"Come on; let's go before the Author decides to send a hoard of Orcs at us," Strider said without another moments hesitation.

"What does that matter? Were all going to DIE anyways," Boromir said, kicking a rock into the river Nimrodel.

 "Well you're alive now, so enjoy it. Besides, you have entered the forests of Lorien. But alas, it is winter, for in the spring, the leaves of these trees turn gold, or so it is said," Legolas said,  looking down at the Nimrodel, "I would sing you a song of the maiden of Nimrodel, for she was as fair and musical as the river itself. But I cannot. For that would just be humiliating."

"Let us rest here, for I fear the hobbits cannot go further tonight," Aragorn said. They all sat down around the small bubbling stream. The Company sat down, all were extremely tired. Still, Aragorn and Legolas were not content. Each stood erect, turning around at the slightest sound.

"We must set out as soon as possible," Legolas said, "I am not familiar to these woods--" Suddenly, he felt a blade pressed hard on his throat. Aragorn too, felt a blade at his back. The hobbits, roused from their sleep, woke to see the sharp points of arrows. Even Gimli, with his legs planted firmly apart, held his ax tightly in both hands; ready to impel it into the neck of anyone who dared to come close.

An Elf walked from behind the shrubbery. He removed his own sword from his scabbard and pointed it at Legolas chest. He motioned for the other Elf to get out of the way.  "Eight companions, lost in the Elven forests of Lorien. Yet there is only one Elf, four Halflings, two men and-" he paused, turning his stern glare at Gimli, who returned the unfriendly gaze, "a Dwarf."

He slipped the sword back into its sheath. "There is no need to fear us. We've been watching you, for he breathes so loud we could shoot him in the dark, while blindfolded, ear-plugged and weaponless." he shot a glance at Aragorn, who stood still because an arrow was still pressed against his back. He signaled for all the other elves to leave the Company in peace.  "Weve been watching you, for days, and witnessed when you were speaking to the Narrator--"

Im the Author. Get that strait, or Ill send the Wargs after you.

"-the Author then."

Very good Haldir. There is a difference between Authors and Narrators. For one thing, I control the Narrator.

"So he, or she, just says whats happening? Does he (or she) go along with whats happening? Or is he (or she. Could you please tell me which?) a slave of your will?" Gimli asked.

No, the Narrator isnt really a person, or a him or her.  But I express myself through him/her. Except for now, because Im talking to you directly- which Im not supposed to do. As for your actions, thats when he/she describes what you do. But you can do whatever you want.

"You know what I dont get? How is it that you are able to control us? I mean, I could go back to Mirkwood, and you wouldnt be able to stop me?" Legolas said.

I could control you; you could be a slave of my story.  Not be able to speak what you want, moving according to what I think would work right. A slave, for I control your eyes, what you see and what you don't see. I'll give you an example...

 Frodo suddenly felt like someone was squeezing his lungs, pulling them into a rhythm that he couldnt control. Someone or something began to seize his muscles, he fought this sensation, but soon, he was engulfed by it. He tried to turn his head to see what was happening to Sam and the other Hobbits, but he found he couldnt.

I control what you do Frodo. Dont try to fight, you will never win

Frodo began to panic, he expected to hear his heart beating hard and fast, but he heard only its calm rhythmic pulsing. He tried to run but he felt like his feet were glued to the floor. Suddenly the Author released her hold and Frodo breathed in his own uneven pattern. He stumbled backwards into Strider.

You become a prisoner in your own mind. But I am not a sadist writer, or as we call them, Control Authors. They dont allow any of the characters to do anything according to their will. Besides, life is better when the unexpected happens.

"Yeah, I like it better this way too," Sam said.

Most characters do. Continue on, my book is not yet finished.

"Yes, the Lady of Lothlórien is waiting," Haldir said, "please follow in a single filed line, Legolas and the Ring- bearer first, and the others in whatever order you want. There are to be many stairs, so those who wish to stop are complete wusses."

Chapter 4

The bathroom Mirror of Galadriel

            "So... many ...stairs... cant ...walk ...much.. longer..." Gimli groaned.

            "Lady Galadriel," Haldir said, falling to one knee and bowing his head, "I bring you these weary travelers, as you have insisted." The Company was stunned. Here in front of them was the fairest Elven Lady they had ever set eyes on. Clothed in white, her deep blue eyes shone out like early sunrays.

            "Get up, Haldir of Lórien, do not bow to me, never to me," she said, her voice rang out clearly, seeming to echo off all walls, then, finally into their ears. She turned her head slowly in the direction of Legolas, "Legolas, son of King Thranduil, a messenger of Silvian. I can see, much doubt clouds your mind." Her eyes met Legolas as she held her gaze, Frodo noticed him begin to fidget. Finally, he looked down, unable to hold contact. Her gaze passed Frodo, and onto Sam.

