escape tunnel just in case. But no, he doesn’t want to take away troops to do so. His solution is to continue sending the troops out to fight the Orcs in the countryside. It is very odd that so many Orcs are moving up here. They never seem to stop. We loose many soldiers everyday, yet we seem to barely dent their numbers. Hmm, I wonder if old Sauron has anything to do with this?

Gwen rode out of the stables and passed through the large gate the let people in and out of the city. If we were to be attacked, we would have no way of escaping. Except up, which is only possible if you have wings, she thought.

" Hey, Gwen, where are you going?" asked Yorum, the gatekeeper.

" Out for a skinny dip in the lake. Care to join me?" she asked, arching her eyebrow in amusement.

Yorum laughed, his rather large belly jiggling. " Ha, ha, ha, h- hack, hack, cough!" He took a swig of beer to quench his cough, which actually defeated the purpose. " You think your – cough! - so funny, Missy. When will you – cough! - be comin’ back?"

" In a few hours. I just need some time to think. I’ll be riding towards Carn Dum. Tell my father, would you? He is probably unconscious or still drinking with the dwarves. They brought more of that beer he loves so much. It is actually quite amusing to them to see how many drinks he can have before he passes out!"

" They brought more beer, eh! Well, maybe when my shift ends, I’ll go up and join them!" he said with a wicked grin.

" You do that, Yorum." Gwen said, with a role of her eyes and a curt nod of her head.

The ride out was very peaceful once she got out of earshot of Yorum’s raucous laughter. The mountains were beautiful. Below them lay the old Witch Realm of Angmar. Gwen didn’t like to go down there very often. Besides, that was where all the Orcs were. She reached Carn Dum around noon. The wind blew her long, blonde hair in her face. Her shadow was completely gone and there was no shade, yet she was not hot. Her blue eyes eventually glazed over in the sleep of the elves. Her horse wandered away to graze. Neither knew that their lives would never be the same.

Back at the city, Yorum was still keeping the gate. He knew that Gwen would probably not return until late evening. He knew that something was troubling the girl, but he did not know what. Asking her would achieve nothing, for she did not like to burden others with her problems. His watch ended later and he waddled off to join the chief and the dwarves, muttering to himself, " Hope they have some drink left over, cough!!"

Dusk fell. A new watch was at the gate, a man named Horag. He saw movement coming up the mountain. It looked like the troops were returning!! He reached for his trumpet and signaled the guards inside to open the gate. The large doors swung open on their creaky hinges. Horag winced and covered his ears, muttering about how he would need to get the gates greased. Soon all the elves of Angmar were gathered in the center of the city to greet the returning soldiers. Glindorin was leaving the council hall, holding a summons from Lord Elrond telling him to come at once to Rivendell. He soon forgot it, however, in the excitement of the soldier’s return. If only he had heeded Gwen’s warning about attack. As soon as the soldiers were one hundred yards from the gate, they threw down their shields. Instead of Elven soldiers, Orcs of Mordor ran towards the gate. Horag screamed, " CLOSE THE GATES!!! CLOSE TH_!" His alarm was cut short by the arrow that smote out his life. The guards began to close the gate, but could not make it. The Orcs flooded into the city. The people had no way of escaping and only two troops were there to protect them. Within two hours, everybody in the city lay dead.

True to old Yorum’s prediction, Gwen returned later that evening. But what she returned to was nothing like what she had left. She slowly walked her horse in between the gates, one that lay on the ground, and the other creaked eerily from one hinge. She gasped as she entered the city. Dead lay everywhere. She stumbled past the bodies of those she had known for ages. Eventually she found her father. He was dead, with the summons from Lord Elrond in his hand. She took it and read it, despite the tears that were welling up in her eyes. " That is where I must go", she said aloud to her horse, Niral. She went swiftly up to her room and grabbed her long curved sword, and two long, skinny daggers. Then she returned to her horse and, with tears streaming down her cheeks, she left the city and set out for Rivendell.




