Legolas thought she was joking,”I suppose Gandalf taught you that, didn’t he?” he laughed.
Kara didn’t answer, but had formed a triangled with her hands. Her eyes were closed, and she whispered,”Valdearg, ice-lighter, freeze his throat, cease his speach.” A small light had formed at the center of the triangle and moved to Legolas’ throat. He stopped laughing as the light covered his neck. He tried to say something, but couldn’t.
“No, actually, he didn’t. I was given that power. I believe it’s your watch, good night,” she said as she got up.
Legolas sprang after her, mouthing noiselessly. She got all the way to her bed before turning. She said,” Next time, don’t assume.” She lay down and fell asleep, leaving Legolas silent.
Next morning, the elf was still quiet. Everyone was packing up when Aragorn came over to Legolas and asked,”How did last night go?” He mouthed, for Kara still hadn’t given him his voice back.
Across the room, Kara dicreetly made a circle with her hands, palms facing each other, fingers on wrists, and muttered,”Domnu, warm his voice, let him speak.” Again, a light formed, but this time it went into Legolas’ mouth.
Suddenly, he could speak again. “We talked. Then I assumed,” his voice was cracking, but was soon back to normal,”that she was jesting about being able to do magic.”
“Ah, you would be surprised. She isn’t a full-fleged wizard, though. She can’t control the weather,” Aragorn explained,” and she can’t summon dragons, but she can cast very powerful spells when need be.”
“Such as freezing your voice?”
“That’s one of the simple ones she uses to play tricks on people, she’s horrible that way.”
They continued on in Moria. You all know about the battle in the chamber of the well, you all know about the flight to the Bridge, and you all know about the fall of Gandalf. I have chosen not to write about that because every time I read it, it just saddens me more. And it takes forever to type. However, I will continue from the point right after Gandlaf fell…
“Fly, you fools!”
Aragorn and Boromir struggled to get the hobbits out. Kara looked not to budge. Gandlaf was one of her dearest friends. Legolas had to tug on her arm four times before she exited the Mines, last.
Merry and Pippin were huddled together on the ground sobbing. Sam was shaking ferociously. Gimli was bent in grief. Frodo was wandering blindly, eyes clouded with tears.
“We’ve got to get out of these hills,” Aragorn cried.
“Give them a moment, for pity’s sake,” pleaded Boromir.
Kara said, just loud enough for those near her to hear,”I’m going back.”
“No!” Aragorn shouted, running to catch her limp, falling body before it hit the ground.