Well, here we are, another installment in the fantasically funny adventures of a couple of girls who really shouldn't be messing with the Fellowship of the Ring. But they do anyway. MWAHAHAHAH!
Trip 4 - You Know I Hate Moria, Right?
Liz - January 15th - Why. Just. Why.
When the blinding flash of light ceased and I could finally see again, I noticed we were crouched in a room... that looked very familiar.
A beam of sunlight fell on the untouched grave of Balin. Ori's skeleton sat nearby, book in hand. Hallie and I were crouched behind a column.
"Great," I muttered. "Moria."
Just then, we heard a cry of anguish and Gimli ran into the room and stopped at Balin's grave. Hallie and I looked at each other. We both knew what was going to happen next.
The rest of the Fellowship followed soon after. Gandalf read the script on Balin's grave. Aragorn and Boromir looked around the room. Boromir looked seriously creeped out. Pippin was holding Gandalf's hat and staff, moving slowly backwards as he listened to Ori's haunting last words.
Crash! Bang! The skeleton fell into the abyss of the well. Pippin looked up at Gandalf guiltily. "Fool of a Took!" Gandalf shouted. "Next time throw yourself in and save us from your stupidity!"
Gandalf could be such a jerk sometimes.
We could hear the orcs moving closer. I started praying that my book would take us back to Earth soon. My book didn't appear to be listening. Thanks a lot.
"They have a cave troll," Boromir groaned, shutting the door. He and Aragorn moved large pieces of wood to barricade themselves in. Oh yay.
We waited. The orcs slammed against the door. Legolas and Aragorn shot a couple of the hands that reached through the doors. The orcs broke through.
"Liz," Hallie said, looking over at me, "What are we going to do?"
We were in a pickle. Either fight against the orcs and reveal ourselves to the Fellowship or stay hidden and possibly get hurt.
Suddenly, an orc rounded the column behind which we were hiding, and, seeing us, brought his axe over his head, preparing to kill us. Before he could, a blue ball of light erupted in his face, blowing him to smithereens. Obviously we'd just answered our own question.
Thanks to Hallie's little blue ball of light, more orcs began running in our direction. Luckily, the Fellowship didn't seem to notice much. We tried to kill the orcs as quietly as we could. I'd spear some with shadows, and Hallie would blow the rest up. We made a good team.
Across the room, we saw Aragorn fall, and then Frodo was stabbed by the cave troll. Frodo's eyes fell on Hallie and I, and the blue orbs widened. Hallie saluted him. I was about to facepalm. Unconsciously, one of my shadows formed a hand and tried to facepalm for me, but it came in too hard.
I probably looked like an idiot, being knocked off my feet by one of my own shadows. Luckily the rest of them didn't have as much attitude and continued to spear orcs for me while I regained my composure. Hallie and I were sweating by the time the last orc fell.
The Fellowship crowded around Frodo, who sputtered and revealed his mithril shirt. "It's Thorin's mithril!" Hallie shout-whispered in a very fangirly way.
Then we noticed that Frodo was staring at us. Slowly, the rest of the Fellowship turned around to see what he was looking at. It was a moment of panic for us.
I made us invisible.
They probably thought Frodo was going crazy (Sorry, Frodo).
Hallie - January 15, 1419 - Of Balrogs and the Meaning of Life
Luckily for us, Frodo didn't say anything about two teenaged girls who were blasting orcs apart on the other side of the room. The rest of the Fellowship probably would have thought he was insane.
Liz and I had to follow them, invisibly of course. No way were we going to stay in an orc-infested Moria until Liz' book dragged us back to Earth. We ran through the sacred halls of the dwarves, Gandalf's lighted staff guiding the way, until we were completely surrounded.
Orcs are kinda creepy. Given that they're fallen elves, I would have thought they'd be a haunting, deadly kind of beautiful. Instead, they're just creepy and slimy and ugly. So I really wanted to pull out my little ball of light and blast about 100 of them into oblivion. But I couldn't.
Legolas was spinning in about a thousand different directions as if trying to decide which orc to shoot, his hair flying around his head in a golden halo. I swear... elves. Gimli had his axe raised above his head. Aragorn and Boromir's swords were at the ready, and the hobbits had their tiny blades raised as well.
