Disclaimer: You're probably wonder, "Why do a x-over between Inheritance, and LotR?" Well, Inheritance is overall copied from LotR, so there's your answer.
Part I
Prologue
The Elves readied their bows, ready to attack. They kept the Urgals at the front of their minds, and at the back of their eyesights'. They stood still in the trees, as the Urgals stepped silently, and cautiously around the trail down at Rivendell. They knew that this was elf territory.
The Elves were lucky, the Urgals did not see their rich, velvet capes and hoods about them as they quickly and quietly moved. Their orders from Elrond were to wait, and if there was any sound, to began an attack.
The Urgals were lucky, they had not made any sound that the Elves could hear, and were nearer to their destination, the Misty Mountains. The penultimate Urgal at the front of the line, stopped…he had stepped on a twig.
The Elves sprang out from the bushes, and shot their arrows at them, the Urgals didn't bother fighting, they were outnumbered, tired, and they were close enough to their destination that they could easily retreat to it. They ran.
Chapter I
The moist, damp rain drizzled down the mountain peak. The Urgals stuck to the wet, treacherous path. It was very near to the edge. Lighting flashed above them, as the roaring thunder boomed. The rain began to come down on them harder.
They continued on the journey, but the hazy rain blurred their vision. Not a good sign. Their eyesight was bad enough already. It came down hard upon them. It was bad enough that they had to use the Misty Mountains, but at least it wasn't as bad as having to go through Cahadras. Though there was not as many, there were still Orcs prowling about.
They had seen two already, they had tried to attack, but they weren't successful. The goblins had been too quick. They had only spotted the goblins in the first place because of their pale, glowing eyes. It had also shown their rough, green skin.
The Urgals made their way through the mountain path, but soon were delayed. They spotted another Orc on a precipice; he had his bent, sickle sword in his hand, and in the other hand, a pointed shield, with two prongs sticking out on each side. His green mouth was so long, it was almost like a snout. It stuck out, and in the light of the pale glowing moon, you could see the oxygen coming out of it.
He leaped down off of the edge right in front of the head Urgal in line. Along with the Orc, came two more following him. They attacked with great speed, and killed the first Urgal with one swipe of one's bent sword to the neck. The rest charged at them, and knocked two off the face of the cliff.
"Hack! Wack!
Wacl! Smack!
And up the mount,
The goblins shout!
Ho, hoi.
Swords! Gord!
Weapons in hoards! And up the mount,
The goblins shout.
He, ho."
" 'Siwsh, smack! Whip crack!
Batter and bleat! Yammer and bleat!
Work, work! Nor dare to shirk,
While goblins quaff, and goblins laugh,
Round and round far underground
Below, my lad!' "
" 'Clap! Snap! The black crack!
Grip, grab! Pinch, nab!
And down down to Goblin-town
You go, my lad!
Clash, crash! Crush, smash!
Hammer and tongs! Knocker and gongs!
Pound, pound, far underground!
Ho, ho! My lad!
Swish, smack! Whip crack!
Batter and beat! Yammer and bleat!
Work, work! Nor dare to shirk,
Whiel Goblins quaff, and goblins laugh,
Round and round far underground
Below my lad!' "
Down, down they went, Deep into the cavernous abyss, but others awaited the Urgals from atop the roves of the mountaintop. There were not large, but nor small ruins on the top of the mountain. They Orcs hid behind them, shooting down Urgals with their twisted bows.
The Urgals needed to began a counterattack, and quickly. They were being badly beaten, and so far, they had only killed of 2 out of at least 10 Orcs.
They began trying to climb the cliff, trying to pull of goblins and throw them down the mountainside, some, succeeded, and some became what they intended to do to the Orcs. Some managed to get up to the top. Most of them easily defeated the Orcs but the surviving ones attacked the Urgals with brute force. They jabbed their sharp claws into their necks, pulled them down, and rolled them off the mountainside, but also jumped up back onto the cliff as the Urgals fell.