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Gwen sat on the top of Carn Dum, contemplating how she was going to reach Rivendell alive. " I don’t want to have to go along the base of the mountains or into the old Witch realm. The only option then is to go the round about way," she said to her horse. That meant that she would ride along the north end of the Witch realm, and down between the North Downs and the Hills of Evendium. She would then reach the Shire, cross the Brandywine Bridge, and travel along the East Road until she reached Bree. Then it was a straight shot to Rivendell on the East – West road. " I wish that Lord Elrond had put WHEN he wanted father in Rivendell. I may be to late", she said to Niral. What does he want anyway? He only visited once, and that was a couple thousand years ago. I wonder why he never came back? she thought with an evil grin. Her father was not the easiest man to make friends with. He was always loud and half-drunk thanks to the dwarves. She only remembered one thing about Lord Elrond; he did not like dwarves. She didn’t know what his problem was. In her eyes, it was perfectly normal to sit down to dinner with dwarves. What she did not realize, even to this day, was that other elves did not like dwarves. She continued planning and thinking as she rode Niral along the rim of the Witch realm.



" Are you sure that the Angmar Elves still exist, Gandalf?" questioned Lord Elrond.

" I have faith that at least one will come. And one will be all that we need. These elves have a large army and will give aid, should the need arise" replied Gandalf. They were both in Rivendell, on a balcony. Gandalf had just returned from Orthanc. Frodo had not yet arrived.

" I journeyed there long ago. They are VERY different from us. Are you sure that they will help?" Lord Elrond asked.

" My old friend, though they are different, you must remember that they are still elves. I am positive that they will help in any way possible."



The moment that Elrond and Gandalf were discussing this, Gwen was searching for a secure place to camp. She had seen an orc patrol earlier that day, but they could not see her because she had blended in with the shadows because she was dressed in black and Niral was black. It was not safe to camp out in the open or deeper into the Witch realm. She would have to find a place that would be easy to hide and would be a vantage point if she were attacked. Eventually she spotted an old hollow. She sat on her horse a short distance from it for a couple of hours to be sure that an orc patrol would not pass it. None did. She waited a few more moments, then swiftly rode into the hollow. " We will not be able to have a fire tonight," she spoke to the night air. Niral lay down besides her. Eventually, the two drifted off to sleep, unaware of the group of Orcs that were heading their way.



Lord Elrond was growing anxious. Although all the members of the council were not yet there, he was in serious doubt that an elf of Angmar would show up. He could not stall the council once all the members were present. He was not even sure that his messenger had made it to Angmar. It was a very dangerous road. Yet he had faith in Gandalf’s word. He would wait.



Gwen was awakened quite rudely by something tickling her ear. She swiped at it and felt a sharp sting in her palm. Her head jerked up and she saw that the leering faces of Orcs surrounded her. They had taken her weapons and one was holding onto Niral, who was rearing and rolling her eyes in fright. Instantly she was on her feet, anger flashing in her eyes. I can’t believe that the first night I am away from home, I am ambushed. Well, there should be enough to make it fun, she thought. Aloud, she said, " Give me back my weapons and let me go. Oh, and give me back my horse." The Orcs all thought that this was terribly funny. All they say was a slender elf maid clad in a black tunic with no weapons. " What’ll you do if we don’t, eh missy? Chop our heads off with a blade of grass? HAHAHA!!! As you can see, we have all your weapons, and you ain’t got nothin’! Who’s gonna protect you, princess?" said one of the Orcs. Moving faster than the Orcs could see, Gwen drop – kicked the orc with her sword, picked it up, and slew him with a single thrust. Turning to face the other Orcs, she said, with an evil grin, " Okay, who wants to go next?" An orc that was brandishing one of her daggers ran forwards. Gwen stuck the tip of her sword in the ground, kicked one of her legs up, and caught the orc under the chin with her boot. The orc’s head snapped back, breaking his neck. Gwen reached over and picked up her dagger. " Hey, you!" she said to the Orc that was holding her other dagger " I will be taking that back. You have the choice of being alive or dead when I take it. So make your choice!" The orc lunged at her. She waited until he was within striking distance, then she deftly swung her sword out and took off his head. She then retrieved her other dagger. Looking at the Orcs, she said, " You just don’t get it, do you? Can your pea – sized brains not comprehend that I want all my things back and I will kill whoever stands in my way?" she looked at them with one eyebrow raised. The Orcs looked at each other, trying to decide if that was a compliment or an insult. They thought for too long. Gwen killed the orc that was holding Niral, mounted her, and galloped off as fast as she could, leaving the Orcs standing there in shock.

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Upon reaching the outskirts of the Shire, Gwen realized that she had no idea how to reach the Brandywine Bridge. It was getting late, so she decided to ask directions from what appeared to be a child walking down the deserted road.

" Excuse me little one, but could you point me in the direction of the Brandywine Bridge? I am afraid that I am quite lost."

