Nakoma's P.O.V.

Frodo stumbles,  falling back down  the snowy slope.

"Frodo!" Aragorn catches him, picking him up.

Frodo brushes the snow off of himself,  but panics when he realizes the ring is no longer around his neck.

Farther up the slope, Boromir pick it up. Gandalf turns around. Everyone looks worried, and I know I am.

Even after everything we've done so far...Boromir is a good man, but still, he seems easily corrupted.

Now the ring dangles in front of face.

"Boromir," Aragorn Warns him sternly.

"It's a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing." He seems mesmerized.

My hand rests on the hilt of my sword as I look to Aragorn.

"Such a little thing..." He reaches a hand up to touch it.

"Boromir!" Aragorn yells.

"Boromir, stop!" He suddenly jolts our of his trance.

"Give the ring to frodo." Aragorn  orders.

Looking shocked, he walks over to frodo, holding out the ring.

Frodo snatches the ring quite frantically.

"As you wish! I care not." He pauses, ruffling Frodo's hair, before turning,  with the large Gondorian shield covering most of his back.

"Do not let him out of your sights." Aragorn tells me quietly.

"I don't plan on it."

Aragorn and Boromir, who are thigh-deep in snow, are carrying the hobbits as we  struggle on through the snow.

Legolas walks by, easily floating on top of the snow.

Stupid elf!

He walks to the front of the group, listening.

"Culva nwalca carnirasse; nai yarvaxea rasselya!" A dark voice echoes over the landscape.

Wake up cruel redhorn, May your horns be bloodstained...

"There is a fell voice on the air!" Legolas calls over the sound of the wind and the voice.

"It's Saruman!" Gandalf cried.

A loud cracks can be heard overhead, and great chunks of rock fall, narrowly missing us.

"He's trying to bring down the mountain! Gandalf!  We must turn back!" Aragorn yelled.

"No!" Gandalf steps forward.

"Losto Caradhras, sedho, hodo, nuitho I 'ruith!" He chanted back.

Sleep, caradhras, be still, lie still, hold your wrath...

"Culva nwalca carnirasse; nai yarvaxea rasselya; taltuva notto-carinnar!" Saruman tried still.

Wake up cruel redhorn, May your bloodstained horn fall upon the enemy heads...

Bright lightning strikes the mountain's peak, sending an avalanche down on us. In an instant, we're buried in snow.

All I feel is cold. Cold everywhere. Except...why is the ground...warm?

I push up against the snow on top of me, and the cold air hits my face.
I look down.

Of course. Of all the people I could have landed on.

Legolas...
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Hehehe... anyone have any ships so far??? Better yet,  since we all already know that this will be these two...Any ship names? 😉 well, I've got work to do today, so bye!!