            "And Sam Gamgeeee, faithful servant of the Ring- Bearer. Your devotion to him will prove well," a small smile flickered upon her fair face. "Boromir, yes, Boromir, elder brother to Faramir, is that correct? Yes, there is still hope for Gondor, although you cannot see it," she turned again, Meriadoc and Peregrine. The lighthearted hobbits, keep your sprits high. Gimli, the Dwarf, let us all recognize now, that dwarfs aren't all bad. Durin's bane was such an long time ago."

            "And Aragorn," She walked towards him, "son of Arathorn, the rightful heir to Gondor's throne. Yet he chooses exile. "There are many things you could teach, yet more there is for you to learn." She touched the Elfstone that hung on his neck. "Ah, my own Arwens. I see that she has chosen a mortal life to be with you." She smiled and Aragorn looked downwards.

            She moved back to Frodo, now he could understand why no one could withstand her gaze. Her crystal blue eyes seemed to pass through him seeing all his faults, triumphs and doubts. "Frodo, you have gone through so much, yet there is still so much more you must endure before you can return home. But remember, you have the love of Galadriel of Lórien, and that may be a weapon that Sauron does not have." Through all of this, he realized that the Elf lady had not opened her lips.

            "Give them a place to rest for the night," she instructed, "for they are weary and in need of sleep."

            Merry yawned, it seemed forever since he had a wink of sleep. But most of them were too grieved by the loss of Gandalf--

            Whoa Narrator, watch it. Gandalf isnt dead.

            Sorry about that.

            You should be.

            "What? I thought you said the Narrator wasnt a person! But she- or he- is talking to us slash you," Gimli said.

            I hired a Narrator person.

            "Oh, that would make sense," said Gimli, "but it is a he or she?"

            A she.

            "Who?" Aragorn asked.

            My other half.

            "What?" said Legolas.

            My other half. I have devoted one half of myself to being Narrator, and the other to continue being Author. I found it strange to keep saying is it a he or she?. Youre the one who irks me, Gimli. The chapter is almost over, and I have to get The Mirror of Galadriel in. I dont think Ill be able to.

            "Then start a new chapter now," Pippin suggested.

            Fine, I will.

Chapter 5

 Galadriels Bathroom Mirror

The second attempt

            Merry yawned, it seemed like forever since they had last slept. They were in a talan, a platform high above the trees. Legolas was crouched in the corner, his hair still wet from taking a shower. He had his eyes open, focused no where, while humming a soft elvish tune to himself.

            Aragorn sat in the opposite corner to him, grumbling about something. From him oozed a puddle of water. The Elves had pushed him into a tub of water, claiming he had looked too dirty to be in the presence of the Lady of Lorien.

            Frodo sat by the edge, feeling a sudden calling from Galadriel. He stepped slowly town the ladder, Sam was sleeping, Gimli had his hand resting on his ax, snoring softly, Pippin and Merry had fallen asleep in each others arms. Boromir had his head tilted on his shoulder, he was breathing softly with a light smile on his face.

            Aragorn looked in the direction of Frodo, but made no attempt to follow as he wrung the water from his robes.

            Frodo walked without a destination. His feet were carrying him wherever they wanted to go. He walked up to a high talan, as he turned around; he was stunned to see Galadriel behind him. As good as hobbit ears are, he did not hear her approach.

       "I have been waiting," she said, then beconed him to follow her. Her footseps were light, and even, seeming never to touch the ground. The elf led him to a small clearing, infront of him stood a sink and a mirror. There also was a toilet in the corner with the seat pulled up. Galadriel went over and shut it. "Will you look into the Bathroom Mirror of Galadriel?"

       "What will I see?" Frodo asked.

"Who cares? just look."

Frodo stepped up on the stool. At first he could not see anything except for his reflection in the mirror.

"Not the mirror, you dingbat, look in the sink," Galadriel said.

            "Oh," Frodo leaned down and looked into the sink. There were calm ripples that rang around till they touched the edge of the porcelain bowl. Finally, when the water stilled, he saw the figures of his friends. Legolas had fallen asleep with his hands folded on his chest, Aragorn was now almost fully dry, and everyone else had not changed positions since hed left. Abruptly, the scene changed. No longer the face of the Company, it was now the scene of what looked like a mine.

