Hi ! once again, i bring you the following of a balrog's adventure in the wilderness !
joke aside, i'm happy that you seem to like the story :-)
everything but the oc belong to J.R.R Tolkien
thanks for the kind reviews X3 and yeah that's the whole point \o/ i'm happy that you see it in this way. You made me laugh, i didn't think of it like that in fact, but yes, she's supposed to be the frightening one, yet she's far more scared than anyone else X) and no spoil with the dwarves matter sorry ;-)You will soon know if she can talk too :-) and i don't think you'll be deceived ;-).
I couldn't stop laughing when i realised about glorfindel ! i'll definitely make them meet XD !
i really need to stop talking so much...enjoy the chapter !
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update -
i corrected the sentence wich i felt were wrong. There might still be a few mistake though :-/ , so i'll probably rewrite the chapter when i'll be better at english :-).
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Alright so i'm a balrog. Or half a balrog. I'm still a whole Monster though.
Searing pain in my wing bring me back to reality. All kind of muscle i didn't know i had (and propably didn't even had) are aching. I take a look at my injuries. There's blood on my wing, but nothing really serious. I have a few bruises on my arms, propably from the fall, and a big scratch on my leg. I don't think something's broken at least. I remove my clothes and put them beside my shoes before entering the water. i'll admit that it was quite crafty, at least for the upper part ...
The cold water is doing wonder to cool me down after such a long run .I can see all the way to the bottom of the river. I've never seen such cristal clear water elsewhere than in plastic bottles. I'd like to have a purificator or at least a filter to drink but i don't think i can be picky here. I'll just pray that the water won't make me sick. I'll have to rely on wild berries, if i can find some, for the food mater too... Thinking about food, i do am hungry . Well, a bit less now that i've drank, but still.
I get out of the water. The bruises still ache, but i'll have to do with. I quickly clean my clothes of the dust and leaves and dry them before putting them back on, after i made some "adjustment" to my shirt ... wich consist in ripping all along the back side and knotting back the down part under my wings and the shoulder's straps behinds my neck.
So, i need to make a point on my situation, although i really don't wan't right now... Well anyway... So i'm stuck in Middle earth, before the event of the return of the king, on wich frodo destroy the ring, wich mean there's still orcs and all kind of monster who will propably try to kill me. And i'm half a balrog, with a tail, horn, and wings set, plus a "fire affinity supplement" so that i won't forget to freak out. Nice. Also, i'm out in the wild, with no smartphone (not that it would've been useful anyway) no food, water, or anything to make a camp... Wonderdul, right ? I think this place is seriously starting to make me sarcastic. More than before i mean.
So what do i know about balrogs ?They're more or less huge fire demons under the direct orders of Sauron. There's only a few of them left too, because of some old war between him and the elves. There's a lot of people arguing about wether or not they have wings or tails or if they can fly. Well even i ain't sure about the last after all... They usually appear with whips too. Huge badass fire whips. Unfortunately i don't seem to have one. I'll have to do without. And lastly, they only can be killed by a dragon, or Gandalf, and as so they can frighten pretty much every other monster like orcs and all.
Wait. Then there actually weren't any spiders ? I mean, i'm not sure if i can have trolls fear me with an incomplete form, but spiders should still be afraid of me... So i just spent more than one hour running because of ... ghosts ? What a splendid balrog i am ...
Well that should be pretty much all about my current situation. The only question i have left is : what was that voice i heard back in dol guldur ? It had a kind of movie's villain side, like "come into the dark side " or whatever he said. He even had the deep, disincarnated voice. It could've been azog or bolg, if i am currently before the "battle of the five armies" .
Wait.
Wait wait wait wait.
Azog and bolg were killed in the botfa. So they shouldn't be in dol guldur right now. The fact is that they actually couldn't be in since gandalf paid sauron a visit while Thorin Oakenshield's compagny were in the blackforest. He even confined him in mordor. But there definitely was orcs in dol guldur. So Sauron still was there. My heart just missed a beat. I'm really glad i jumped in the end. Cause it mean two things. First, the voice might've been sauron's, and the fact that i ran away may make him mad. And second, i'm even before the lord of the ring and the botfa. That's a lot to take in. Ah right. Breathing.
One.
Two.
One.
Two.
I cannot allow myself to panick in such a situation.
First i'll need help. Currently there should be three persons who could help me : Gandalf, Elrond, and maybe Thranduil. The last is out of question though. There's no way i'm going back in that forest. It would be suicide. Elrond, well i don't know. He sure is knowledgeable, but he live in Foncombe. With glorfindel. Yes, the reincarnation of a great warrior whose last feat was to ... Kill a balrog. And die with him. Actually, i'm afraid he'll try to take his revenge. So i'm left with Gandalf. And i have no idea where he is. Maybe if i find out wich year it is, i can locate him somehow, but i'm not sure i can. That mean i need to meet someone who will tell wich year i am. That is, without running away as soon as they will see my face.
In the mean time, it seem that i would have more chance to meet Gandalf near hobbiton, wich is quite far. The river is too broad for me to swim through and i don't have a boat. I do have an idea about how to cross it, but i'd need to jump from a high place, so i have to go north to see if i can find a tree tall enough or a cliff.
I'll have follow the river straight to the north then.
I've been walking for nearly half an hour i think, when i noticed a ship crossing the river. It isn't that big but there should ne people in there right ? I start to run toward the little boat. They just attained the riverbank when they noticed me. And started yelling. Just as i thought ... The women and children ran in the plain to a little cabine standing there, while the men were trying to take their belongings with them. Oh they weren't numerous, only two women, a few children and three men in fact. I slow down my pace and try to call out to them
- Hey Wait !
I faceplanted in the ground when i heard myself. That definitely wasn't my voice. It was like a hundred time stronger, deeper and thunderous than mine. But i was definitely the one talking there. Amazing, i guess that's another of the balrog's blessing. At least it froze the men in place. I get up and come a bit nearer. I try to lower my voice too.
- Excuse me can you help me ?
They don't seem to be willing to answer. After all, even when i speak lower, my voice is still scarying even myself...
- Could you tell me what year are we, please ?
The younger start to stutter something. i don't understand a word though... He then just scream :- W-we're in 2941 ! please leave us alive !
i don't know what shocked me the most. The fact that we were in 2941, the year when gandalf lead the dwarves to erebor or the "leave us alive ". I smile slightly, trying to reassure them.
- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I won't kill you. Thank you for telling me the year.
Strangely they don't look convinced at all. They grab their pack and leave the faster they can to rejoin their children and women. I reach the boat wich is now empty. They left a bit of bread. Oh lucky me ! It look like the movie's lembas ! I've often tried to make some in alternalte way back at home. Out of the whole pack i only take one though. I don't know if it'll be enough, but it is already bad to steal it.
I'm starting to think that i'm really too polite for a fire demon...