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Smaug, you call your voice soft and friendly. The dragon in slumber rumbles an answer. How are you, my lady? He asks you, smiling. I'm okay, though; we are going through the mountains of Caradhras. They're very dangerous, I know. Smaug hums; yes, my lady, they are. You sigh. What shall I do? We cant turn now. Fear festers in your heart. If you turn, then maybe the mines of moria would be opened, but with the monsters that lurk there, there's nothing that can secure a safe passage. My dear, you've not talked to me in teh days you'd left. I fear you have... forgotten me. Smaug says, and you know he is shifting the subject, but you don't mind. Fear doesn't fit a dragon. You sigh. Yeah, I'm sorry, Smaug... I've had too much to do than speak with you. I'm sorry. Smaug sighs, and you feel yourself drift from his mind, then farewell my lady until we meet again. You come back to the real world aware of the deadly snow you walk upon like anything else. 

Yes, you are a human, but at the same time, you are not. Remember your shifter abilities? They give you the grace of the Eldar and the strength of a dragon. A force to be reconded with indeed. You suddenly hear a familiar rough voice and grit your teeth. "what is it, my lady?" Legolas asks as he comes up to you where you stand. "I hear a fell voice in the air" your eyes scan the wind and landscape. Saruman... "it's the white wizard, warn the others, " you say, but it's no need for it as Gandalf calls out, "It's Saruman!" a sudden loud crack resonates through our the billowing air, and you all look up seeing a chunk of ice, snow, and stone. "seven hells and orc breath" you curse under your breath. Aragorn suddenly calls out as the snow, ice, and rocks have passed. "He's trying to bring down the mountain. Gandalf! We must turn back!" Gandalf looks at him and yells a 'no' back. You sigh at the stubbornness of the wisest of the Maia. But you don't say anything. 

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You wake up in a cold closed place. The cold is so raw and biting tath in minutes your body will become numb even though you have a fire burning inside you. You growl and hear the footsteps and the voices of the fellowship as they dig each other out. You can only hope they will remember you, but why wouldn't they? You're their friend and guardian. Soon two strong arms drag you up with ease as if you were as light as a feather. you shake the snow off your head as you see two azure eyes finding yours "are you hurt, my lady?" Legolas asks, and you shake your head, snapping yourself out of the short daze you'd entered. "good," legoals answer, and you turn to help dig out the hobbits. "We must get off the mountain! Make for the Gap of Rohan and take the West road to my city! " Boromir shouts through the storm as you all are out and safe as you can be.

"The Gap of Rohan takes us too close to Isengard," Aragorn argues. you stay still, knowing this discussion is pointless. "We cannot pass over a mountain. Let us go under it. Let us go through the Mines of Moria." Gimli nimbly offers as he tries to regain the warmth he has. Gandalf is silent through all this, looking grimly at the fellowship. His eyes then find yours, and you nod, knowing his thoughts. We have to mithradnir. I fear the hobbits will not survive the coldness of the mountain. He knew you were right; he was only afraid for what was hidden in the depth of the darkness. he then speaks short and a final "Let the Ring-bearer decide. "

All eyes go to frodo, who looks at you all nervous. He then looks at his friends seeing that they are frozen like icicles. You feel pity for them and give them warmth as much as you can through your bond in their mind. by the time you've known each other, a bond grew between you and the hobbits. All of the fellowship. legoals and Gandalf, there was already one, but it grew stronger, reasonable, and better. frodo soon looked back at the grey wizard and said the feared words that you and the wisest of the maia feared. "We will go through the mines. " you and Gandalf look at each other, nodding.

"So be it," Gandalf says, and you all start your long trek down the same path you came. It's more easy-going downhill, but you knew that. You go beside frodo and sam, listening to their quiet words of conversation. "what is your favorite season, my lady?" sam asks, looking up t you. The question takes you off guard, and you chuckle. "uh, I believe it is spring when all things shine like new jewels from teh earth. When fawns and other animals get new families. When there's a new chance in the weather, a promise in the water of a better year than before." sam and frodo smile at each other, then look at you "that's a fine explanation, Tatsuo," frodo says, and your smile.

This journey might not be so bad after all.  

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