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Updating rampage, kinda on, kinda off. Sorry about last chapter. It was lame, but I've been sick and I wanted to make the chapter short, and I did it short. Short doesn't go with this story. I hope this chapter's better. Not much talking, either.
Disclaimer: I do not own.
I love you Lady Verrissa. Hugs to you.
Chapter Eleven
Moria
Anna does not want to go into that black hole the doors opened to. It's almost as unnerving as the trip up the mountain. But everyone was going in, Gimli in the lead, so she followed. She turned to look back at the lake and its surfaced rippled. She swallowed and ran in quicker. Frodo was one of the last in and before he reached the doors, something grabbed his foot.
He gave a startled scream and they whipped around to see Frodo upside down, his ankle wrapped in the tentacle of a large monster. She gasped and grabbed her bow and arrow, shooting one. Legolas did the same as Boromir and Aragorn dared to get closer to the monster, hacking at its arms, but it kept swatting them back with another arm.
"Shoot it!" She looked for somewhere that might be a weak spot. Not thinking, she just shot at the creature, aiming mainly at its legs so the Men could get to Frodo. Aragorn eventually cut the right arm and Frodo landed in Boromir's arms. They ran into Moria, followed by Legolas and Anna, still shooting.
With a morbid fascination, she watched as it went onshore, gripping the doors with those black, oily arms and forcing the doors to close, bringing down a wave of rocks and dust. They barely got in.
"Guess we'll be taking this way." They laughed feebly, forcing smiles. She looked around, no light was anywhere. Gandalf whispered something and the tip of his staff lit up, giving them plenty of light to let him lead.
"I have been here once, I know the way out. Must remember however." She heard him mutter and she smiled.
"Frodo? Are you alright?" He nodded, eyes wide. She hugged him and he calmed down greatly. They quietly picked their way across the great hall of the underground world, its vast ceiling unseen in the shadows. "This is amazing." Her whisper echoed all over the hall and she grimaced.
There were rocks everywhere, and not a soul in sight. Gimli followed at Gandalf's heels, Pippin and Merry at hers and Boromir's. "It is unnerving down here." Legolas said.
"Nonsense! Even you will be delighted at the Dwarven hospitality." Legolas stilled looked around, peering into the shadows, as did Anna. She wasn't so good seeing into shadows, but her eyes were trained enough. She saw nothing.
"I see nothing." She told Boromir.
"Nor can I. It is dark as the midnight hour in this great cavern."
"No, I see nothing. There is nothing here, nothing but shadows and something hiding. It won't be seen." He looked at her, skeptical.
"You know this just by looking? Faramir said you were trained by Elves, as did you mention it."
"There is something down here. Someone is watching, but I can't see from where." He stared to look left and right, on alert for something to jump out of the shadows that Gandalf's staff could not get rid of.
They walked and walked, meeting no one. They rested after the long walk, exhausted. They don't make a fire, afraid of letting something see them. Anna watched as Legolas squirmed. He didn't like it down here no more than she did. But they never would have survived the mountain.
Frodo spoke to Gandalf about something as she sat next to Boromir. He was growing on her and she liked him. He was a reminder of what awaited her when this was all over. They slept restlessly and awoke and moved again, trying to make something of the maze.
Once Gandalf had to stop. He forgot the way and sat to think about it. She wanted out of this place, the darkness was not comforting to any of them. He finally said to go down, the air didn't smell so foul. They followed and eventually wound up in a large hall, where a large stone table sat in the middle. Skeletons lay around the table-no the coffin. 'A coffin?'
Gimli started to wail, it was his cousin's who he had said lived down here. 'What did this?' She thought, feeling sorry for the dwarf. The hobbits kept by her side and Gandalf took a book out of one skeleton's hands.
As he read it, Pippin wandered around, touching different skeletons, swords turning to rust. She didn't listen to Gandalf, but as he read the last sentence, there came a large explosion of noise. They turned around to see that one of the skeletons Pippin had touched, had fallen over, his armor smashing into the floor. He knocked several others over and the loud sounds bounced off the walls, creating an endless sound.
Pippin paled and started to edge towards Anna. "Fool of a Took!" Gandalf snarled. Pippin frowned and she patted his shoulder.
"Don't touch anything else okay?" He nodded, and then she stiffened. She heard something, far off.
"What is that?"
"What is wha-" Merry started before they all heard it. A low pounding of drums in the distance. They turned around to the door of hall they were in, the sound coming from outside, coming towards them. It grew louder, as the Fellowship's eyes grew wide. Boromir and Aragorn quickly closed and locked the door with a large piece of wood. Gandalf made the hobbits stand by him in the back of the room. Gimli was on his cousin's tomb, Anna and Legolas posed in the front, bow and arrows ready.
