Disclaimer: I don't own these people and I promise to give them back!
Authors Note: Hello. this is my first fanfiction. It's short and I really want to know what people think so I can write more. But if you hate it, yeah sure flame the rat, what the heck, we're easy targets.
"Bar the doors!" Balin's voice echoed through the dark cave of his strong fortress. The sound of large bolts and locks, clanged shut.
"Arm your posts!" He yelled. The other Dwalfs readied their crossbows and axes. "Ready?" He questioned his small force.
"Open the doors!" The door opened and in flooded goblins, chittering to each other in glee with the knowledge of victory. This was true. The goblins were outnumbering them four to one. Balin knew this, but he wound not betray his fellow dwalfs by running away. The first goblins net his force and metal met bone as axes swung forward at the enemy. The goblins fell back coughing black blood to the floor.
More and more goblins poured through the doorway and again were hacked down by his force. He smiled at his loyal bodyguards. His smile faded as a scream came out of the battle scene. The first Dwalf to be brought down in the carnage. Filled with rage, Balin ran forward towards the goblins like a mad bull waving his axe as easy as a child with a rattle. He sent goblins hurling back into their line. He hacked down another goblin and readied himself again, only to find that it was over. Bodies littered the floor of the hall in the centre, by a cave troll and three very pround looking Dwalfs.
His remaining force was twenty Dwalfs and himself. He waled over to them and was about to congratulate them when suddenly, a roar came from the hall. They all looked at each other.
"A cave troll?" One young Dwalf asked
"No." Balin said "Bigger!"
Suddenly, fire erupted through the door swallowing up seventeen dwalfs. Balin ran to the great hall, followed by the three dwalfs. In front of them, stood a monsterous creature made of fire and darkness. I was as tall as a great tower and held a blade of fire and a whip of molten rock. It lashed at the Dwalfs with the whip, hitting two and blasting them into flame. Balin and his personal guard stood watching the beast rise to it's full height.
"Run lad" Balin said quietly to his companion. The young Dwalf was shocked at his proposal. "Tell the others about this place. Tell them to find Gandalf the Grey!"
The warrior nodded and ran to the secret exit and out to find help. Balin turned his attention to the cursed beast.
"Alright sonny!" He yelled upwards. "Lets see what you got!"
If the beast understood it showed no sign. Balin readied his throwing axes. He let two fly towards the beast. They struck home in its chest. The beast brushed it off and roared again. Balin was getting worried. How could he beat this thing? The monsters blade crashed downwards aimmed at Balins head.
Just before Balin was struck down, he sent a pray to the heavens that Gandalf would come and destroy the beast in revenge of what it did to his family and friends.
Authors Note: Hello. this is my first fanfiction. It's short and I really want to know what people think so I can write more. But if you hate it, yeah sure flame the rat, what the heck, we're easy targets.
"Bar the doors!" Balin's voice echoed through the dark cave of his strong fortress. The sound of large bolts and locks, clanged shut.
"Arm your posts!" He yelled. The other Dwalfs readied their crossbows and axes. "Ready?" He questioned his small force.
"Open the doors!" The door opened and in flooded goblins, chittering to each other in glee with the knowledge of victory. This was true. The goblins were outnumbering them four to one. Balin knew this, but he wound not betray his fellow dwalfs by running away. The first goblins net his force and metal met bone as axes swung forward at the enemy. The goblins fell back coughing black blood to the floor.
More and more goblins poured through the doorway and again were hacked down by his force. He smiled at his loyal bodyguards. His smile faded as a scream came out of the battle scene. The first Dwalf to be brought down in the carnage. Filled with rage, Balin ran forward towards the goblins like a mad bull waving his axe as easy as a child with a rattle. He sent goblins hurling back into their line. He hacked down another goblin and readied himself again, only to find that it was over. Bodies littered the floor of the hall in the centre, by a cave troll and three very pround looking Dwalfs.
His remaining force was twenty Dwalfs and himself. He waled over to them and was about to congratulate them when suddenly, a roar came from the hall. They all looked at each other.
"A cave troll?" One young Dwalf asked
"No." Balin said "Bigger!"
Suddenly, fire erupted through the door swallowing up seventeen dwalfs. Balin ran to the great hall, followed by the three dwalfs. In front of them, stood a monsterous creature made of fire and darkness. I was as tall as a great tower and held a blade of fire and a whip of molten rock. It lashed at the Dwalfs with the whip, hitting two and blasting them into flame. Balin and his personal guard stood watching the beast rise to it's full height.
"Run lad" Balin said quietly to his companion. The young Dwalf was shocked at his proposal. "Tell the others about this place. Tell them to find Gandalf the Grey!"
The warrior nodded and ran to the secret exit and out to find help. Balin turned his attention to the cursed beast.
"Alright sonny!" He yelled upwards. "Lets see what you got!"
If the beast understood it showed no sign. Balin readied his throwing axes. He let two fly towards the beast. They struck home in its chest. The beast brushed it off and roared again. Balin was getting worried. How could he beat this thing? The monsters blade crashed downwards aimmed at Balins head.
Just before Balin was struck down, he sent a pray to the heavens that Gandalf would come and destroy the beast in revenge of what it did to his family and friends.