An orc walked into us, causing both Liz and I to shriek slightly (because you're never to old to be an orc-na-phobe). Because we were invisible. The orc was grasping at the air, trying to find whatever had blocked him.
Great.
Liz and I tried to move out of the way, but then the orc started screaming something and suddenly all eyes were on us. Some 2,000 orcs, a few cave trolls, and the Fellowship of the Ring were all staring at us. Or the space we would have occupied- if we were visible. Gandalf walked closer to us, and if it weren't for the roar of the balrog, I was sure we were going to be discovered.
The orcs scattered, leaving the Fellowship (and me and Liz) standing in the center of the hallway.
Then there was another roar. Gandalf shouted at everyone to run. And we all complied. Because, why not? We're running from a bloody balrog. Not someone you want to meet on a daily basis, ya know?
We ran through an archway and down a long set of stairs. Liz and I were in the back of the group, so when the stairway fell apart, we were left with Aragorn and Frodo on the side that looked like it was about to topple into the great abyss.
"I hate you right now, Tolkien!" I shouted. Frodo whipped his head around.
"Where are you?" he screamed over the roars of the balrog and the cries of the orcs.
Just then, Aragorn told Frodo to lean forward, and we slammed into the other side of the staircase with astonishing force, me falling up against Aragorn, who fell on Legolas and almost knocked the poor elf off the ledge (thank goodness for his elvish sense of balance). Liz fell on Frodo and Sam and temporarily lost control of her shade. The Fellowship's eyes widened as we flickered momentarily into view.
"Run!" Liz shouted, shaking them from their stupor. We scampered down the stairs, and Liz regained the shade, making us invisible once more. Finally we were to the bridge. We sprinted across, and then Liz and I flipped around, watching Gandalf stop and turn towards the immense, fire-breathing creature. Except for the fact that it was a balrog and not some sort of komodo dragon-thing, it reminded me of Buster.
Ah, Buster. What simple times.
Gandalf screamed some words at the balrog that we couldn't hear. By now all of the Fellowship was watching him. And then it happened.
"You... shall not... pass!" Gandalf screamed, slamming his staff onto the bridge. The balrog roared and stepped onto the bridge, causing it to crack. The balrog fell in a heap of shadow and flame into the abyss. Gandalf, believing he'd won the fight, turned to face us. That was when the whip came wrapped around his leg.
Gandalf clung to the edge, staring at us. All of us. Like he knew Liz and I were there. "Fly, you fools," he sputtered, and then let go, falling after the balrog.
"Gandalf!" Frodo screamed, reaching towards him. Liz and I blocked him and shoved him back into Boromir's arms. The steward's son dragged the hobbit towards the door, and the rest of the Fellowship followed.
We ran into the blinding sun, crying and screaming and, in Liz' and my case, laughing hysterically. We were so relieved that we'd made it out of that dark chasm alive. For the second time.
Liz - January 15th, 1419 - A Long Year Ahead
The Fellowship was scattered among the rocks, mourning the loss of Gandalf. Little did they know he'd return. And on Aragorn's birthday, too.
Ha. Some birthday present. "Merry and Pippin may be dead and Gandalf is alive. Who knew. Oh, happy 87th birthday, Aragorn!"
Hallie and I watched the Fellowship for what seemed like forever. Little did they know what the roads ahead of them held. For Sam and Frodo, it held betrayal, friendship, and the dark skies of Mordor. For Merry and Pippin, imprisonment with the orcs, the dark forests of Fangorn (Treebeard!), and a siege on Isengard. And for Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli, it held many battles... with many foes.
I stared at Boromir. His path would end soon, but as Gandalf said... death was just a new adventure.
The Fellowship had a long year ahead of them. Without thinking, I spoke up.
"Good luck," I said. The Fellowship looked around, searching for my voice. "Your journey will forever change the course of Middle Earth."
"Never lose faith," Hallie joined in. We were probably changing the story a little... but maybe not. Maybe, like with Merry and Pippin, whatever we said was supposed to happen. "You are more than you realize."
The scene faded, slowly. And soon we were sitting on a rock under a tree in our own world, staring off into the horizon as if Middle Earth would somehow appear before us again.
As if... someone would give us such a word.
So. Hobbit movie was epic. Still have to write more chapters (I know, I know). You guys have a job to do as well! REVIEW!