" Who are you calling little one, ye foul fiend?!"

Gwen blinked her eyes in surprise as she looked down into the face of an old man! " Oh, sir, I am so terribly sorry! Please forgive me, I have never been here before!" she stammered, flushing with embarrassment.

" Oh, ‘tis all right" he said, craning his neck up to see her face. " How about you come down off of that beast and come inside and have a warm drink?" he offered, seeing that she was quite cold.

Gwen brightened at the idea. Dismounting Niral, she saw that she was a good two feet taller than the man was. He looked up at her, saying, " There, that’s more like it. Now, what is your name?"

" My name is Gwen."

" You may call me Mr. Gamgee. I see that you’re of the elf kind. I can also see that you have a tale. There will be plenty of time for that once we reach my hole." Gwen looked at him quizzically. These people live in holes? She thought to herself. Noticing her expression, he laughed and said, " You’ll see." Soon they reached a door in the side of a hill. " You can put your horse to pasture over there," he said, pointing towards a field that already had two cows in it. Gwen did so and followed him into the hole. Once inside, she began to straighten up to her full height, but was almost knocked to the floor when her head struck the ceiling! " Oh, ho, you really have never been here before! Come and sit down!" said Mr. Gamgee, chuckling to himself as she rubbed her head. " Bell, where are ye, my dear?! Come, we have a visitor!" A jolly, round little hobbit woman walked into the room. " Oh, my, I can see that we do! Don’t start telling us anything until I get some food down ye!" Soon Gwen was bombarded with so many plates of food that she didn’t know what to do! " Oh, I can’t possibly eat all of this!" she cried out. The hobbits looked at her in shock, then began to finish off the plates themselves. After dinner, the three of them gathered around the fire and Gwen told them everything. After her tale, Bell told her of one of their sons, Samwise, who had set off on a journey with their neighbor, Frodo. " Mayhap you will meet them on the road. Keep your eye out and watch for them." Mr. Gamgee then began telling cheerier stories that lifted Gwen’s spirit and made her temporarily forget what had happened during the past two weeks. Suddenly she looked at the clock and exclaimed, " Oh my goodness, I must get to Bree tonight!" Mr. Gamgee asked why, and she told him that she needed a place to stay. He laughed, saying, " Do you think that after such stories that we would throw a young maid out onto the streets at this time of night? I insist that you stay here!" Gwen laughed, a twinkle in her eye as she replied, " Be careful who you call old, sir! I am nearly 2,100 years old!" The Gamgees stared at her in amazement as she continued, " Remember, I am an elf. I would be glad to stay the night with you. Thank you so much for letting me!" With that, they all went to sleep.

Gwen awoke to the lovely smells of breakfast. She trundled out of bed, pulled on her clothes, and entered the kitchen.
" Good morning, deary!" Bell greeted her.
" Good morning, Mrs. Gamgee!" Gwen replied. Again, Mrs. Gamgee put more in front of her than she could possibly stomach. Mr. Gamgee ate all her leftovers along with his own breakfast. Gwen stared at him in awe.
He laughed, saying, " That is how a hobbit eats. I suspect that you probably want to set out for Bree. Come outside and I’ll give you directions as you saddle your horse." Gwen followed him outside.
" Now, listen closely, my girl. This road" he pointed to the road running past Hobbiton " will connect to the East road. You can’t possibly miss it. You stay on the East road until you reach Bree. When you near the Brandywine Bridge, there will be a farm on the side of the road. Old Farmer Maggot lives there. His dogs will most likely be out. Don’t be alarmed, just yell that Master Gamgee sent you, and he will give you directions from there." He then continued in a low voice, " I wanted to tell you, there have been strange happenings hereabouts lately. Strange black — robed men on black horses. Stay on the roads only if you must. Camp a little ways off from them. Don’t cover your face or do anything strange. Folks are on edge. Be safe. Me and the missus are expecting you to come and see us again." He laughed to lighten the mood " Of course, you could probably take care of anything that crosses your path will all those blades you carry!" Gwen laughed along with him, walking back to the house. After many hugs and promises to visit again, Gwen took the travel bag full of food that Mrs. Gamgee made for her and departed. I could stay her forever she thought. Sadly, she left her tiny oasis of comforted and again continued down the road.


