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Falling In Love is Hard on the Knees	By : sarahjean Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > General Views: 3149 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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��then mum swung the rod, and the hook almost got stuck in dad�s head! It narrowly missed it,� I said. I�d been talking about fishing for god knows how long. I was feeling quite exhilarated, not only at talking about something I like, but because Legolas hadn�t got bored and clocked me one round the head yet.

�Uhhh, Carrie,� Jack started.

�Hmmm?�

�Don�t � � He stared, but he didn�t have time. SMACK.

�Bloody bollocks!� I cried, jumping back. I�d just walked into one of the pillars. I heard the childish giggles and glared. �Oh, sod off,� I groaned, my eyes watering.

�That�s your payback for letting me walk into the post at Hastings,� Penny said.

�Not my fault you were too thick to see it yourself,� I retorted. �And now look, my nose is bleeding. Perfect. If it�s broken, I�ll officially kill myself � as if it wasn�t a weird shape already.�

Legolas checked it, looking serious but at the same time, I noticed the mirth behind his eyes. �Oh, just hurry up and laugh,� I told him. �I know you want to.�

He grinned. �It is not broken.�

I frowned, and rubbed it. �I guess I should look where I�m goin� then.�

�It would be a good idea,� Boromir piped up. I almost flipped him off, but I kept control, and said, �Right, let�s go.�

We walked on a couple of paces. I doubled back to stand next to Tommy. �You seem to be enjoying yourself, mi hermano.�

�Hmm, kinda,� he confessed. �I mean, it�s more like a real version of playing Halo. Only without the guns. And the suits. And I�m not playing against my son.�

�So, really, it�s not like Halo at all,� I said, and he nodded, looking confused. I glanced over at Legolas. Gathering my confidence, I darted forward, wrapping my arms around his arm, as though for a hug. He looked surprised, but didn�t shake me off, like I thought he might do � I was glad he didn�t shake me off as though I were a poodle going at his leg. Eurgh, damn poodles (A/N: As you may have noticed, I don�t like poodles lol).

�Can I ask you a question?� I asked quietly.

�Uma,� he replied.

�What is �I love you, my brother� in Elvish?�

He raised an eyebrow, but said, �Amin mela lle, toror�amin.�

�Thanks,� I said.

�Would you rather not tell him in your native language?� Legolas asked.

I considered the answer. �See, thing with Tommy is that he�s unpredictable � if I tell him I love him, I never know if he�ll say the same back, or if he�ll laugh at me. I�d rather he didn�t do that, seeing as how he�s the closest I�ll ever come to an actual brother. At least, if I tell him this way�� I trailed off, not because I�d run out of things to say, but because the look Legolas was giving me was confusing. It was a mixture of recognition, sadness, surprise, and many other things�so many things. I thought�no, I couldn�t have seen that there. Not possible.

�What�s wrong?� I asked, unnerved by the look.

He shook himself. �It is nothing. Amin hiraetha, melamin. You�merely reminded me of someone.�

�Oh,� I said, confused.

Suddenly, Gimli paused, causing everyone else to stop as well. Realising what this meant, I let go of Legolas and stepped backwards quickly so that I was between Jack and Tommy. �Show time,� I muttered quietly. They both nodded.

Gimli was staring at a doorway that was littered with dead bodies. He instantly took off, running towards the chamber.

�Gimli!� Gandalf cried, but the Dwarf paid no heed. Sighing, everyone ran after him.

Gimli had stopped in front of a stone sarcophagus in the middle of the room. �No! Oh, no! No�� He had sunk to his knees, weeping. I stared from him to the sarcophagus, then at the dead bodies around the room. The smell was rancid � I wanted to gag.

Gandalf stepped up to the sarcophagus and read from the Dwarvish on the lid. ��Here lies Balin, son of Fundin, Lord of Moria.� He is dead then. It is as I feared.� He handed Pippin his staff and his hat � the young hobbit looking at them with slight confusion. The rest of us just stood off to one side, looking on with embarrassment or indifference. Gimli was quietly muttering a prayer in a language I presumed to be Dwarvish. It�s all Greek to me. Ha ha.

