The drums beat loudly around the fellowship as they ran as fast as they could. Arrows whizzed past them as they moved along the pathways. Boromir who was in the lead running with Aragorn stopped short as a goblin appeared in front of them. Yet, before neither of them could react a cloaked figure came from seemingly nowhere and cut the goblin down quickly.

"Follow me if you want to live," He said quickly and moved quickly down another pathway. They didn't have a moment to think they just quickly moved after this cloaked figure. He stopped by a wall and pushed one of the bricks in an old passageway revealed itself and he let the fellowship go before him. He stepped in after them and the door closed behind them. "This way will be safe," He said as he moved around them to lead the group downward.

"Where are we going and who are you?" Aragorn asked him.

"I...I am no one anymore." He said his voice a bit quieter. "Just follow me. I can lead you out of these mines. There are other ways out that we can use to avoid the balrog and any orcs or goblins."

"The Balrog will find us here," Gandalf said.

"He won't these passageways will keep us away from him. They are also too small for them to follow us." He said.

Gandalf was then silent as he gazed at the cloaked figure as he followed him. He did turn to Gimli as he said, "You seem to know these paths well. I never knew they were here."

"Yes. Narvi and m- and Celebrimbor thought that having passages like this would be a good idea." He said. The stairway soon ended and came to a long corridor that had a few other doors. He brought them to the furthest one which led to another set of stairs. These passages were like a labyrinth, there were many twists and turns there. Stairs and doors that he brought them through. However, he seemed to know them all very well. Finally, he brought them to the door, and when he pushed it open sunlight shown into the hall.

"There you are." He said as he moved to the side as he let them pass. Gandalf stopped though in the doorway and turned to the figure. "You are him aren't you."

They were silent for a moment before he said, "I do not know what you mean."

Gandalf did not answer and just moved forward and took off the hood that kept their face covered. A scared elven face was shown. Scars lined around both his eyes as well as his mouth; as well as lining both his cheeks. In very short his face which once was very fair was a darkened mess. His light blue eyes were cold and his dark black hair was a bit tattered and cut messily. The length was once as long as all elves now came just past his shoulders. The elf turned away trying to move back into the halls but Gandalf took his hand and looked into his eyes.

"What happened?" He asked his voice gentle.

"That story is not a story for now," The elf replied his voice sounding tired and broken.

"Everyone thought you had died," Gandalf said.

"I know...perhaps I did die. That does not matter though you are out of Moira. You should go now." He said.

"Gandalf? What is going on? Who is that?" Frodo asked being the first one to speak up as he looked at the scared elf with confusion. Gandalf looked to the elf who sighed and stepped forward.

"My name is Celebrimbor. The once greatest smith of the second age." He said as for just a moment his former light came to him as he stood there before them.