BTW I should mention "Italics" are the elves speaking in their native tongue Sindarin. "Bold Italics" is when they are speaking in Khuzdul. Italics without the "-" is thoughts either thinking to one another or general thought.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the twilight series and I really don't own any of Tolkien's amazing work.
Third Point of View
Boromir rushed forward in a panic, his eyes gazing into the darkened halls before jerking back as the familiar sight of Orcs and one of their arrows whizzing towards his head. He jerked back in time for the arrows to miss him completely but it was a close call.
"Get back! Stay close to Gandalf!" Aragorn ordered the hobbits, ushering them back while Legolas and Bella withdrew their bows, the latter turning to face the two vampires.
"Make sure their blades and arrows don't touch you, you're indestructible from your plane but this one our weapons can harm you; keep the hobbits safe do you understand me?" She commanded, watching pleased as they both nodded and let their beasts free. It would be handy for them all to have the Major and Captain on their side.
Aragorn and Boromir slam the doors shut with their weight just in time for as a roar fills the air. Boromir turns to Aragorn with shock in his eyes and fear lodging in his throat. "They have a cave troll."
"Here," Legolas shouts as he tosses Aragorn a discarded axe to help barricade the door though they all knew it wouldn't hold for long.
Bella stands before her brothers' tomb with a dark glint in her eyes and her bow ready; she could hear the snick of swords being drawn and the sound of Gimli jumping atop of said tomb as the beating on the door grows louder. "Let them come! There is one Dwarf yet in Moria who still draws breath!"
"Ifridî!" Bella snarled as the door began to crack, arrows left her husband's bow with the first available opening followed by her own and Aragorn's.
The door burst with a crack and the orcs fell in one by one with snarls and raised weapons. Fear filled the room that nearly debilitated Jasper from the others and from himself and his brother as they caught the first glance of these Orcs. Twisted mangled black bodies that oozed and screeched in a pitch that nearly deafened them but still, they withstood and swung out with their borrowed blades trying to keep the Hobbits safe.
"Idmi d'dum, rusê!" Gimli cheered as he swung out and buried his axe into the head of an Orc that was sneaking up on the lass as she fired arrow after arrow at them.
Jasper and Peter separated as the hobbits charged into the fray with war cries and slashed out and jabbed anything and everything they could reach while dodging blows. Sam froze as he spun around and came face to face with a troll before dodging under the legs of the creature as it swung it's mace down where he was once standing and backed into the wall in fear as it swung around to face him once more.
Aragorn and Boromir grasp the chain with frantic hands and heaved but struggled to pull the beast back enough. Peter seeing their issue dashed over and under blades to help them, his eyes widening in horror as the beast roared as it spun around and smacked both he and Boromir with its mace and sent them flying back into the wall.
A groan escaped Boromir's lips as he shook off the hit and stared up at the orc that was about to strike out only to snap his head around to where he was hit from to see Aragorn drop his arm from the action of throwing his sword.
Legolas and Bella danced around one another like always picking up arrows and reusing them or slashing out with their daggers as they tried to cull as many as they could while defending the tomb and the others. Gimli snarled and threw his axe with both arms at the troll and grinning in victory as it embedded in the right shoulder and quickly dove off his cousin's tomb as the beast continued with his attack and smashed open the stone.
Gandalf and Legolas inhaled sharply as the crack rent the air and turned their wide eyes to Bella as she stared at the gaping hole and caught sight of the bones within broken and damaged.
"DOWN EVERYONE DOWN!" Legolas yelled as he pulled Merry and Boromir to the ground and covered their heads just as his wife let out an ear-splitting scream of rage.
The light that emitted from Bella was the very same that Gandalf had harnessed back in the Goblin Town and it sent everything and one that were on their feet still, back. When it faded the orcs were scattered disoriented on the ground but the troll still stood though confused and it swung the chain around its neck haphazardly. Legolas swung up and kicked back the vampire that was protecting Frodo and back flipped over the chain as it was yanked back.
He dodged and twirled while his wife slashed away at the Orcs while protecting Gimli who was down and the open jagged section of the tomb, her skin an ashen grey and eyes a blazing fury of power. "Give me a hand will you?" He shouts to the vampire and gave a running leap at him before spinning in an arc as he was tossed on the troll.
It thrashed and raged under him as he shot at it with two arrows he had acquired before the blast and pushed off as it screeched, spinning around madly.
"FRODO!" Aragorn's cry rent the air as he rushed towards the now fallen hobbit that was struck by the spiked end of the troll's mace.
Sam screams in rage as he rushes forward and slashes at the trolls knees, he could hear Merry and Pippin screaming as well before he was yanked back just as the troll fell dead, felled by four arrows and two swords to the head.
