Hello my lovely readers! Here is another Fanfiction. I haven't been able to do much in the way of Fanfiction due to problems with Helicobacter Pylori, the overgrowth of bacteria in the stomach. I will catch up on other stories later on, but for now, enjoy this. Please read and review!
-WingedIceWolf
DISCLAIMER: THERE IS NO WAY IN FRIKIN MORDOR THAT I OWN LORD OF THE RINGS! LORD OF THE RINGS BELONGS TO J.R.R. TOLKIEN AND PETER JACKSON!
Gandalf The Grey bent down and pulled a crumbling, colored by dried blood book from the bony hands of a corpse. It seemed the old and damaged pages would simply disintegrate upon touch, many falling out upon the opening of the book. The wizard blew upon the old text, causing dust to fly into the air as a look of concern crossed his old face.
"We must move on, we cannot linger," Legolas said in a hushed voice to the Ranger standing beside him. Fear began to eat away at the elf, worm its way into his heart and play his insecurities like strings upon a harp. As soon as he had set foot in the mines, now nothing but a tomb and abundance for the goblins and orcs that dwelled within the walls, he wanted to coil back. But cowardice was not an option, nor would it ever be for the Prince of Mirkwood.
Gandalf read from the text, his grey-blue eyes following the Dwarvish runes. "They have taken the Bridge and the second hall," the Wizard read quietly. "We have barred the gates, but cannot hold them for long. The ground shakes. Drums in the deep. We cannot get out. A shadow moves in the dark. Will no one save us? They are coming."
Suddenly, a loud clang echoed throughout the room as the head of a corpse fell from its perch upon the well, tumbling and hitting against stone. Pippin had frozen in his place, turned and looked up at the Wizard as the rest of the corpse slunk down the well, causing bangs and clatters to echo throughout the mines. Shortly thereafter, a rusted bucket fell down the seemingly endless pit.
With every thud, clank, and bang, Pippin cringed. Finally, the dusty corpse and the chained bucket hit the last floor, sending a loud bang echoing throughout the mines. Gandalf snatched his hat and his staff from the hobbit's hold, anger burning in his eyes.
"Fool of a Took! Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity!" Gandalf growled. Pippin hang his head shamefully in response.
A silence fell over the nine members of the Fellowship as a deep boom sounded below.
Two roaring booms.
The booms began to grow louder and more deafening, like rolling thunder during a storm. Several, blood curdling shrieks, growls, and snarls began to fill the depths. The sound of feet slapping upon hard stone amplified their terror.
"Mr. Frodo!" Sam cried, looking to the Ring Bearer's belt where the Elvish Blade, Sting glowed ever so slightly, concealed by its sheathe. Frodo took up the hilt and slightly unsheathed Sting to find that the blade was glowing a bright blue.
"Orcs!" Legolas cried. Boromir rushed to close the wooden doors to Balin's Tomb, only to barely miss two arrows that penetrated the wood, wobbling. Despite the threat of the arrows, Boromir, with the aid of Aragorn and Legolas, slammed the door shut.
"Get back! Stay close to Gandalf!" Aragorn demanded, pushing the hobbits back and dropping his torch to aid in barring the wooden door, closing with a loud creak.
"They have a cave troll," Boromir said in an as-a-matter-of-fact way as Legolas began to throw them the axes that were scattered across the ground, stepping back and knocking an arrow to his bowstring. Gandalf unsheathed Glamdring, the other hobbits unsheathing their blades and huddling close together, eyes fixated upon the door.
Gimli leapt upon Balin's tombstone, two rusty axes in each hand. "Let them come!" he spat. "There is one Dwarf yet in Moria that still draws breath!"
The wooden door began to quiver, the tips of axes, spears, and swords breaking through the rot, tearing the door. Legolas shot an arrow through a gap in the door with a twang of his bowstring, the arrow hitting its target with a thump and a screech of pain, Aragorn following pursuit with his bow.
The door burst, sending splinters and chunks of wood across the room. At least twenty or more orcs flooded in, snarling and screaming as they swung blindly and recklessly. Legolas tried desperately to shield the hobbits with his own body, firing arrow after arrow into the thick and ugly head of the orcs, Aragorn unsheathing his blade and cutting through the fleshy limbs of the beings.
Boromir rammed his shield into the bodies and heads of the Uruk-hai dodging blows and blocking with his blade, delivering a series of uppercuts and other various attacks with the loud ring of steel meeting steel. Gandalf charged into the battle with a yell, the hobbits breaking from their huddle and duplicating the action.