Legolas turned to Aragorn, a slight worry in his eyes. �We must move on. We cannot linger.� I hear ya, I thought. Unfortunately, staying is inevitable. Or is it? I seemed to be forgetting my position of the knowing fool � the key word being �knowing� (you thought I was gonna say fool then, didn�t ya?). I knew what would happen � I could stop it. I most definitely could.

Gandalf was reading from a tome. ��They have taken the bridge and the second hall. We have barred the gates but cannot hold them for long. The ground shakes. Drums, drums in the deep. We cannot get out. A Shadow moves in the dark. We cannot get out. They are coming.�"

I was looking for Pippin but, since he was so short, it was hard to see him, especially because his cloak blended in well. When I finally spotted him, he was studying a skeleton that was resting precariously on a sort of well. I started forward, and gripped his wrist before he could touch it. �Not a good idea, darlin�,� I said quietly. Just then, Merry backed into the well, and as he spun around � he knocked the skeleton. It fell back into the well with a clatter of bones, also dragging a bucket with it, adding to the din, giving off noise as it fell all the way down, making the Fellowship jump.

�Well,� I said darkly, anger and desperation rising up inside me. �Go figure.� Some things obviously just couldn�t be avoided.

�Fool of a Brandybuck!� Gandalf snapped, closing the tome. �Throw yourself in next time, and rid us of your stupidity.�

�That�s a bit harsh,� I said quietly. Gandalf was about to retort to my comment when drumming noises made all of us look around. Frodo unsheathed his sword part way, and revealed a blade that was glowing blue.

�Frodo!� Sam gasped.

�Orcs,� Legolas said, all business.

�I never would�ve guessed,� I muttered under my breath, unsheathing my own sword. Legolas must have heard me, because he cast a brief look back at me. It wasn�t annoyed. In fact, it seemed to reflect the odd look he�d given me back before Gimli�s mourning. The look made me think the Death Test I took online was true � I was most definitely going to die of confusion (if alcoholism didn�t kill me first, according to the results. I have much to look forward to).

Boromir ran to the door and peeked out. Two arrows narrowly missed his head, nearly skewering him like he was a cocktail sausage. Niiceeee�

�Stay back!� Aragorn called to the hobbits. �Stay close to Gandalf!�

They got the doors closed and Boromir said wryly, �They have a cave troll.�

Tommy and Jack helped barricade the doors, as I noticed my sister, standing there and shaking, looking lost. Not so perfect now, I thought viciously, before shaking myself. �Penny!� She glanced at me, wide-eyed. �Get a weapon from one of the bodies!�

She looked a little disgusted at the thought, but the small portion of her brain that actually worked registered that without one, she�d be dead before she even started. She removed an axe from one of the cobweb-covered bodies, almost dropping it due to the weight. I rolled my eyes � I�d have to try and defend her arse as well as my own.

After the men had barricaded the doors, they all stood back, facing them, weapons at the ready. My heart was pounding. This was it. It felt like � well, when you play a computer game, and you know a particularly nasty part is coming up. Only in computer games, you can restart again. We couldn�t. This thought alone had me wanting to curl into a ball and pretend I was dead.

Gimli, standing atop Balin�s sarcophagus, said, �Let them come! There is one dwarf yet in Moria that still draws breath!�

Let�s hope it lasts, I thought, holding my sword at the ready and trying to remember my training.

The banging at the door suddenly gave way, as the doors flew open, and in came the ugliest bastards I�d ever seen � and I�d seen myself in the morning. I hadn�t thought there could be any worse a sight.

