Stormy: Well, here we are! Lucky number seven, and this one's gonna be very… well, interesting. So, enjoy! I suppose it goes without saying now that I don`t own The Lord of the Rings, right? Well, anyway, I don't. Ah, well. C'est la vie!
We had now reached the Walls of Moria. It was pretty bleak there, and ominous, but Gimli looked quite happy; like he belonged there. All I knew was I sure as hell didn`t.
"It is said that Dwarf doors are invisible when closed." Gimli informed those of us who were uneducated in the ways and history of the Dwarvish people. "Yes," Gandalf concurred, "They are so well hidden that their own masters cannot find them, if their secrets are forgotten."
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Legolas asked cynically.
"Boys," I chided them as if they were children, "If you can't play nice, you can't play together." I wasn't looking at them, but I'm sure they glowered at me. I giggled inwardly, and looked around at the sheer cliff walls. Then, I looked around at the dark, somewhat ominous lake. It had two dead-looking trees on stilt-like roots perched in the murky, icy water. I felt no life here, not even from the mountain stone, as if something had drained all the life-force from everything all at once. It was rather creepy. There was a weird life-force coming from the water, though, but I couldn't place what it was. I couldn't tell if it was hostile, neutral, friendly, or just really weird water. This alarmed me, as I remembered the movies and books, so I inched a bit closer to Luna like a child to their parent. Gandalf had found the doors, and was telling the rest of the Fellowship what the markings on the door said, and I wanted to see who would figure out the riddle first, so I didn't say anything. The old wizard had had enough with trying to open the doors, and was now sitting on a rock. I noticed that a good block of twenty or so minutes had gone by, and decided to go talk to Gandalf and Luna.
"No, I don't think it would be that…" Gandalf was saying. I leaned over and said, "Mind if I interject?" Luna looked up at me, and she seemed rather frustrated.
"What do you think the password might be?" She asked me in a defeated voice.
"Well, I'm not sure it would even be in Elfish, would it? I mean, if the Elves and Dwarves aren't very friendly toward one another, why would the Dwarfish password be in Elfish?" I happened to think I was being rather philosophical about that.
"But the instructions are in Elfish." Gandalf pointed out. "Why would the password be in the tongue of Men?"
Before I could answer, I felt a change (for the worse) with the creepy Watcher-Water, like it was getting hungry. Or Angry. Or both. I noticed Pippin tossing stones into the water, which probably was the cause of the water's anger. Aragorn took his arm and whispered something to him, and Pip left the creepy lake alone. I poked Luna's arm, not taking my eyes away from the lake.
"Luna?" I whispered nervously.
"Yeah? What's wrong, Tell-Love?"
"Do you feel anything –weird –coming from the water?"
"Tell, I'm a Ranger, not a mage; I can't 'feel' stuff like that like you can." She sounded a little impatient, but only the slightest bit.
I was going to pursue the subject when Merry and Frodo came up to the door and stared at it. "It's a riddle!" Frodo exclaimed.
"Speak friend, and enter." Merry reread thoughtfully.
"What's the Elfish word for 'friend'?" Frodo asked, still not looking at us.
Luna and I exchanged a gleeful look, and before Gandalf could give the answer, we exclaimed it joyfully: "MELLON!" We chimed in unison (though pronouncing it more like 'melon', like the fruit). Then, like a miracle, the doors slowly opened.
Some intense $#*+ right there, as my good friend Rachel would say.
We all stepped into the Mines, the Hobbits lingering near the door. Just then, Luna startled.
"Telsa," she whispered, sounding terrified, "I just remembered something… I know why you were scared about the water…"
"GET AWAY FROM THE DOOR!" We shouted at the hobbits, trying to prevent a terrible demise. They did, but still were within running distance, should something horrible happen inside. Gimli had completely ignored us, and was going on about how his cousin Balin's home was ridiculously called a mine (a mine!).
"This is no mine," Boromir whispered, "It's a tomb."
We all looked down at the floor, and found dozens of Dwarf-sized skeletons. I started hyperventilating, which is what I do when I'm scared, and Luna took me and hugged me in a way that was fearful, but trying to be strong and brave and comforting. Legolas took the arrow out of the nearest corpse and examined it briefly, and said, "Goblins…" I whimpered almost inaudibly.
"We should never have come here," Boromir stated, sounding a tad angry, "Now get out of here. Get out!" But then, as the Hobbits backed up toward the door, I saw a tentacle rise from the water and grab Frodo's ankle. He cried out, and Sam, Merry and Pippin hacked at it and tried to pull their friend away. When that tentacle retreated, five more jumped out of the murky depths and fought for their prize, namely, Frodo.
"Strider!" Sam cried, and Aragorn Rushed to the water, slicing tentacles as he went, trying to get the Halfling back. He cried out for help, and Boromir came to his rescue, and Luna and Legolas shot a few arrows at the offending creature. It gave out strange roars of pain, and as the men retreated into the mines, as Gandalf directed, Legolas shot the Kraken-thing in the eye. It made a weird noise as it cringed backward, and he ran inside, too. I pulled Luna inside, and, as the creature tried to climb out of the water to get us, I pulled down chunks of rock from the walls with my Earth-Elemental Magic. I'm not sure if I did that to contribute to the fight, to keep the others safe, or just to keep it away in a state of panic. Either way, I had blocked the entrance to Moria.
"Nice, Telsa. Real nice." Luna said, knowing I had done that.
"I'm sorry! I panicked!" was all I could say. I felt eyes being rolled, and groans of exasperation being groaned.
"We now have but one choice," Gandalf sighed, "We must face the long dark of Moria."
"Be on your guard," he added, "there are older, and fouler things than orcs in the deep places of the world."
Nice going, Tell. Oh, well, they'll be okay. –Waves dismissively-
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Telsa: Gosh, you are so desperate, Stormy! Get a life, seriously!
Stormy: I have no life. Deal with it, Tell.
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