As we reached the walls of Moria, a distant feeling, as if something bad was going to happen was growing in my heart.
“Ah, the walls of Moria.”
Gimli said, quite happy. I reminded myself that I was going to see Balin again, and tried to smile. But the feeling was still there, and as I got closer to the wall it got worse. I felt cold, something I hardly ever felt. I felt as if we should turn around, but pushed it aside. We did not have any other choice.
“It reads: Doors of Durin, lord of Moria. Speak, friend, and enter.”
Gandalf translated the elvish text surrounding the doorway. I was not sure if he had said something before that, I was lost in the feeling, trying to find out where it came from.
“Annon edhellen, edro hi ammen! Fennas nogothrim, lasto beth lammen!”
Gandalf said, holding his staff against the door. Yet it did not open, so he tried to push. That did not work either, and so we were stuck, until he remembered the correct words. Bill the pony was let go.
“Mines are no place for a pony. Even one so brave as Bill.”
Aragorn said, having helped Sam with Bill. As Bill was let go, he turned to me. Keeping an eye on Legolas, walking around a bit away.
“What is going on?”
He asked, not demanding an answer. He was just curious.
“You would not understand.”
I told him.
He said, and made me smile. The splashing of the water, from Pippin throwing stones into the water, caught my attention.
“Do not disturb the water.”
I said to him, jumping forward and pulling him back.
“You do not know what lies in these waters.”
I warned him, clearly sensing something.
Legolas asked, sounding concerned. So we were talking again? I thought to myself.
“I feel something… bad…”
I said, not sure how to explain the feeling.
“Are you gifted?”
“No. She is too young.”
Legolas said, not giving me a chance to answer and reminding me of his words. I was a child in his eyes. I pushed Pippin a bit further away from the edge of the water, before letting go of him.
“It’s a riddle. What is the elvish word for friend?”
Frodo said all of the sudden, saving me from looking Legolas in the eyes.
Gandalf answered, and so the door opened. We could move on, still the feeling would not leave me. Why?