As they charged in, I let instinct take over. I spun in an arc, swing the blade. The orc hadn�t been expecting it, apparently, and his head hit the floor with a smack. The next one lunged with its axe, and I barely had time to bring the sword up to block the attack. The orc snarled in my face, its breath making me wonder if I�d turned green like in those cartoons. I swung a quick drop-kick, and the orc stumbled back slightly, surprised. I swung my blade, this time with the orc blocking. I continued onward, me slashing and him blocking. I was beginning to get bored. So I made out as though to get him, and when he went to block, I hit the ground, rolled to the side, and thrust upwards. My sword went through the ribcage, and as I pulled it out, all kinds of gross gore was on the end. As the orc�s body hit the ground, I wiped my blade on its loincloth.

Just then, the biggest muthafucker I�d ever seen came through the doors, roaring and lumbering like a bear with a sore head. The cave troll. I barely had time to call out, �Hey, Pen, looks like you found a mirror then!� before two orcs ran at me at once. �Fuck me!� I cried. Then added, �Eurgh, not literally though,� swinging my sword between their blades. As I dropped back and ducked due to a nasty attempt to snick off my head, I said, �Now, boys, do you really think two on one is fair?� As they redoubled the attack, I just sighed. �Guess you do then.� And at that, I gave it my all. I wasn�t a martial artist, but I was quite supple and spry, so it didn�t take much to imitate some of the moves. The first thing I did was run forward and feint a thrust with my sword, making the first orc back up. Then I spun 360 degrees and angled a rather high kick at the other orc, pulling several muscles in the process. �Ow,� I mumbled. The good thing being that I caught the ugly bastard in the face, and he stumbled back. I ran him through quickly, and pulled the sword out, bringing it round to block the other orc�s attack.

�Thought you had me there, eh?� I snickered. I was amazed at how well I was actually doing � and that I wasn�t cowering in a corner, pissing myself. Unfortunately, my self-praising knocked me off guard for a moment, and the orc knocked my sword from my hand and gave me a firm backhander across the face. �Argh!� I cried out, pain erupting from my face. But I had to consider the predicament I was in. So I backed up, then, thinking quickly, I started hopping up and down. �Quick!� I said to it. �Tell me where the bathroom is, this one�s a demon I tell ya, a demon!!!�

It gave me a confused look, and I took this little moment as I jumped up to shove with all my might. The orc tripped over a dead body and landed flat on its arse, shaking its head in confusion and annoyance. I dropped into a backwards roly-poly (courtesy of my strict PE teacher Mrs Landis) and grabbed my blade before sliding forward on my knees on the blood-slicked floor (gross, I know) and slammed my blade down into its stomach.

�Aragorn! Aragorn!�

I glanced up, surprised, to see the troll dragging Frodo off. Before I could even register it, I felt a presence behind me (amazingly, all it is is where I feel a tingling up my spine and a slight compression on the back of my spine, and it was always right � there was always something behind me) and I quickly turned. It was a good thing I did � where my upper body twisted as well, it was moved out of the way of the blade that now barely zinged just below my breast, tearing some of my tunic as it went, exposing a patch of Casper-white skin. I stared at it in amazement, and as the sword was retracted, I lay on my back, brought my knees to my chin, and kicked out. The orc stumbled back, and I got to my feet messily, slipping and sliding in the claret on the floor. The orc was ready for me � he sliced his blade, and though I jumped back, he still caught me slightly, giving me a nasty, painful scratch from my left collarbone down to the top of my breast on the right side. I didn�t check for blood though, as I had to quickly duck and dodge numerous fast attacks from the blade. Oh shit oh shit oh shit, I thought. This is it. I�m gonna die of stab wounds, not confusion or alcoholism.

Just as I thought this, the tip of an arrow appeared through the orc�s throat, splattering me with a bit of blood. As it slumped to the floor, I saw Legolas with his bow still drawn and ready. I wondered what to say, and I said the first thing that came to mind. �Thanks, melamin!� Okay, so I wasn�t aware what the word meant, but still, if it was a nice word, then he�d understand.

