They had been in the endless dark of Moria for a long time. It had been after nightfall when they had entered. Emilie was losing track of time. All she knew was that she hated the fact that she couldn’t see anything. It was pitch black. The only thing that allowed her to press on with the Fellowship was the firm hold of Legolas’s hand. He had helped her traverse the paths of Moria. Gandalf did not want to risk too much light. Finally they stopped. There were three tunnels that led to the right, left, and straight ahead.
“I have no memory of this place,” Gandalf announced.
Gandalf sat down in silence and it seemed as though he was thinking deeply. Everyone took rest.
“I am to weary to decide and I expect you all are as weary as I. We had better halt here for what is left of the night. You know what I mean! In here it is ever dark but outside the late moon is riding westward and the middle night has passed.”
Sam kept pouting about Bill and how the wolves might have got him. Emilie did not even listen to the sound of Pippin’s stomach growling and his mouth griping of the lack of food in it. All she knew was that she hated the dark. She hated Moria though Gimli didn’t understand her. Legolas and Elenya sat together against the wall. They coudn’t see anything nor where the others took their places. Elenya lay against Legolas’s shoulder. She hated the dark so he gave her comfort. For he was the only one who truly understood her great pain, while Gimli seemed somewhat exasperated by her. Legolas wrapped an arm around her shoulder and caressed the soft skin there.
“I used to love the dark. No more,” she said wiping a tear away.
“I understand your sorrow. You are an elf who loves the light and the stars even more than life itself. To be away from them and also in this endless black hole is almost death itself!”
“Thank you, Legolas. What a comfort!” she said sarcastically.
“Oh, I apologize. I should not be speaking.” Maybe there is some gentleman in him.
“Oh, I don’t mind. For I know we will be out of it soon. Hopefully.”
He turned his face to her. He could not see her face and faintly could see her outline. He could see the silver dress though and touched its fabric.
“I can barely see you.”
He ran his fingers up and down her arms and moved them to her neck and then to her face.
“What are you doing?” she asked taking one hand that rested on her neck.
“Trying to see you. I am not used to this dark either. I miss your eyes. That was the first thing I loved about you. Their blueness entrapped me.”
“No, I apologize. I shouldn’t have said that. But I can’t explain it.”
He put his hand across her cheeks. She felt him moving closer to her. At this moment she was glad of the dark. No one could see them. He brushed a hand across her cheek moving strands of hair away from her face.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked.
She didn’t speak. She choked as his lips brushed against hers in a tender kiss.
“I love you.”
“Do you truly?”
“That is a problem.”
“Why?” he asked, sounding confused.
She didn’t finish for Gandalf spoke.
I have decided upon the left passageway. For the air smells not as foul down there. Whenever in doubt always follow your nose,” Gandalf told Pippin.
Emilie was glad. She felt uncomfortable around Legolas. She walked to Frodo’s side. They followed Gandalf through the left tunnel. They came to the great dwarf city of Dwerendil. Gandalf’s light shone on the long stone pillars carved out by the dwarves. It was an amazing site. But as they walked, the Chamber of Mazarbul. Gimli rushed into it quickly for the beam of light which came from it excited him. The others followed.
Inside rested the coffin of Balin. Gimli knelt down beside it and wept for his cousin. Emilie shared his sorrow and nearly cried with him.
“Here lies Balin son of Fundin Lord of Moria,” Gandalf said.
“He is dead then. It is as I feared,” Frodo spoke.
Gimli continued his lament. But Pippin became intrigued by the well resting near the coffin. He inched toward it as Gandalf picked up a book held by the dead skeleton of a dwarf. He began to read. Emilie rushed to Pippin’s side for she knew what he was going to do and she would be there to prevent it.
“They have taken the Bridge and the second hall,” Gandalf read. ” We can not get out. We can not get out. Frar and Loni and Nali have fallen. The Watcher in the Water took Oin. We can not get out. The end comes drums drums in the deep. We can not get out. They are coming!”
Emilie was to late to stop it for she was caught up in listening to Gandalf’s reading. Pippin touched the skeleton resting on the wall. The helmet fell into the wall. Plunk! It fell into the wall and seemed to echo through the whole of Moria. Emilie stopped the rest of the skeleton from falling, but the helmet was enough. The echoes finally ceased. Pippin began to blush and felt angry with himself. Gandalf closed the book with a thud.
“Fool of a Took!” he scolded. “Next time throw yourself in and rid us of your stupidity!”
Elenya laid a hand on Pippin’s shoulder. Poor Hobbit. He was just curious. Hmmm Curiosity Killed the Cat and it might us too!
Suddenly the drums were heard! They became louder and faster. It was as if huge hands were turning the very caverns of Moria into a large drum. There came an echoing blast: a great horn was blown in the hall and harsh cries were heard further off.
“They are coming!” Elenya cried.