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" My faith in the Angmar Elves is fading" Elrond said to Gandalf. " Almost all the other council members have arrived and Frodo is recovering. I cannot put off the council much longer."
"Wait another three days," replied Gandalf, " I have faith that one will come." That one was on her way that very moment.

Gwen rode along the East road, taking in the pleasant scenery. She was nearing the Brandywine Bridge when she heard dogs barking. She spoke softly to Niral in elvish, telling her not to be afraid. Niral didn’t listen. Three very large dogs ripped around the bend, running straight for Gwen. Niral reared up, throwing Gwen to the ground. She quickly leaped to her feet, knowing that if she remained on the ground the dogs would be upon her. She heard a man’s voice and yelled, " I am a friend of Master Gamgee! Call off your dogs!" A hobbit appeared and yelled at the dogs to heel. Gwen breathed a sigh of relief.
" I am sorry, one can’t be to careful. Who ARE you?" asked the man that Gwen presumed was Farmer Maggot.
" I am Gwen. I was just trying to find the Brandywine Bridge so I could reach Bree when your dogs rushed up and frightened my horse" she said, glaring at Niral.
" My name is Farmer Maggot. The bridge is just down this road. Good luck on your journey," he said, looking the girl up and down.
" Thank you!" Gwen replied as she mounted Niral. As she rode down the lane, Farmer Maggot stood in the middle of the road, wondering what she was doing in the Shire and planning a visit to Master Gamgee.

Gwen had no trouble reaching Bree or finding an inn. She entered the Prancing Pony and asked the fat hobbit behind the counter for a room and a place to stable her horse. He was a jolly man who went by the name of Butterbur. After she went up to see her room and check on Niral, she sat down at a table in the common room to eat dinner. This place is very different from Hobbiton, she thought, why does that man keep looking at me strangely? As she was thinking this, the man walked over and sat down at her table. He smelled like beer.
" Have a drink with me, sweetheart?" he said, staring at her intently. Gwen saw that many of his friends had come to join him, so she decided that it would be wise to avoid trouble.
" No thank you" she replied. " Oh, come on now. I won’t take no for an answer!"
" No is the only answer you will ever get, so leave!" Gwen retorted angrily. She was getting rather annoyed.
" Oh, we got us a mean one, eh boys?! Maybe she needs a little convincing!" he said, drawing a small knife out of his belt and smiling wickedly. Gwen just looked at it and smirked.
" You’re going to need a bigger knife" she coolly replied, pulling one of her daggers from where she had hidden it under the table. Gwen’s blade was a foot long, and she knew that it would get her point across. She was right. The men disappeared as soon as they had appeared. All except for the man who had sat down.
He pulled a long rapier from behind his back, saying, " I told ye, I don’t take no for an answer!" Oh, great. I knew that I should have brought my sword down! She thought in alarm. He came towards her and took a swing at her. His anger was fueled because he had been humiliated in front of his friends by a woman! Gwen gracefully parried the blow with her knife and threw a punch into his stomach, doubling him over. She then struck a swift blow to the back of his head with the hilt of her blade. He tumbled over, unconscious. Gwen quickly ran up to her room and locked the door. She could hear people yelling downstairs.
" Well, that was a lovely dinner!" she said, frustrated with herself. I could have handled that a bit more coolly. It is obvious that me being a woman makes me seem more vulnerable and susceptible. How could I defend myself if a group of men attacked me on the road with the same intentions? She looked in the mirror. She was tall and slender, but her figure was partly hidden by the small men’s tunic that she wore and her cloak. From a distance, I could almost be taken as a boy, were it not for my hair. Then a thought hit her. Acting quickly, she pulled out one of her daggers.
Grabbing a chunk of her blonde hair, she said aloud, " You will have to go!" With that, she cut it off. She continued working around her head, hacking at chunks. When she was done, her hair was a little above her shoulders.
" I never liked my hair anyway!" she said to the empty room as she got ready for bed.

Gwen left Bree without event. She gazed back over her shoulder at her last glimpse of the Shire. Such a lovely and peaceful place she thought as she sighed wistfully. She sighed sadly, then headed on down the road towards Rivendell, letting her thoughts wander back to the day she had spent with the Gamgees. It made her forget how alone she was in the world.


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" I have decided to wait no longer to call the council meeting" stated Lord Elrond. " All the members are here and I see no reason to delay it any longer because a person who may not even exist has not yet arrived."

