He had just finished watching his goblin clan members be slaughtered by the nine who dared to enter the Mines of Moria. Even their cave troll did nothing to harm them. He thought that it killed one of the ones that are goblin sized, but it turned out the little rat had some shiny metal silk that protected him. He snarled as they ran through the dwarf's tomb and out the back. He followed them. His light armor allowed him full mobility, and he could have caught up to them if he wanted to but that would have been suicide. One goblin versus nine enemies wouldn't work. The goblins were used to working in numbers. As he ran he carried with him his bow. Slung across his back was his crudely made quiver. Inside it contained twelve arrows fletched with a crow's feathers. He ran along following them bow in one hand an arrow in the other. He saw more goblins descending from the pillars. The encircled the group. They cast out nasty screeches. He hated how the other goblins were. He was unlike them. Quickly he scaled one of the pillars to gain a vantage point on the group. He held onto it with his leg and notched an arrow into his bow aiming it at the elder man with a staff and sword. He sneered as he was about to release the arrow, but a shaking in the ground caused him to be distracted. It was quickly succeeded by a roar. His eyes went wide as he realized what it was. He returned his arrow to its quiver and slung his bow across his back. The other goblins started screeching and scaling the pillars. As soon as a hole opened up in the circle the group ran for it. It seemed as soon as they left the room the Balrog had entered. It promptly went about its way towards the group. It squashed a rather unlucky goblin with its foot. He laughed knowing the group wouldn't survive this monstrosity. He climbed the pillar to a crack in the ceiling. Using a series of shafts and little goblin made causeways he maneuvered his way to the only exit the group could use, but they would still have to pass the bridge of Khazad Dum. He watched as the old man stood his ground to the Balrog. He shouted a curse in goblin as he watched the creature fall into the endless chasm. Lucky for him it took the old man with him. He snuck his way out an alternate entrance to find the other eight sitting on the other side. One man tried to get them moving but only caused another to yell for him to give them a moment. He crouched down low onto his haunches and moved silently towards them. Drawing his bow he notched an arrow. He was directly behind two of the little ones. They hadn't noticed him so he drew back his bowstring. His ear twitched in his helmet as another bow was drawn. He looked to his right to see an arrow in his face. Startled he fell back to see an elf standing there. The elf shouted, "Strider a goblin here!" The main man with black hair ran over sword drawn and said, "What are you doing here out of your realm beast. He threw aside his bow and looked to the man labeled Strider. "Mercy, please!" spoke Gkoxs.
Hey this is H3av3nlyDaemon, but you knew that. :P This is my first chapter in my fanfic about if a Moria Goblin worked its way into the main story of LOTR. :) Enjoy and I'm open to any suggestions. Please review and this is my first work.
