Sprinting back into the Dwarrowdelf, the company tries to outrun the Goblin horde surging behind and above them. They barely make it a hundred yards before they are surrounded by a sea of hateful yellow eyes.

Everyone brandishes a weapon to try and keep the Goblins away, but it seems that now the fellowship, and the hope of the Free Peoples, will perish in the long dark of Moria. Then, suddenly…

An earsplitting, rumbling, volcanic roar is heard, as an unwholesome light shines from several corridors down.

The Goblins chitter and panic, fleeing up pillars and walls. Gimli laughs as though it was he that they were afraid of.

Legolas and Bessimar are pointing ranged weapons towards the glow, but they slowly lower them as the enormity of the foe they now face overtakes them, and Boromir asks, "What is this new devilry?"

Gandalf is silent, then slowly speaks "A Balrog… a Demon of the ancient world."

Urban's grip on his Warhammer is so tight that his knuckles have gone white, like Legolas's face, as though the creatures name has spawned nightmares.

"This foe is beyond any of you…" says Gandalf slowly before yelling "Run!"

As one the company turns and darts to a near passageway, once within they hurry down a short set of stairs and almost everyone nearly plummets into the fiery abyss below. As Aragorn and Bessimar enter in in front of Gandalf, they look back. Gandalf shoves them forward saying, "Swords are of no more use here!"

Quickly the fellowship makes their way down an enormous rail-less staircase, until they find a massive gap, where, long ago, part of the stairs fell away.

Legolas crosses first, gracefully leaping onto the other side. Followed by Gandalf, and Urban, Boromir and Merry, Pippin, Sam, and Gimli. All the while being shot at, and returning fire to, Goblins on a high ledge.

Finally, only Aragorn, Bessimar, and Frodo are left, when suddenly the side of the gap nearest to the others crumbles, then a massive piece of masonry demolishes the way back, and slowly the staircase begins to rock, as the foundation breaks apart.

Aragorn and Bessimar try to guide the rock the best they can, and it crashes into the far edge, the three sprinting to safety.

The fellowship find themselves in the massive chamber at the end of the stairs containing the Bridge of Khazad-dum. As the fellowship race towards the bridge the Daemon appears, shrieking hellfire at Gandalf, and the force of its roar sending Bessimar tumbling.

Bessimar rises till he is on all-four when a quick, and surprisingly strong, pair of wizened hands grab him as Gandalf pulls him to his feet. Urban is waiting at the bridge and the trio cross in all haste.

Urban and Gandalf stop in the middle, just enough room to fit the both of them.

"You cannot pass!" shouts Gandalf

"The power of Sigmar repels you!" shouts Urban

The other members of the company are struck dumb as the Balrog pulls itself to his full height, igniting in Daemonfire.

"I am a servant of the secret fire, wielder of the flame of Arnor" says Gandalf, while Urban drops to his knees in prayer, Gandalf continues "Your dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udun!"

The balrog smashes a sword of flame upon Gandalf's shielding spell, momentarily throwing the wizard back, even as the attack is repelled.

Urban's prayer increases in volume and a bright golden light shines impossibly from the solid stone celling, enveloping Urban; the Balrog takes a step back. The Golden light fades from view save in Urban's hammer. Then the Balrog swipes at Urban, who smashes his glowing hammer into the Daemons arm, causing an earsplitting shriek of pain.

Then the Balrog swipes at urban with its free hand, and hurls him into the wall next to Bessimar with a thud and a gasp as the wind is knocked from Urban's lungs.

As Urban forces himself to his feet and the rest of the company look on Gandalf shouts, "Go back to the shadow.", then bringing sword and staff together, shouts "YOU! SHALL NOT! PASS!" and slams his staff into the bridge…nothing obvious happens.

The Balrog begins running at Gandalf, but the bridge buckles and falls beneath it, sending the Daemon roaring into the darkness. The Balrog seems defeated, then a lash of flame grabs Gandalf's leg and nearly pulls him in to the chasm as well.

As the company looks helplessly on Gandalf claws his way back and, looking directly at the horrified face of Frodo, says "Fly you fools!"

Then Gandalf plummets into the dark.

"NO" shouts Frodo, who has to be carried away by Boromir, Bessimar pulling Aragorn away as the ranger was stupefied. Goblin arrows striking the masonry all around them.

The company makes it out of the East-Gate of Moria, and then fully half of them fall down and weep.

Urban looks back to the Black Pit, and makes a small sign of the hammer, while saying lightly "May you find peace in Sigmar's paradise…friend."

Bessimar, who is sitting next to Merry and Pippin tries, for once in his life, to comfort those around him, he really doesn't succeed, but gives it a good try, saying, "There is no escape from Chaos…it marks us all."

The silence of mourning lasts for a long moment, then the importance of the quest reasserts itself.

"Legolas, get them up." says Aragorn, cleaning his sword off of Goblin blood

Boromir turns then and shouts, "Oh, give them a moment, for pity's sake!"

"By nightfall these hills will be swarming with Orcs, we must reach the realm of Lothlorien." says Aragorn, refuting Boromir.

"Frodo, FRODO!" shouts Aragorn, as the Hobbit is nowhere to be seen.

Then Aragorn and the rest see Frodo a short distance away, turning towards them with a look of absolute sorrow.

The company staggers to its feet, and follows the Silverlode down towards the treeline…