            It was not a deserted mine, for what stirred in it was thousands upon thousands of Orcs. And Elves. Frodo squinted at their shapes, but there was no doubt in his mind now, those shapes were of elves. Fair they still where, but they were taken into slavery. Frodo watched in horror as one of the Elves fell. The mirror seemed to focus on this fallen elf; all fogginess from the mirror was gone, giving a clear picture of his face. Frodo's eyes widened, it was Legolas. So deep was the fear and loathing painted on his face that Frodo felt like ice was coursing through his veins. An Orc grabbed him by the back of the neck and made him get up- only to see him fall again. But this time, he did not get up. Gimli gave a sudden cry. Frodo hadnt noticed him there before, but there were plenty of Dwarves along with Elves. This did not comfort him either.

            Frodo took a moment to catch his breath, then he forced his eyes to look into the sink. The picture changed again.  He was back in the Shire, or what was left of it. A fire had sweeped through all the hobbit holes, leaving them as charred pits. There were no hobbits in sight, before he could comprehend all this, the landscape changed yet again.

There where the Nine Riders. But there was a tenth, a shorter one, riding not a horse but a pony. The scene would have been comical, if he werent so shaken by the first picture. Then he saw what was their unfortunate prey- Aragorn. He could run no farther, but would not go down without a fight. Aragorn took a breath and shut his eyes for a moment. He bared his teeth and ran towards his doom. The scene changed again to IT from Camazotz.

Camazotz?

Sorry, I just finished reading A Wrinkle in Time.

Dont do it again.

Sorry.

You spend half of your time apologizing.

I said I was sorry!

"No!" Frodo suddenly shouted, "No! I dont want to see any more of this! What is this new horror?"

Thats what you get when you look into a dirty sink.

"It is not dirty," Galadriel said hotly.

 "I will not fail!" Frodo cried.

That's what I said before ever math test- then I pass with 78%.

"That's still and B." 

Yeah, then hurry up, there is no more you need from the mirror. Begin your departure, this book is getting long.

Chapter 6

The Great River / The breaking of the Fellowship

I havnt enough time to write 2 chapters

"I give you you the light of... light," Galadriel said, handing Frodo a bottle of what looked like perfume.

"That's just perfume, I refuse to wear it," Frodo said.

"It is not." Not wanting further argument, the elves pushed the Company out into the river Anduin.

Sam groaned, 10 feet away from shore, he already felt sea sick.

            The Elves had given them three boats, Aragorn, Frodo and Sam  (who was throwing up over the side) in the front, Boromir, Pippin and Merry were in the middle and Legolas and Gimli in the back. Gimli, who refused to row, made Legolas do all the work.

            For three days and two nights they traveled in this fashion, eating the lembas probvided by the Elves of Lothlórien as they paddled.

            "It is time we rested without drifting," said Aragorn, and they steered their boats towards shore. Sam, who hadn't eaten anything because he thought that there was no point in eating and throwing up again, was glad, and immediately began to eat his lembas.

            "Where's Boromir?" Frodo asked.

            I- deleted him, its an easier death than being stabbed- shot with arrows--whatever.

            "So, he's gone forever?" Frodo said.

            No, I can always write him back in again. Besides, I found it creepy that his brother found him floating around. That would creep me out anyways.

            "Cant we say goodbye first?" Frodo said, "He did get us this far anyways."

            I suppose.

            Boromir suddenly appears before them, lost and disoriented.

            "Wha? Where am I?" he cried, "Aragorn! Some things are coming back now."

            "What is it like to be deleted?" Legolas ventured, "but I do not wish this to happen you myself," he added quickly.

            "Well, most of it is like floating around in white nothingness, along with junk mail, and old deleted pictures," he said, "but other than that, nothing much."

            "Where's Pippin and Merry?" Aragorn asked, looking around.

            Boromir pointed over the horizon, "There!" Merry was waving his hands around, and Pippin was yelling save us, save us! Legolas began to push his boat out to save them.

            "Legolas, come back! Youll never be able to reach them. And we dont need to cut our Fellowship down to four!" Aragorn cried.

            "Then I will die trying," he called back. He paddled with inconceivable speed, and at one point, he was able to reach out and grab their boat. Suddenly, they all disappeared over the falls of Rauros.

            "You killed them all?!" Aragorn shouted angrily.

            No, go look, dont jump to conclusions, I did say that I wouldnt kill Legolas, dont you trust me to keep my word?

            Not answering, they all ran to the edge of the falls. There they saw Merry and Pippin being hustled away by Orc henchmen. Legolas lay beached on the shore, deathly still.

            I said I wouldnt kill him, but he can kill himself by his own foolishness.

            "Oh yeah, great time to break the news," Gimli retorted.

 THE END