Summary: This is a story about the Fellowship of the Ring. The story starts when The
Fellowship is making it’s way south from Rivendell to the Mines of Moria. They have not
yet attempted their passage of the red horn (Caradhras). In this story they meet Daniela, an
Everworlder who attempts to help them and ultimately changes the course of her people and
the future…

NOTE: I do not own any of these characters-they all are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. I
only own Daniela and the rest of the Everworlders. Also, I have tried to stick close to the
story line from the book, until a certain point, though I do alter a few lines and such.
REPEAT- I do not own any of J.R.R. Tolkien’s work! I have used some lines and dialogue
from the book but they are not my own! These great words were thought up by Tolkien
himself! Not I! I take no responsibility for them.

1
The sun shone brightly, cutting sharply through the cold air, the day the Fellowship departed
from Imladris, the Elven home of the Lord Elrond. Frodo could not help but wonder if his choice
had been a good one. His hand drifted to the chain on his neck until he felt the cool metal of the ring
under his fingers. He drew a deep breath. He knew what he had to do, but how could he do it? Even
now, as his hand lay on the ring he could feel its power and he knew that it would not be an easy
task letting it go. To tell the truth, he did not really know what he was getting himself into. Frodo’s
hand left the ring and hung at his side. He did not even want to think about it. His gaze wandered
around and he looked at each of the Fellowship. All of them had chosen to come with Frodo. He felt
deeply moved by this. Elrond had suggested each of them, except of course, Merry and Pippin, so
Frodo knew they would all be skilled and trustworthy.
Gandalf was ahead of Frodo. As the hobbit looked at the Wizard moving determinedly in
front of him, he felt a deep love for the old man. Gandalf had instantly jumped to Frodo’s side when
he learned that the hobbit would be taking the Ring. Frodo knew Gandalf would stick with him
through thick and thin. Beside Gandalf walked Aragorn, the skilled Ranger whom the hobbits had
met while in Bree. Aragorn had been in this country before and was guiding them now. Frodo now
glanced behind him. Merry and Pippin walked abreast only a few feet behind. Frodo smiled to
himself. Merry and Pippin had been told they could not go on the quest. They had been so
determined to go with Frodo that finally Gandalf had convinced Elrond to allow them to come.
Frodo was glad they were there. Behind the two chattering hobbits strode Gimli, the stout dwarf. He
carried his axe in his hand as if any moment an orc would jump out and attack him. Frodo smiled
to himself once more; he knew Gimli would be a skilled warrior.
Behind The dwarf walked the second man of the Fellowship-Boromir of Gondor. He was not
planning on going all the way to Mordor with the rest of the company, he was just travelling with
them to Gondor where he would stay and help to hold off the upcoming storm of Mordor.
Next came Sam. Frodo was very glad that Sam was coming. He knew that Sam would follow
him into a Dragon’s mouth if he didn’t trip over his own feet. Frodo also knew that Sam really had
no clue what he was getting himself into. He just trusted Frodo. Beside Sam walked another whom
they had picked up in Bree. Bill the pony. Sam had taken a liking to the stocky beast of burden, and
begged Frodo to allow him to come along. He seemed like good company to Sam.
Behind the pony and hobbit marched Legolas, an elf out of Northern Mirkwood. At the
moment his eyes seemed to be gazing everywhere, looking for any sign of danger. His eyes could
see very far and he could tell a sparrow from a finch a mile away. He was their rearguard and held
his bow at the ready.
Yes, they were all here for one purpose, thought Frodo grimly. They are all here to help rid
the world of evil, even if it means putting there own lives on the line. Frodo suddenly felt a deep
respect for them all. Even Bill the Pony.
They continued on for a few hours, mostly in silence. The day was cold and more then one
hobbit had suggested a fire. Finally they stopped and a small one was started. Gandalf started telling
everyone else his plans.
“I had wanted to make for the Redhorn pass but I do not yet know if it is safe. For now I can
only suggest that we try for it.”
“The redhorn pass-Caradhras the Cruel, it is called by the Elves,” said Gimli. “Barazinbar
by the Dwarves. It is a dangerous road.”
“All roads are dangerous now,” said Aragorn and at these words all fell silent.
They continued walking for a few more days. The weather seemed to give them no relief.
All the time the wind blew chill and the cold oozed across their faces and hands.
Early the next morning they crested a rowan-covered hilltop. Frodo saw, to his delight, the
sun rises.
“We have made good time,” said Gandalf in satisfaction.
Frodo nodded. “Yes, it is good to feel the sun on my face again,” and he threw back his hood
and let the sun wash over him. In the distance he could see mountains. Sam, standing beside him
was silent. His heart trembled. He had never known the world was so big.
“This is an ancient place called Hollin. Once, many long years ago, many elves could be
found here. We shall stay here the day and start again in the morning. There is a wholesome air
about Hollin. Much evil must befall a country before it wholly forgets the Elves.”