Bang! Something rammed into the door, and then again and again until a hole had opened in the door. Legolas and Anna let an arrow go, hitting their targets. More arrows fly as they see more and more orcs trying to enter the room. Finally the door is burst open and in floods a herd of orcs. She whips her sword out of its sheath in time to block the blow of an orc's axe. She pushes him back and catches him in the stomach. She turns, hitting an orc's legs and sends him sprawling. Another in the stomach, one through the throat, her sword is stained with black blood.
And then the troll enters. She gasps at his huge height, his massive weight. It looks dumber than a pile of rocks with such a little head and beady black eyes. It swung at them, missing. Sam ducked between its legs as Legolas shot it. It didn't even notice. It swung at Boromir, catching him in the stomach and sending him across the room. Anna shot it, but again it didn't notice. She watched as Legolas jumped up the troll's arm and shot it in the head and that got a reaction. He jumped off and she went back to slashing at the orcs.
Moments passed before she heard a noise, a scream. She turned to see a spear in Frodo's chest. The entire Fellowship seemed to freeze before fighting harder than before. Pippin and Merry jump on the troll's back and Legolas finally brings the troll down, an arrow to the neck.
With the orcs all dead, she stumbles over bodies to reach Frodo's side. She rests her hand on his forehead, tears threatening to spill over. He was warm. "Frodo?" He stirs lightly and opens his eyes. Aragorn moves forward and opens his shirt to see a shiny coat of something, a metal of some sort.
Gimli muttered something and she hugged Frodo. They remove the spear and he stood on weakened legs. They ran then. Ran from the hall, getting as far away from the hall as possible. Until the orcs begin to surround them. They came from everywhere. They climb down carved posts holding the ceiling up, from each side, thousands of orcs in a circle. The Fellowship stood in a circle as well, backs to each other, facing enemies.
Then they shrieked and fled into the shadows, Gandalf turned and faced the direction where a bright light is coming. The light is red and resembles flames. Out of the flames steps a creature, taller than the troll. It is made of flames and it has muscular arms and legs.
"Balrog." He whispered. His eyes are wide in fear and he ran, the others following. He leads them down a stairwell to a cavern where it is impossible to see the bottom. There is a bridge in the near distance but to get there they will have to cross across thin stairs. But they ran. Boulders had begun to fall, from the loud stomping of the Balrog following them. They ran until they reached the bridge. There were orcs in the shadows, shooting at them and missing. Legolas shot them down easily.
"The bridge of Khazad-dûm." Someone whispered. Anna swallowed and Gandalf looked behind them as a the Balrog found them. She gasped and the others followed their gaze. Aragorn had drawn his sword but Gandalf told him no.
"Swords are no use here. Get them over the bridge, Aragorn." He nodded and they followed Aragorn, watching Gandalf as the Balrog and confronted each other. "You shall not pass!" He demanded of the devil and it roared angrily. Gandalf repeated what he said and rammed his staff into the stone of the bridge. The Balrog roared once more and moved forward, just as the bridge collapsed. It shrieked and fell.
Gandalf turned, sighed like a great weight was lifted from his shoulders. He began to head towards them until something caught his ankle. His face fell and he stumbled backwards, falling off the broken bridge. They stared in shock, before Gandalf spoke: "Run you fools." And then he fell. Frodo was the first to move, Boromir catching him. Aragorn looked ready to jump after Gandalf, to try to save the wizard, but Anna grabbed his hand.
"We must leave. The orcs are still a force we have to fight." He nodded and they noticed the heavy fall of arrows around them. Frodo still struggled against Boromir's arms as Merry and Pippin seemed lost. They fled quickly, not stopping until they reached the outsides of Moria.
They collapsed outside, grieving. Anna had not known the wizard long, but she respected him. Merry and Pippin clung to each other, tears streaming down their faces, Sam cried. They all were hurt.
"We need to go." Aragorn's voice broke through the silence of the Fellowship.
"Let them grieve!" Boromir snapped back.
"We must go now. By night orcs will be everywhere. We need to be as far from here as possible."
"Legolas, help them up." Anna stared at him. It was true, they needed to leave. But two more minutes?
"Where's Frodo?" Then she saw him, standing far away from the rest of them. His crystal blue eyes had rivers running from them. He looked lost, small, pale and fragile. She walked over to him, dropped to her knees and gathered him in her arms. He hugged her back, sobs racking through his body.
"We need to go." Frodo nodded numbly and she stood back up, his hand in hers.
"Where are we to go?" Gimli asked.
"We will seek refuge in the Lothlorien Forest." Gimli stopped, but Legolas looked delighted. Boromir looked worried as well.
"Lothlorien?" He stammered.
"It will be safe there. Come along." They followed their new leader without question. It was all they could do.
Guess you know what's coming up next chapter. Review please!