" Do as you will," replied Gandalf. " I can see no reason why you should wait any longer if you believe that no Angmar elf will be here." Elrond left the room to call the council together. Gandalf remained in the room, refusing to give up hope that at least one Angmar elf would appear.

Gwen rode the last stretch in peace. Nothing disturbed her or hindered her progress. She crossed at the Ford at the same time that the Council of Elrond began. She coaxed Niral into a gallop, though it was difficult because both rider and horse were exhausted. They had ridden all of the day before, through the night, and all that day. She was practically falling off her horse by the time she rode through the entrance to Rivendell. As she slid of her horse, an elf ran up. He had drawn his bow and arrow.

" Who are you and what are you doing her?!" he demanded without lowering his bow.

" Would you like to know, or are you going to shoot me first and ask questions later?" asked Gwen, thingying her eyebrow. The elf let his string go loose.

" Thank you, I think a lot clearer when I am not at the service end of an arrow. As to your first question, I am Gwendolin of Angmar. I am here because I received a summons from Lord Elrond to attend his council." Gwen handed him the summons.

" This summons is for Glindor, the king of Angmar. You are clearly not him," said the elf, looking at her rather quizzically.

" Glindor is my father and was unable to attend." If only you knew, she thought.

The elf, seeing the pain in her eyes, agreed to let her in. " You are a bit late. The council has already been called. Go down this hall and to the left. You can’t miss it."

" Thank you so much!" Gwen nodded and then sprinted down the hall. Okay, it should be around here somewhere. Oh, there it is! She entered the courtyard, out of breath and ready to collapse. All talking in the courtyard ceased. Elrond glared up at her.

" Who are you?"

" That is the second time I have been asked that question in the last five minutes," Gwen remarked. " I am Gwendolin of Angmar." Everybody began muttering and whispering amongst themselves. Gwen blushed as she felt them staring at her. I must look a state she thought embarrassed. And she did. What the council saw was a young woman wearing a black tunic, dirty black boots, three blades, and short hair. That was enough to keep them talking for five minutes. Gandalf was very glad to see Gwen there. He had been to Angmar more than once and had enjoyed her father’s company. He also knew that they had a large army that would be needed.

" Gwen, sit down my dear!" he said as he beckoned her to the seat next to him.

" Gandalf! I had no idea you would be here!" she hugged him as she sat down. Thank goodness there is actually someone here that I know, she thought happily.

" Where is your father?" he questioned.

" Yes, where is he? The summons was for him, " seconded Elrond. Gwen’s face paled visibly. She had really never needed to speak of her father’s death to anybody. She was not yet ready, but continued anyway. " He is dead, along with the rest of my people." Gandalf shot a shocked look at Elrond, then turned to Gwen. " How, my child? When did this tragedy happen?" Gandalf asked gently.

" I don’t know how, I wasn’t there when it happened," Gwen said, her face a cold, numb mask of pain, " I wasn’t there. I went out for a ride. I returned late at night. When I entered the city, all were dead. I found some dead Orcs, so my only guess is that Orcs entered the city and the people had no way of getting out. It must have been a massacre."

" But what of your army?" asked Elrond.

" Our army was down to nothing because the council kept sending them out to fight the Orcs. There is no army. The Angmar elves are dead. I am the last of them." No one made a sound for at least a minute. All the dwarves were staring at Gwen. They had heard talk of the elves of Angmar. Now they were actually in the company of one.

" This is a hard blow to us all," Elrond finally said. " Gwen, you may go and rest."

" With all due respect, my Lord, I wish to stay. Do not shun me from this meeting just because my army is dead." Gwen said as she met Lord Elrond’s eyes. He sensed a determination in the girl so he agreed to let her stay.

" Bring forth the Ring, Frodo." Frodo stood and walked to the stone stand and set the Ring upon it. Gwen looked at him, thinking so this is Frodo Baggins! I wonder if Sam is here. She sat there in thought until Boromir began going off on how it was folly to attempt to destroy the Ring. This aggravated Gwen. She leapt to her feet, saying " Well, what are we supposed to do? Sit here on our behinds while Sauron wipes out all of Middle Earth? We are the only hope for this world. If we do not try, who will?" she ended and sat down. " She speaks true!" said Aragorn. Boromir’s pride was wounded at being told off by a woman, so he pounced upon Aragorn, saying " And what would a Ranger know of these matters?" Legolas leapt to his feet, saying, " This is no mere Ranger! He is Aragorn son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance." Boromir looks slightly more crestfallen. Both sit down.