“That is true,” said Legolas sadly. “But the Elves of this land were of a race strange to us of
the silvan folk, and the trees and the grass do not now remember them. Only I hear the stones lament
them: deep they delved us, fair they wrought us, high they built us; but they are gone. They are gone.
They sought the Havens long ago.”

That night they would not risk making a fire, for Gandalf feared unfriendly eyes. He thought
the country was unusually quiet. That night it was Sam’s turn for first watch. Aragorn joined him.
Soon the others fell asleep and all fell eerily silent. Sam could here every breath drawn and released.
He could here the creaking of old Bill’s joints as he shifted positions. He agreed with Gandalf, it was
to quiet. Suddenly Aragorn pushed Sam to the ground. “Lie flat and be still!” he hissed into his ear.
Sam didn’t argue. He then heard the sound of many flapping wings and felt the rush of air above his
head. It was a few minutes before Aragorn would let him back up. Then he sprang over to Gandalf
and wakened him.
“Regiments of black crows are flying all over this land between the mountains and the
Greyflood,” he said. “And they have passed over Hollin. They are not natives here; they are crebain
out of Fangorn and Dunland. I do not know what they are about: possibly there is some trouble away
south from which they are fleeing; but I think they are spying out the land. I have also glimpsed
many hawks flying high up in the sky. I think we ought to move again this evening. Hollin is no
longer wholesome for us: it is being watched.”
“In that case so is the Redhorn Gate,” said Gandalf. “And how we can get over that without
being seen, I can not imagine. But we will think of that when we must. As for moving now, I am
afraid we have to.”
So the company packed up and left quickly, without fire or food, much to the disappointment
of Pippin.
Later that day, while the others ate, Gandalf and Aragorn sat together, discussing their path.
“We make now for the Redhorn Pass,” said Gandalf, pointing with his staff towards the
mountain. There may be many dangers on the road. What do you think of our course Aragorn?”
“I have thought ill of it from the beginning as you know Gandalf,” said Aragorn, staring at
the mountains ahead. “But dangers or no, this is the way we must take. There are no more mountain
passes to the south unless we travel all the way down to the Gap of Rohan-but that takes us to close
to Saruman and Isengard. And who knows which side now the marshals of the Horse-lord’s serve?”
“Who indeed,” agreed Gandalf. ” but there is another way, and not by the pass of Caradhras:
the dark and secret way that I have spoken of.”
“And let us not speak of it again! And I pray you do not mention it to the others. Not yet. Let
us first weigh these matters in our minds while the others rest.”
The next morning they set out again. They were all glad, in a sense, that they were taking
the snowy paths of the Redhorn pass and not the dark secret way they had all heard Gandalf speak
of. The very mention of it seemed to make Aragorn shudder. Anything the ranger was uneasy about,
the others were uneasy about as well.
Nearing the end of the day they were upon the white knees of Caradhras. The snow fell
thickly and gathered around their ankles, and Frodo could not make out Gandalf who was only a few
steps ahead of him. Finally Gandalf stopped.
“This is what I feared Aragorn,” he said, shielding his eyes from a sudden gust of wind.
“I feared it also,” Aragorn said, coming to stand beside the wizard. “But I fear other things
more. I expected snow, though not this low on the mountain.”
“Perhaps it is work of the enemy,” called Boromir over the driving snow. “I have heard of
him conjuring up storms to hinder others.”
“His arm has grown long indeed if he can conjure up snow from the north to trouble us from
300 leagues away!” Grumbled Gimli from behind Frodo.
Gandalf looked around at the falling snow and nodded slowly, “His arm has grown long.”

2
After another hour or two of trekking through the deep snow of Caradhras, Boromir called
to the front, “We must stop! Half of us are dead on our feet!” The column halted.
“Let us a build a small fire, I do not think there could be anyone to see us, and if there is and
they can stand such weather, there is no hope for us.” Aragorn said, attempting to light a fire. Finally
Gandalf had to intervene and use his staff. The fellowship huddled close to the wall of the cliff for
as much shelter as possible.
The next morning they awoke to find that the snow had stopped falling.
“Caradhras is not finished with us! He will have more snow to fling. The sooner we get off
this mountain the better.” Gimli said, trying to make a path in the snow. It was above his head and
only the very top of his helmet was showing. It was agreed that they all must retreat and they began
trying to find a way through the deep snow.
“When heads are at a loss then bodies must serve,” cried Boromir. “Come, Aragorn, the
strongest must seek a way. Let us force a path thither you and I!” Aragorn and Boromir set out
through the snow using their bodies as plows, working a path into the snow. The others sat and
watched miserably.