Updating rampage, kinda on, kinda off. Sorry about last chapter. It was lame, but I've been sick and I wanted to make the chapter short, and I did it short. Short doesn't go with this story. I hope this chapter's better. Not much talking, either.
Disclaimer: I do not own.
I love you Lady Verrissa. Hugs to you.
Chapter Eleven
Moria
Anna does not want to go into that black hole the doors opened to. It's almost as unnerving as the trip up the mountain. But everyone was going in, Gimli in the lead, so she followed. She turned to look back at the lake and its surfaced rippled. She swallowed and ran in quicker. Frodo was one of the last in and before he reached the doors, something grabbed his foot.
He gave a startled scream and they whipped around to see Frodo upside down, his ankle wrapped in the tentacle of a large monster. She gasped and grabbed her bow and arrow, shooting one. Legolas did the same as Boromir and Aragorn dared to get closer to the monster, hacking at its arms, but it kept swatting them back with another arm.
"Shoot it!" She looked for somewhere that might be a weak spot. Not thinking, she just shot at the creature, aiming mainly at its legs so the Men could get to Frodo. Aragorn eventually cut the right arm and Frodo landed in Boromir's arms. They ran into Moria, followed by Legolas and Anna, still shooting.
With a morbid fascination, she watched as it went onshore, gripping the doors with those black, oily arms and forcing the doors to close, bringing down a wave of rocks and dust. They barely got in.
"Guess we'll be taking this way." They laughed feebly, forcing smiles. She looked around, no light was anywhere. Gandalf whispered something and the tip of his staff lit up, giving them plenty of light to let him lead.
"I have been here once, I know the way out. Must remember however." She heard him mutter and she smiled.
"Frodo? Are you alright?" He nodded, eyes wide. She hugged him and he calmed down greatly. They quietly picked their way across the great hall of the underground world, its vast ceiling unseen in the shadows. "This is amazing." Her whisper echoed all over the hall and she grimaced.
There were rocks everywhere, and not a soul in sight. Gimli followed at Gandalf's heels, Pippin and Merry at hers and Boromir's. "It is unnerving down here." Legolas said.
"Nonsense! Even you will be delighted at the Dwarven hospitality." Legolas stilled looked around, peering into the shadows, as did Anna. She wasn't so good seeing into shadows, but her eyes were trained enough. She saw nothing.
"I see nothing." She told Boromir.
"Nor can I. It is dark as the midnight hour in this great cavern."
"No, I see nothing. There is nothing here, nothing but shadows and something hiding. It won't be seen." He looked at her, skeptical.
"You know this just by looking? Faramir said you were trained by Elves, as did you mention it."
"There is something down here. Someone is watching, but I can't see from where." He stared to look left and right, on alert for something to jump out of the shadows that Gandalf's staff could not get rid of.
They walked and walked, meeting no one. They rested after the long walk, exhausted. They don't make a fire, afraid of letting something see them. Anna watched as Legolas squirmed. He didn't like it down here no more than she did. But they never would have survived the mountain.
Frodo spoke to Gandalf about something as she sat next to Boromir. He was growing on her and she liked him. He was a reminder of what awaited her when this was all over. They slept restlessly and awoke and moved again, trying to make something of the maze.
Once Gandalf had to stop. He forgot the way and sat to think about it. She wanted out of this place, the darkness was not comforting to any of them. He finally said to go down, the air didn't smell so foul. They followed and eventually wound up in a large hall, where a large stone table sat in the middle. Skeletons lay around the table-no the coffin. 'A coffin?'
Gimli started to wail, it was his cousin's who he had said lived down here. 'What did this?' She thought, feeling sorry for the dwarf. The hobbits kept by her side and Gandalf took a book out of one skeleton's hands.
As he read it, Pippin wandered around, touching different skeletons, swords turning to rust. She didn't listen to Gandalf, but as he read the last sentence, there came a large explosion of noise. They turned around to see that one of the skeletons Pippin had touched, had fallen over, his armor smashing into the floor. He knocked several others over and the loud sounds bounced off the walls, creating an endless sound.
Pippin paled and started to edge towards Anna. "Fool of a Took!" Gandalf snarled. Pippin frowned and she patted his shoulder.
"Don't touch anything else okay?" He nodded, and then she stiffened. She heard something, far off.
"What is that?"
"What is wha-" Merry started before they all heard it. A low pounding of drums in the distance. They turned around to the door of hall they were in, the sound coming from outside, coming towards them. It grew louder, as the Fellowship's eyes grew wide. Boromir and Aragorn quickly closed and locked the door with a large piece of wood. Gandalf made the hobbits stand by him in the back of the room. Gimli was on his cousin's tomb, Anna and Legolas posed in the front, bow and arrows ready.
