Chapter 7: Balin's Tomb
The darkness was all but blinding to Aenil. Being raised and brought up in such a open area with nature, being underground in a cave only full of black was pure torture. It was a living nightmare she had had to live through, every passing day scarier than the one previous.
To pass the time, she tried helping others to soothe her own fears. The Hobbits were latched on to her as if she were a mother, holding her hands and legs. Little did she know that to them, they were simply protecting her.
"Frodo, how do you fare?" She quietly asked on one of the days, the dates now useless to her.
"The Ring grows heavier when surrounded by nothing but darkness," he murmured, latching onto her hand. He rubbed her soft hand soothingly, "but we will be out of here soon."
She smiled at him, giving him a gentle kiss on the top of his head. "You are so brave, Frodo Baggins. The fate of the world is in good hands."
He gazed at her face as she said this, feeling power rise into his chest at her words.
"Thank you, Aenil. Your words give me hope."
"You give me hope" she resorted back; a small smile gracing her features once more.
Resting for a few hours as Gandalf finally sniffed out the way, they came across Balin's tomb.
Aenil's heart went out for Gimli as she soothingly stroked his back as he sobbed for the loss of his kin.
Reaching down, Gandalf picked up a book from the hands of one of the skeletons.
"We must move on, we cannot linger!" Legolas said softly to Aragorn, his eyes resting on Aenil's frightened orbs.
"'They have taken the bridge… and the second hall. " Gandalf began, stopping Gimli from his sobs; "We have barred the gates… but cannot hold them for long. The ground shakes"
Pippin began backing away.
"Drums… drums… in the deep."
Aenil shivers at the thought of these drums, the rest of the Fellowship glancing around uneasily.
"We cannot get out. A shadow moves in the dark."
From the corner of her eye whilst she trembled, she saw Pippin backing away in fear at the words from the book.
"We cannot get out…" He squints at the last line, his face turning into an uncomfortable knowing, "They are coming!"
"Pip-" She cried, but was too late. He had already knocked over a pail, the clashing of it against the silence of Moria deafening. Soon after, the body attached to the chain, and another pail, soon went down, their clashes and bangs louder than a wolf howling in the silent night.
They all stood waiting, waiting for the drums to sound of the Orcs and Goblins coming. All was silent once more as the Fellowship strained their ears for any sound.
None.
"Fool of a Took!" Gandalf scowled at the petrified Hobbit, "Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity!"
Aenil opened her mouth to defend the poor little man, but suddenly it was as if her nightmare had been taken to the next level.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
She turned her head to watch Frodo pull out his blue blade, eyes wide with fear as he pieced together what it meant.
Loud, echoing, footsteps could be heard coming towards the room of the fallen Balin. The Hobbits whipped their heads around in fear, coming to stand in front of Aenil in a protective stance.
Boromir rushed to her side, her eyes dancing with fright. "Stay in the back, do you hear me? Stay far back!" Then ran to check the door before the other men attempted to block it.
"Argh! Let them come!" Gimli cries as he hops onto the tomb in front of Aenil and the Hobbits, "There is one dwarf yet in Moria who still draws breath!"
And then, the door broke.
The scene before her was more terrifying than she could have ever imagined. It was her first battle after her parents died of Orcs, her life always being lived on the nature and peaceful side with the Elves.
Immediate hatred welled up inside of her as she looked at the gruesome race that had killed all her family. Now, they were trying to kill more.
She felt for her back, wrapping her delicate hands around her elegant bow. Notching an arrow, she pulled back and released, watching satisfyingly as it lodged itself in a Goblin's eye that was about to attack poor Sam from behind.
"You are truly good at that!" Pippin breathed as he and Merry ganged up on another creature a little to her left.
Releasing bows and always hitting her mark, Aenil finally began to feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, making her forget about her fear. The only thing she could feel at that moment was her pure hatred towards these vile creatures.
Lost in her rage, she hadn't noticed an Orc that had gotten around her. Grabbing her by her small waist, he hauled her into the shadows where no other could see. He slammed her against the pillar, smiling lustily at her body.
No words could be formed in her mouth as he raised her in the air, his hands around her tiny neck.
She felt her last breath leaving her, dark spots coming into vision. Then, darkly, the Orc began feeling every inch of her body, slightly loosening his grip on her neck so she could not pass out, yet still feel pain.
His disgusting hands roamed her body, silent tears pouring down her face as she realized what he was about to do with her.
Leaning in, he licked her neck to ear, chucking as she whimpered in his grasp. He wrapped her legs around his waist as he grinded into her, ignoring her silent cries as she attempted to cry out, no voice escaping her bound throat.
Finally, as he began to pull her pants down, an arrow lodged itself in the back of his head, loosening his grip and letting her fall to the ground in a wrecked- heap.
She pulled in tortured breaths, finally allowing air to reside back into her lungs.
"Aenil are you alright?" Someone cried, pulling her into his arms. She glanced up to see Boromir, his eyes like a pond overflowing with tears.
She chocked on her sobs as she realized what could of happened if he had not come sooner.
He pulled her to him, carrying her bride style as he brought her away from the area she had nearly been raped.
She looked up just to see Frodo getting a spear shoved through him, and Legolas finishing off the Cave Troll.
She let out a gargled cry, her hands reaching in Frodo's direction.
Boromir falls to his knees, hugging Aenil as Gandalf and Aragorn rush to Frodo's side.
"He's alive!" Sam cries, making the destroyed girl whip her head around to face Frodo.
"I'm all right, I'm not hurt." Frodo painfully replies, clutching his stomach.
"You should be dead! That spear would have skewered a wild boar." Aragorn ground out, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"I think there's more to this Hobbit than meets the eye" Gandalf smirks as Frodo reveals his shiny mithril chain mail.
"Mithril! You are full of surprises, Master Baggins." Gimli cried, his face swimming in emotions.
Just as Boromir opened his mouth to say comforting words to the little hobbit, more sounds of Orcs could be heard in the distance. He tightened his grip on the girl, setting her back on her shaky feet, an arm wrapped around her waist for support.
"To the Bridge of Khazad-dûm!"
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