" The Ring MUST be destroyed!" proclaimed Elrond. Then the argument broke out on who was going to take the Ring. Gwen just sat there, thinking this is such a typical guy thing! She knew more about the ring of Power than most thought. No way was she volunteering.

She leaned over to Frodo and asked, " Do you happen to know a Samwise Gamgee?"

He looked at her quite surprised. " Why, yes! I know Sam! How do you?"

" Oh, when I was passing through the Shire, I stayed a night at his parent’s house!"

Frodo laughed, exclaiming, " He will be glad to know that! You must meet him afterwards!"

" I would be very glad to if he is anything like his parents!" returned Gwen. After a few more moments of arguing, Frodo stood up, saying, " I will take it!" The courtyard went very silent. " I will take the Ring to Mordor!" he continued.

" Though, I do not know the way."

" I will accompany you Frodo Baggins!" said Gandalf. Others began volunteering.

" If by life or death I can protect you, then I will. You have my sword," said Aragorn.

" And you shall have my bow," said Legolas.

" And my axe!" stated Gimli.

" If it is the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done," volunteered Boromir.

" I am coming too!" declared Gwen. All eyes riveted on her. Why do they keep doing that, she wondered?

" I must object to this," said Elrond.

Gwen glared at him, giving him her don’t — you — dare — mess — with — me look as she said, " There is no way you can keep me here. I don’t have a huge army to contribute, just myself. I want to help in any way that I can."

Elrond backed down and nodded. Suddenly a hobbit popped out of the bushes, declaring " Mr. Frodo isn’t going anywhere without me!"

" Clearly it is impossible to separate you two, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not<" said Elrond Arching his eyebrow. Ah so he does have a humorous side, Gwen thought, I had no idea a person’s eyebrow could go up that high! " Oi, we’re going too!" yelled two more hobbits. " You would have to tie us up in a sack to keep us from going," they continued.

" Ten companions. Very well then, you shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!" proclaimed Elrond.

Gwen hobbled out of the courtyard and ran into an elf woman. " Oh, I am so sorry," she muttered. The woman smiled and said," I am Arwen. Come. I have prepared a room for you." Gwen followed her down the hall. Once she was in the room, she dropped her weapons and fell upon the bed, asleep before she hit the bed.

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Gwen stood on one of the large boulders that they had stopped by, mentally going over the last couple of weeks. It was all a blur of walking, stopping, camping, and the odd conversations she had with Aragorn. She admired him greatly and appreciated the way he always made sure that she was fairing well, which she always was. In a way, he was almost like a big brother. The walking was a nice break from riding Niral. At least she wasn’t saddle sore! The hobbits were also very amusing, especially Pippin. Earlier that morning he was telling her of how, when he was very little, he got his head stuck in one of his father’s socks and couldn’t get out! Gwen had been in tears, she was laughing so hard!

She strayed from her thoughts to listen to what Gimli was telling Gandalf.

" If anyone were to ask my opinion, which I note they’re not, I’d say we were taking the long way around. Gandalf, we could pass through the Mines of Moria. My cousin Balin would give us a royal welcome!"

" No, Gimli, I would not go through the Mines unless I had no other choice," replied Gandalf. Gimli sat down to sulk. Hmm, he looks like he could use a bit of cheering up, thought Gwen. She leapt down lightly besides him.

" I wouldn’t mind going through Moria and seeing Balin. Besides, they make very good steak!" she said.

" You know Balin?" asked Gimli, his eyes widening.

" Know him? He would journey all the way into Angmar just to visit my father. He was the only person who could out drink father," she remarked. Gimli began laughing deeply, saying, " Yes, Balin always could hold his drink! HA HA HA!!" Gwen joined in with him and began telling him of the drinking contests he would have with her father. Soon, both had tears rolling down their eyes.

Aragorn was watching them from were he was sitting, chuckling to himself as he listened.

" Well Gandalf, you were right in bringing that girl! Look at her and Gimli, laughing like old friends!"

" I told you so!" replied Gandalf.

Gwen was looking up into the sky when she noticed what appeared to be a flock of birds heading their direction. She ran to where Legolas was standing.

" Those birds don’t look very nice," she muttered in his ear. He nodded slightly in agreement. By now, the others had noticed them.

" What is that?" asked Boromir, climbing up from the ground where he had been fighting a mock battle with Merry and Pippin.