Several severed heads rolled onto the ground, orcs screaming and hissing as they furiously attacked. The fellowship all stopped as an orc tugged on a chain, a large, pale skinned cave troll smashing through stone as it was dragged into the room, letting out a roar of rage.
Almost immediately, Legolas fired an arrow into the troll's shoulder, causing it to roar in both pain and anger as it brought down its large stone club, Sam barely managing to dive between the troll's legs to avoid the attack. Furious that the creature had missed its target, it turned to face the hobbit who was now cornered, raising its foot to end him, but the near-victory did not last long as the chain around the troll's neck began to tighten, being pulled back by Aragorn and Boromir.
The troll spun with yet another roar, swinging its large arm low enough to catch Boromir off guard and throw him into the upper wall as if he were a ragdoll, the Gondorian hitting his head against the cracked stone, collapsing and rolling off the edge onto the ground, temporarily down for the count.
Aragorn turned just in time to see an orc raise its blade over Boromir's head, who had barely regained consciousness. The orc was just about ready to drive the blade into the Gondorian's heart, Aragorn throwing his sword perfectly, in a manner that the blade impaled the orc's neck, giving Boromir enough time to regain his footing. Boromir glanced over at Aragorn who nodded in a quick "You're welcome".
Next was Gimli's turn to harm the pale skinned creature, hurtling his axe at its breast. The troll let out another scream, bringing the club down and smashing Balin's Tombstone into pieces. Gimli managed to jump off the tomb just in time to avoid being crushed, the hobbits hiding behind a pillar as the cave troll swung blindly, smashing orcs in the process.
Legolas once again found an opening and knocked two arrows onto his bowstring simultaneously, firing. The troll stumbled back, but Legolas found himself again surrounded by orcs, unsheathing his elven daggers, swift on his feet as he stabbed the blades into the tough flesh of his opponents.
The elf narrowly avoided the troll's whip-like chain, ducking down as it swung yet again, tearing through stone and sending debris across the room. Legolas managed to dodge the chain, drawing the troll closer and closer to a pillar until the creature lashed out yet again, the chain wrapping itself around the pillar, causing the troll to become trapped as it attempted to tear the chain free.
Legolas leapt upon the chain and ran across it, leaping onto the troll's back and releasing two arrows into the troll's head, leaping down as it swerved and screamed.
Sam smashed his frying pan into the heads of several orcs, feeling a bit more confident as they began to fall at his feet. "I think I'm getting the hang of this!" Sam breathed.
The three hobbits had rounded a corner, only to be met with the cave troll yet again. Pippin let out a cry of terror as the troll's club nearly smashed him, Merry and Pippin both being forced to dash to the left, separating them and Frodo.
"Frodo!" Aragorn yelled out before stabbing an orc in the stomach. Frodo hid behind a pillar and held his breath as the troll sniffed the air, him moving to a different side of the pillar in attempt to avoid the troll. He took a deep breath, believing he had lost it, but the troll appeared around the corner of the pillar and roared, saliva hitting Frodo's face as he fell back in surprise and fear, the troll's fat fingers closing around his leg and pulling him back.
"Aragorn!" Frodo screamed desperately, clutching onto a stone wedge. "Aragorn!"
The Ranger had rammed into the wall with a groan, looking to see Frodo struggling. Aragorn screamed "No!" before rushing to Frodo's aid, leaping in front of him and stabbing a spear into the troll's breast.
The creature swerved and roared as Merry and Pippin threw rocks at it in attempt to distract it, but the move only resulted in more anger, the troll's arm slamming into Aragorn, sending him crashing into a pillar. The terrible force caused Aragorn to lose consciousness, Frodo shaking him frantically as the troll brought down the spear, the hobbit reeling back in fear, trying to escape but cornered yet again like a frightened mouse.
Legolas's blue eyes widened upon seeing Aragorn unconscious and Frodo about to be penetrated. He scanned the room, trying to find a quick way to stop the attack, or at least throw the troll off course, but none of the fellowship members were near enough.
It was then that the prince made a decision, racing to Frodo's side without a second thought, just as the spear came hurtling at Frodo. Legolas held up his bow to block the attack, not even having the time to unsheathe his daggers, but like a twig, his bow snapped in half, the spear impaling his chest.
The Mirkwood Prince's own scream rang in his ears, feeling the cold steel against his flesh, the terrible pain that threatened to end him, face contorted in agony. Immediately, warm blood pooled from the fresh wound, crimson soaking him, dribbling out of his mouth and painting the stone ground.
"Legolas!" Frodo and several other voices cried, but already, their voices sounded distant. The room spun around Legolas before the elf unwillingly collapsed at Frodo's feet.
Aaaand there's a cliffie. Muahaha.
-WingedIceWolf