His eyes widened slightly, and he looked ready to say something, when Merry and Pippin both roared and jumped onto the troll�s back. I knew what this meant. Frodo had been stabbed by the troll. I could hear Sam shouting Frodo�s name. I saw my brothers and sister � Jack was defending Penny, so they were both alive. Tommy was kicking butt � he was well and truly good at it. He was giving it his all, and he was taking the orcs down. I grinned.

Legolas lined up an arrow carefully, and let it fly. It caught the troll in the back of the throat. It teetered about, as though drunk, and everyone stepped back, not wanting to be squashed under it. Eventually, it hit the ground, stone cold dead.

Everyone ran over to Frodo, where Aragorn was turning him over.

�He�s alive!� Sam gasped. I grinned.

�I�m alright,� Frodo said. �I�m not hurt.�

�You should be dead,� Aragorn said, confused. �That spear would have skewered a boar.�

�Hear that, Jack?� I said, nudging him. �That could have skewered you!�

Tommy laughed, but was silenced by a deadly look from our darling brother. �Ahem, I mean, that was a very immature comment, Carolina, how could you.�

�I think there�s more to this hobbit then meets the eye,� Gandalf said, a smile on his face.

Frodo glanced down, brushing various layers of material aside to reveal some silvery material that shimmered, reminding me of a dress I once owned that got blown up by a car exhaust and flashed my kacks to the whole street. Oh, the shame.

�Mithril!� Gimli gasped. �You are full of surprises, Master Baggins!�

Legolas placed his fingers gently on my wound and removed them, staring at the blood.

�It�s fine,� I said, taking deep breaths to calm myself after the adrenaline of the battle. �I always bleed a lot, whether from paper-cuts or grazes.�

Suddenly, the noises of more Orcs approaching attracted our attention.

�To the bridge of Khazad-d�m!� Gandalf cried.

We ran. We ran as best as we could, out of the chamber and trying to make it across the stone halls, dodging the pillars. But it was no good. Orcs and goblins were climbing down the pillars and running in the shadows. They soon had us surrounded.

We stood in the middle of the circle, vastly outnumbered but with our weapons raised. I might have been deadly afraid if I didn�t know what would happen next, so I just stood, breathing hard, holding onto my sword for dear life, looking at the ugly creatures surrounding us. �Contrary to popular belief,� I said, �this is not good.� I earned a few confused looks, but then, I�d confused myself with that comment. It had just popped into my head and out of my mouth. I seemed to be good at confusing things.

A rumbling sound distracted us, and at the end of the hallway, we could see a red, fiery glow flickering on the walls. The orcs and goblins gave off frightened little squeals, backing up and running away. Legolas lowered his bow, as everyone turned to stare at the red flickers on the wall.

�What is this new devilry?� Boromir asked. Gandalf was about to lower his head to determine the answer to that question, but I grew impatient.

�Why don�t I save us all time so that we can run for our lives,� I said wryly. �It�s a Balrog, a demon of the ancient world. Now come on!�

�Run,� Gandalf agreed, and we ran. Oh yes, did we run. We came to a flight of stairs, and I tripped slightly, hitting my knee painfully on one of the steps. Jack grabbed my forearm and hauled me up, and we ran together up to the top, before turning back.

�Quickly,� Aragorn said to Gandalf, who was dawdling. �Gandalf!�

�Lead them on, Aragorn,� Gandalf said. �The bridge is near.� He pushed Aragorn away from him. �Do as I say! Swords are no more use here.�

Everyone moved on, running to the bridge. I�d probably never done so much running in my life. We ran across the bridge, pausing when we saw a gap in the rock. The bridge was in two halves.

Legolas jumped over the break easily, standing at the ready to help everyone else across.

�Gandalf!� I said, gesturing to him. He glanced at me, and he must have seen that I was dreading the next part. He gave me a slight smile, before jumping across the break, helped over by Legolas.