Bang! Something rammed into the door, and then again and again until a hole had opened in the door. Legolas and Anna let an arrow go, hitting their targets. More arrows fly as they see more and more orcs trying to enter the room. Finally the door is burst open and in floods a herd of orcs. She whips her sword out of its sheath in time to block the blow of an orc's axe. She pushes him back and catches him in the stomach. She turns, hitting an orc's legs and sends him sprawling. Another in the stomach, one through the throat, her sword is stained with black blood.
And then the troll enters. She gasps at his huge height, his massive weight. It looks dumber than a pile of rocks with such a little head and beady black eyes. It swung at them, missing. Sam ducked between its legs as Legolas shot it. It didn't even notice. It swung at Boromir, catching him in the stomach and sending him across the room. Anna shot it, but again it didn't notice. She watched as Legolas jumped up the troll's arm and shot it in the head and that got a reaction. He jumped off and she went back to slashing at the orcs.
Moments passed before she heard a noise, a scream. She turned to see a spear in Frodo's chest. The entire Fellowship seemed to freeze before fighting harder than before. Pippin and Merry jump on the troll's back and Legolas finally brings the troll down, an arrow to the neck.
With the orcs all dead, she stumbles over bodies to reach Frodo's side. She rests her hand on his forehead, tears threatening to spill over. He was warm. "Frodo?" He stirs lightly and opens his eyes. Aragorn moves forward and opens his shirt to see a shiny coat of something, a metal of some sort.
Gimli muttered something and she hugged Frodo. They remove the spear and he stood on weakened legs. They ran then. Ran from the hall, getting as far away from the hall as possible. Until the orcs begin to surround them. They came from everywhere. They climb down carved posts holding the ceiling up, from each side, thousands of orcs in a circle. The Fellowship stood in a circle as well, backs to each other, facing enemies.
Then they shrieked and fled into the shadows, Gandalf turned and faced the direction where a bright light is coming. The light is red and resembles flames. Out of the flames steps a creature, taller than the troll. It is made of flames and it has muscular arms and legs.
"Balrog." He whispered. His eyes are wide in fear and he ran, the others following. He leads them down a stairwell to a cavern where it is impossible to see the bottom. There is a bridge in the near distance but to get there they will have to cross across thin stairs. But they ran. Boulders had begun to fall, from the loud stomping of the Balrog following them. They ran until they reached the bridge. There were orcs in the shadows, shooting at them and missing. Legolas shot them down easily.
"The bridge of Khazad-dûm." Someone whispered. Anna swallowed and Gandalf looked behind them as a the Balrog found them. She gasped and the others followed their gaze. Aragorn had drawn his sword but Gandalf told him no.
"Swords are no use here. Get them over the bridge, Aragorn." He nodded and they followed Aragorn, watching Gandalf as the Balrog and confronted each other. "You shall not pass!" He demanded of the devil and it roared angrily. Gandalf repeated what he said and rammed his staff into the stone of the bridge. The Balrog roared once more and moved forward, just as the bridge collapsed. It shrieked and fell.
Gandalf turned, sighed like a great weight was lifted from his shoulders. He began to head towards them until something caught his ankle. His face fell and he stumbled backwards, falling off the broken bridge. They stared in shock, before Gandalf spoke: "Run you fools." And then he fell. Frodo was the first to move, Boromir catching him. Aragorn looked ready to jump after Gandalf, to try to save the wizard, but Anna grabbed his hand.
"We must leave. The orcs are still a force we have to fight." He nodded and they noticed the heavy fall of arrows around them. Frodo still struggled against Boromir's arms as Merry and Pippin seemed lost. They fled quickly, not stopping until they reached the outsides of Moria.
They collapsed outside, grieving. Anna had not known the wizard long, but she respected him. Merry and Pippin clung to each other, tears streaming down their faces, Sam cried. They all were hurt.
"We need to go." Aragorn's voice broke through the silence of the Fellowship.
"Let them grieve!" Boromir snapped back.
"We must go now. By night orcs will be everywhere. We need to be as far from here as possible."
"Legolas, help them up." Anna stared at him. It was true, they needed to leave. But two more minutes?
"Where's Frodo?" Then she saw him, standing far away from the rest of them. His crystal blue eyes had rivers running from them. He looked lost, small, pale and fragile. She walked over to him, dropped to her knees and gathered him in her arms. He hugged her back, sobs racking through his body.
"We need to go." Frodo nodded numbly and she stood back up, his hand in hers.
"Where are we to go?" Gimli asked.
"We will seek refuge in the Lothlorien Forest." Gimli stopped, but Legolas looked delighted. Boromir looked worried as well.
"Lothlorien?" He stammered.
"It will be safe there. Come along." They followed their new leader without question. It was all they could do.
Guess you know what's coming up next chapter. Review please!