" Nothing, it is just a wisp of cloud," said Gimli.

" It is moving fast and against the wind," continued Boromir. Gwen slapped her hand to her forehead in disbelief.

" It is a flock of birds!" she yelled.

" Curbin from Dunland!" shouted Legolas. Gwen almost toppled off the rock.

" Thank you for shouting that down my ear!" she yelled at him, very close to his own ear, might I add. He leaped off the rock in indignation at being yelled by an elf maid.

" Hide!" yelled Aragorn. Gwen crouched below an outcropping, thinking to herself, wisp of cloud, eh Gimli? Not making dwarves look to smart there. Jeez, did Legolas have to yell down my ear like that?! Talk about temporarily deafening me. He hasn’t spoken a word for a while, so that was quite unexpected. I think I wounded his pride, though, shouting back at him like that. Oh well, he will just have to get over it. The birds passed and everybody got up out of their hiding places.

" Spies of Saruman. The passage south is being watched," proclaimed Gandalf.

" So what will we do?" asked Gwen.

" We will take the path of Caradhras!" declared Gandalf. Great, and me without my cloak, thought Gwen in frustration.

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They walked up the snowy mountain.

" Y’know, if you ignore the freezing cold, it is actually quite lovely up here!" remarked Gwen. The others looked at her like she had lost her mind.

" Well, it is," she said in her defense. The others ignored her, but she did catch Legolas taking a good look about when he thought that she wasn’t looking. Gwen didn’t blame them for being surly. For Legolas and her, walking on the snow was easy. They didn’t sink into it and flounder like the others did. Gwen decided to make use of herself and help Sam along with Bill. The pony was quite irritated that he was being drug up the mountain, so Gwen spoke to him softly in elvish to attempt to curb his temper. She looked up just in time to see Frodo rolling down the mountain!

" Now Frodo, as fun as that may be, now is not the time," she said, standing with her hands on her hips. Aragorn caught him. Frodo clutched at his neck, looking for the Ring. He could not find it and looked up in alarm to see Boromir looking at it.

" It is strange that such a big deal is made over so small a thing. So small…." He rattled off.

" Boromir!" said Aragorn sharply, " Give the Ring to Frodo."

Boromir walked over and handed Frodo the Ring, which he grabbed. Then Boromir laughed and tousled Frodo’s hair and continued walking. Gwen had seen Aragorn’s hand on his sword hilt, and she didn’t like it. The Ring was more dangerous than she thought. She made a mental note to stay away from it.

When they got farther up the mountain, a nasty storm picked up. Bill was floundering in the high drifts. Actually, so was everybody else, except Gwen and Legolas. She made her way to the front of the column where he was standing.

He looked at her and said, " Listen." Gwen did listen. She heard a voice rising above the howling of the wind.

" I hear it. What is it?" she asked him.

He looked down at her and said, " I don’t know." Then he turned back to Gandalf and said, " There is a foul voice on the air!"

" It’s Saruman!" yelled Gandalf. Just as he did, a very large chunk of rock fell from above. Legolas grabbed Gwen and jerked her out of the rock’s path.

" Huh, I guess I should stay away from the edge, eh?" she looked up at him, a smile on her face. A hint of a smile hovered about his lips as he nodded at her, amused by her light mannered remark. Gandalf shoved his way up to the front and began yelling back at the voice, causing a whole avalanche to come tumbling down upon them! Gwen pt her arms above her head. The last thing she saw was Legolas pulling Gandalf out of harms way. Then she was buried in snow. A moment later, she began digging herself out. They all popped out of the snow like rabbits! Gimli came up roaring.

Gwen looked at him, saying, " No offense old lad, but if you keep doing that you’ll cause another avalanche!" She pulled herself up on top of the drifts and walked back to Sam to try to dig Bill out.

" Gandalf, he’s trying to bring down the mountain! We must turn back!" yelled Aragorn.

" No!!" Gandalf hollered back.

" If we cannot go over it, let us go under it. Let us go through the Mines of Moria!" suggested Gimli.

Gandalf looked very uncertain. " Let the Ring bearer decide," he said with some hesitation.

Frodo looked up and said, " We will go through the Mines."

" So be it," said Gandalf. Why does he sound so upset? I like Balin. Besides, it will be warmer down there. Frodo's feet were probably telling him the same thing! How bad could it possibly be, thought Gwen.