Boromir turned to me, probably to get me to jump next, but I refused. �The hobbits,� I said.

�Merry! Pippin!� Boromir called. He held one in each arm, before jumping over with the both of them � Legolas once again helping them across, and some of the bridge crumbled away. Arrows had begun to fly at us, as Orcs were hiding in crevices in the walls. Legolas shot arrows skilfully, wiping some of them out instantly, his aim so perfect it seemed ridiculous.

Aragorn tossed Sam across the gap to join the rest, and my brothers soon jumped across � Tommy on his own, Jack holding onto Penny.

�Nobody tosses a Dwarf,� Gimli said, and I had to chuckle at that one. That was too good to let slip. He tried to jump the gap, and almost fell into the chasm, but Legolas reached out with lightning fast reflexes, grabbing the Dwarf�s beard.

�Argh, not the beard!� Gimli cried. Legolas pulled him up properly. I was watching with wide eyes, not really paying attention. I felt as if my mind was floating out of my body, like an OBE � an out-of-body experience.

�Carrie!� Legolas cried, reaching out his hand. I shook my head, wincing. I hate heights. I hate them very much. But at the same time, I knew I had to. And briefly, the playful part of my mind was hoping Legolas would catch me. So I took a running jump.

Legolas did indeed catch me, and it was every bit as good as I imagined. He smelled like freshly cut grass on a summer�s day, and like the scent that rain leaves after it�s gone away. I quickly backed up, stepping back so that Aragorn and Frodo could make their way across.

The stone they were standing on was swaying, broken away and disturbed. I was quite impressed to see them leaning this way and that, to control the direction of the broken part of the bridge. They leaned it so that it connected with the part that the rest of the Fellowship were standing on, making it safely across and actually reforming the bridge.

�Come on! Now!� Legolas said.

�Over the bridge. Fly!� Gandalf ordered. Flying would certainly make things easier, I thought darkly. But I ran with the others all the same, stopping only to haul Penny along, as she was moving with a painfully slow sprint.

It was then that I realised that Gandalf was not running with us. I stopped and turned back, to see Gandalf standing in the middle of the bridge. There was the Balrog. It was big, really big. And it looked like a black version of how I imagined the Minotaur to be, only much bigger. It spat fire, it breathed fire � fire seemed to come from its very pores. It held a whip in its hands.

�Kinky,� I heard Tommy mutter, as he appeared next to me.

�I�m proud of you,� I said to him. �You�re learning well, my child.�

�You cannot pass!� Gandalf cried. It was then that I remembered � I could either tell Gandalf to remain vigilant, or I could let the Balrog drag him under. I frowned.

�Gandalf!� Frodo cried, and the others stopped, realising that I had already stopped, and was watching the scene unfolding before me.

�What are we gonna do?� Tommy asked.

�I don�t know,� I confessed.

The Balrog attempted to get Gandalf with his whip, but it merely struck the protective shield around the Istar.

�I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor! The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udun! Arrghh! Go back to the Shadow!! YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!!�

He slammed the end of his staff into the bridge, and part of it broke, tipping the Balrog into the chasm. I was about to yell out, when a realisation hit me. If this didn�t happen, Gandalf wouldn�t become Gandalf the White. He wouldn�t be able to save King Th�oden, he wouldn�t save Merry and Pippin in Fangorn�it would just mess everything up. Realising this, I knew I had to risk the others� anger if I was to save them all. I had to be cruel to be kind.

So I said to my siblings, �No diga nada. No me pregunte. Algo usted dice quiz�s cause un cambio dram�tico para el futuro. Est� apenas tranquilo.� I knew they didn�t understand Spanish, but they certainly understood my tone of voice. They all looked at me with wonder, but didn�t have time to question my judgement. Gandalf had let his guard slip. The Balrog�s whip wrapped around his ankle and pulled him down. He grabbed onto the edge of the bridge.

Frodo ran forward to try to get to Gandalf, but Boromir held him back.