Suddenly Legolas sprang up, “The strongest must seek a way say you? Well I say: let a
plowman plow but choose an otter for swimming and for running light over leaf and twig, and snow-
an elf!” and with that he leapt on top of the snow. He did not sink in but rather floated on top of it,
leaving little imprints. “Farewell,” he cried. “I go to seek a path even you hobbits could endure!”
and he was off like a shot, soon passing the toiling men. Many hours passed before the three of them
returned.
“We have forced a path for some ways but it is too deep and too long.” Boromir said,
gratefully receiving a drink of water from Merry.
“Yes,” replied Legolas. “But a little ways ahead from where you stopped the snow on the
right is no more than a drift and not wider than a wall. And on the other side the snow suddenly
grows less and even you hobbits would find it no more than a white coverlet to cool your feet!”
“It is as I thought,” growled Gimli. “That was no ordinary storm, it was the ill will of
Caradhras!”
“Well then let us get off this accursed mountain!” exclaimed Frodo.
“But the drifts, though a path was forced, are still deep! What are us hobbits to do?” asked
Pippin.
“Have no fear. I am weary but I will carry you.” Boromir said, lifting Pippin onto his
shoulders and starting through the snow. Aragorn bore Merry and together, with Legolas following
on the snow above them they made there way to where Legolas had reported the drift. It was as he
said and with ease the men pushed through it, setting the hobbits down on the other side, where they
waited with Legolas while the two men went back for the other hobbits. It was not long before the
whole company was togther and making their way down the mountain.
They walked until they were off the mountain, which took until dusk. At the first suitable
site they flung themselves down in fatigue.
“What now, Aragorn?” Asked Gandalf. “Where shall we go now.”
Aragorn looked wearily at Gandalf, “I almost lead you to disaster in the snow, I will follow
you know Gandalf.”
“Though I think we should take the way I spoke of, I want everyone to agree. Frodo, there
is another way. We could go through the Mines of Moria.” At the mention of the name everyone fell
silent and still but Gimli, who lifted his head, a fire smouldering in his eyes.
Frodo looked around at the drawn and tired faces of the company. Gimli spoke up, “I will
follow your path into the Mines Gandalf! Long have I wanted to look on the Great Halls of Khazad-
dúm!”
“I would be glad to have you with me my good Dwarf!” Laughed Gandalf. “But what do the
others want?”
“I would go with you also Gandalf.” said Aragorn heavily.
” I will not go unless the vote is against me! What does Legolas say? And the little folk?”
said Boromir.
“I do not wish to go to Moria.” said Legolas.
For a length Frodo was silent. Finally he said, “I do not wish to go to Moria, but I also do not
want to refuse the advise of Gandalf. Come! we are weary! Let us vote in the morning when out
minds are cleared! Oh how the wind howls!” at these words all fell silent and listened to the wind
whistling through the trees.
Suddenly Aragorn leapt to his feet. “How the wind howls!” he cried. “It is the howling of
wolf-voices. The wargs have come west of the mountains!”
“Need we wait until morning then?” said Gandalf. “It is as I said. The hunt is on! Even if we
live to see the dawn, who now will wish to journey south by night with the wild wolves on his trail?”
“How far is Moria?” asked Boromir.
“20 miles as the wolf runs.”
“Then let us start tomorrow.” said Boromir. “The wolf that one hears is worse than the orc
that one fears.”
“True!” said Aragorn, readying his sword, “but where the wolf howls there the orc prowls.”
There was a great ring as the hobbits, Aragorn, Boromir and Gandalf drew there swords.
Gimli readied his axe and Legolas has a arrow on the string of his bow. Gandalf strode forward into
the night as little pinpoints of yellow shone through the darkness .
“Be gone hounds of Saruman! Before I shrivel you from tail to snout!” The many yellow eyes
moved closer to the Fellowship and they realized they were surrounded. Suddenly a giant warg leapt
at Gandalf. There was a twang and it fell dead at the wizards feet, and arrow imbedded in it’s chest.
Suddenly wargs leapt from each side, their yellow eyes flashing and their teeth bared with saliva
running down their chins. Swords slashed, Gimli’s axe hewed. The bow of Legolas sang, but they
were being overwhelmed. They fought feverishly, warg blood coloured the ground a sickly brown.
But no matter how the friends fought, there seemed to be an endless amount of the snivelling
creatures-and the Fellowship were beginning to tire.
Suddenly there was a great whiney, but it did not belong to Bill. A huge white horse leapt
through the darkness, it’s rider unsheathing a sword. He rode into the battle, swinging his sword and
slicing through the wargs, killing them faster than the creatures could endure. With howls of
contempt, the wolves fled into the night. The strange rider dismounted, a low hood hiding his face.
Aragorn, sheathing his sword, bowed low to show his thanks. The others followed his example. The
rider laughed and dropped his hood. The Fellowship stared. It was not a he-but a she!