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The walk down the mountains went smoothly. Gwen remained near the back with Sam. Bill the pony was still a bit irritated. They began walking along this dark, frigid – looking lake. Gwen didn’t like it at all.

" The walls of Moria," said Gimli, breaking the oppressive silence that hung over them. Gwen jumped about four feet when Frodo slipped and splashed the water with his foot. She reached out and grabbed his arm.

" I don’t think a swim in that would be very pleasant," she whispered in his ear. To prevent it from happening again, she fell in line next to him. The Fellowship ended up on a ledge next to the mountain. Soon they reached the Doors of Durin. At first, Gwen could see nothing, but as the moon shone on the wall, the doors could be clearly seen.

" Now all we have to do is say the password, and the doors will open," said Gandalf. He placed his staff on the door and said some things in Elvish. The doors didn’t move. He tried a few more phrases, yet the door didn’t budge.

" It’s not working!" said Pippin.

" Maybe it would work better if I bashed your head against them, Master Peregrin!" yelled Gandalf. Gwen elbowed Pippin. He and Merry wandered to the edge of the pool. Gwen’s sensitive elf ears picked up the howls of wolves. She stood upon a boulder to hear them better. Then she walked over to Aragorn.

" Aragorn, I hear wolves, and they are not very far away!" she said, her voice edged with fear. She had dealt with wolves before. They were not as fun as Orcs, being slightly smarter.

" I know, Legolas heard them a moment ago. Don’t panic, Gandalf will get us in soon," he replied, putting a hand on her shoulder. She seated herself on a rock next to him. A splash in the water nearly sent her toppling of the rock in fright. Merry and Pippin had begun chucking stones into the lake. Before she could move to stop them, Aragorn leaped up.

" Do not disturb the waters!" he said as he caught Pippin’s arm. Legolas crept up behind Gwen.

" A bit jumpy now, are we?" he said, an amused smile on his face as she started. She scowled up at him.

" That isn’t very nice!" she muttered at him. " Can you still hear them?"

" I heard one lone howl a moment ago, but nothing since," he replied.

" I saw one of them. They are getting closer. Gandalf had better start thinking fast," she said in alarm. Legolas remained standing behind her. She looked over at Aragorn, who was helping Sam unload Bill. We won’t be able to take him into the Mines, she thought sadly. She watched as Bill walked off. He will find his way back to Rivendell safely, she thought, trying to make herself feel better. Frodo jumped up and stood in front of the doors.

" It’s a riddle. Speak friend, and enter. What’s the elvish word for friend?"

" Mellon," answered Gandalf. The doors began swinging outward. Gwen jumped up and patted Frodo on the shoulder. She did not hear the pool behind them rippling. The entire Fellowship entered Moria.

" Soon Master elf, you will experience the fabled hospitality of the dwarves! Roaring fires, malt beer, ripe meat off the bone!" Gwen looked back at Gimli, who was telling Legolas about Moria. She smiled and laughed lightly.

" This is no Mine, it’s a tomb!" said Boromir. Gwen’s head jerked around to behold a sight that made her blood run cold. There were dead dwarves everywhere.

" No, no, NOOO!" yelled Gimli.

Legolas pulled an arrow from one of the carcasses. " Goblins!" he said, pulling out his bow and placing an arrow on it. Gwen pulled out her sword.

" Out, everybody out!" shouted Aragorn as he began herding the hobbits towards the door. Gwen turned around in time to see Frodo jerked off his feet!

She ran towards him, shouting, " FRODO!" A slimy tentacle was wrapped around his ankle and a large, octopus – like creature was pulling him into the water. Gwen heard Sam yelling for Aragorn. Without a second thought, she flung herself into the water and began hacking at the creature, screaming, " Let him go, you slimy, disgusting creature!!" Aragorn and Boromir jumped in next to her, and together the succeeded in rescuing Frodo.

" Into the mines!" shouted Gandalf. They ran into the mines as the vile creature began pulling itself in after them. Rocks began falling everywhere, trapping them in darkness. Gwen was knocked off her feet as she tried to dodge a large boulder. She curled up into a ball to protect her head. The crashing of the rocks ceased. Strong arms hauled her upright. She looked up at Aragorn.

" Oops, took a bit of a tumble there, didn’t I?" she said, grinning at him.

" You could say that," he answered. Gandalf had by now lit the end of his staff.

" We now have only one choice. We must go through the Mines. Keep close! It is a for day journey to the other side. Let us hope that our presence may go unnoticed


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