�Gandalf!!!� The young hobbit yelled, distraught.

Gandalf looked at me, and the look in his eyes said it all. He knew. He knew what would happen, he knew the choice I had made. And in his eyes, he was congratulating me, praising me. I could have sworn I heard his voice in my mind, saying, you are learning, young one.

�Fly, you fools!� He said, then he let go. He fell down into the chasm.

�NO! NO!� Frodo screamed, as he was carried away by Boromir. Even though I knew in my heart that I had done right, it didn�t stop my heart wrenching. I had made a decision that would put me on the bad side either way.

I turned and ran after the rest of the Fellowship.

�Aragorn!� Boromir called. Aragorn was still staring into the chasm. The Ranger turned and ran back, and we all ran together.
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We soon emerged from the Mines, into the bright snowy mountains. It stung my eyes, and I stumbled slightly, before glancing down. My tunic was ripped and soaked with blood. My face hurt badly from the firm backhander, and my leggings were sticking to my legs from skidding across the bloodied floor. I was a mess, pure and simple.

The grieving was finally catching up with them. Sam sat down on a rock, head in hands as he wept. Boromir was holding a fighting Gimli back, as though the Dwarf was trying to re-enter the mines. Merry and Pippin were comforting each other.

Legolas was standing off from everyone else, a look of disbelief and sadness on his face. My siblings were huddled together: Jack was frowning, Tommy had a sad but accepting expression, one I had seen too many times before, and Penny was shaking and crying softly.

I just felt empty. I knew this wasn�t the end, but that didn�t matter. It�s the same as knowing that someone is dying in advance � you know they were on their way to death, but that didn�t soften the blow at all.

�You,� a voice said. I glanced down at Frodo. His eyes were filled with tears, some spilling over onto his cheeks. Those big blue eyes were filled with anger. �You knew. You know everything. Why did you not save him? You could have saved him!� His voice was rising, causing everyone to look our way.

�I had to let it happen,� I said, my voice coming out scratchy as tears started to nestle along my bottom lid. �I had to.�

�Why?!� Frodo cried. �We need him! And now he�s gone, because of you! You could have saved him��

�Frodo,� Aragorn said gently. I noticed everyone staring at me.

I made sure that everyone knew that I was aiming this at all of them, and I said, �Trust me when I tell you that he will be back.�

�That is not possible,� Gimli roared. �Did you not see what happened back in those mines, girl?!�

�I did and I knew it would happen before it even occurred,� I replied heatedly, my own voice raising. �As Frodo here said, I know everything that will be happening on this mission, I have from the first. Please believe me when I say that this is not the end. Mithrandir will return.� The urge to cry was almost too much, but I widened my eyes (for some reason this clears my tears away) and turned away.

Aragorn lowered his head, and the uncomfortable silence that had only the soft sounds of the other three hobbits and my sister weeping was broken when he said, �Legolas, get them up.�

�Give them a moment, for pity�s sake!� Boromir cried.

�By nightfall these hills will be swarming with Orcs,� Aragorn replied bluntly. �We must reach the woods of Lothlorien. Come Boromir. Legolas, Gimli, Tommy, Jack, get them up.�

I barely noticed as they gathered the mourners together to start towards Lothlorien. I was too busy trying not to cry. They were colder towards me now, most definitely. I was wounded, some of it inflicted by myself to myself, some of accidental, some of it from battle. The pain was almost overwhelming, but not as bad as the pain in my head, or the lump in my throat. I felt I had made a mistake, no matter how much my mind told me it was right.

�Frodo! Frodo!� Aragorn called. I turned slightly to see that Frodo had been walking away from the group. The Ringbearer stopped, then turned around. His big blue eyes still held the tears, and one gently slipped down his cheek.

One of my own mirrored it.
A/N: What Carrie says on the Bridge of Khazad-D�m is: �Do not say anything. Do not question me. Anything you say might cause a dramatic change for the future. Just be still.�
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