Aragorn rushes to Frodo's side as he slumps to the floor, tears pooling in his eyes as the failure burns in his throat. They failed him, now he's… He casts a glance up to see the others of the company around him, all looking horrified and his eyes shoot to his Lady as she turns away with defeated shoulders and moves to the tomb.
A ragged gasp escapes Frodo's throat as he was rolled over, pain shooting up his chest as he struggled to inhale.
"He's alive!" Sam gasps out in relief as he rushes forward to help Frodo sit up.
Frodo pats Sam's shoulder half-heartedly as he sucked in a lungful of air. "I'm alright. I'm not hurt."
"You should be dead. That spear would've skewered a wild boar!" Aragorn gasped out in amazement and confusion.
Gandalf eyed the hobbit and leant heavily on his staff as he moved closer. "I think there's more to this hobbit than meets the eye."
Frodo opens his shirt to reveal the Mithril Vest earning an awed gasp from Gimli. "Mithril! You are full of surprises, Master Baggins."
"Yer not okay suga'," Peter murmured to his friend as he and Jasper stepped away from the others in the company and to her side.
Bella shook her head as she stared at the shattered bones of her brother. "He was my brother; I've known him since he was not yet of age and no one told me. They desecrated his tomb, their tombs. They will pay for this."
Legolas stepped back from the group sharply as he heard the darkness in his wife's voice and made it to her side just as she collapsed, a sob tearing from her throat. But he could still feel the fury under the grief, could feel it burn in his own chest as if it was his own anger while he fought off his own sadness at the loss of three friends. "They will in time wife."
"It is not soon enough, I will kill that filth for this. I will deliver their heads to my king and watch them burn." The words were harsh and only three in the room understood them, Legolas and Gandalf glancing sharply at one another as Gimli nodded in agreement.
The sounds of screeches and drums filled the silence once more, both Jasper and Peter rushed out to see how much time they had before returning with panic in their eyes.
Gandalf spun around to the others. "To the bridge of Khazad-dum!"
They ran through the halls illuminated by the light of Gandalf's staff as the laughs and screeches of the orcs and goblins grew louder. Both Jasper and Peter felt their eyes widen as they took in the mass of twisted bodies as they crawled out of the cracks and crevices like cockroaches. They ran as fast as they could, Bella and Legolas sticking close to the hobbits and sometimes picking them up as they stumbled before they all came to a crashing stop, surrounded by goblins.
Each member held up their weapons before them ready for what was to come but froze as a deep chest rattling roar filled the hall and drowning out the screeches. Bella and Gandalf froze in terror as the goblins began to flee and the snarl began to rumble, they knew that sound.
"What is this new devilry?" Boromir whispered as light began to flicker at the end of the hall before flame spilled into view.
"A Balrog… a demon of the ancient world! This foe is beyond any of you!" Gandalf replied in horror and fear.
Bella began to shove everyone. "Run, RUN!"
They wove around columns and down the flight of stairs, Legolas and Peter dashing forward to yank back Boromir as he cartwheeled his arms to keep him from falling off the ledge while Aragorn turned around in worry as Gandalf sagged tiredly against the wall.
"Lead them on Aragorn, the bridge is near," Gandalf ordered while placing his hand upon the young man's shoulder and casting his gaze to the bridge. The Balrog roared loudly behind them, too close for comfort and Gandalf shoved Aragorn away from him in panic and anger. "DO AS I SAY! Swords are no more use here."
Without a further word the others rushed down the winding stairs until they reached the crack but it did not stop Legolas and Bella from jumping easily across the gap and turning around with their hands out.
"Gandalf," Legolas urged as his eyes and the others shot to the shaking boom behind them to see cracks begin to form up the wall.
In a blink, Gandalf was across before the familiar hiss of an arrow slicing through the air reached the ears and said arrow crash into the now empty space of where the Wizard was standing. Bella withdrew her bow and began to shoot along with Legolas while Boromir grabbed the hobbits and jumped across just as the ledge beneath them fell out from beneath his feet.
"Nobody tosses a dwarf!" Gimli shouts as Jasper and Aragorn move as one to toss him across and watched as he barely reaches the edge and begins to fall back. Legolas felt his eyes widen as he rushes forward and grabs the dwarf by his beard with a wince.
"Shit we gotta move!" Peter shouts and picks up Frodo before jumping across, Jasper with Aragorn hot on his heels as the section of stairs under them begins to sway and tilt to the side.
Aragorn pats the cold one on the back in silent thanks before following the others down the staircase and towards the bridge just as the Balrog breaks through behind them. A mass of shadow and flame drops down into the chasm below causing Bella and Gandalf to halt while directing the others to cross the bridge with haste.
Gandalf and Bella spin as the Balrog climbs out of the hole and flame, its massive body alight and his eyes glowing like the very pits of Mordor themselves. It was the stuff of nightmares and far worse than what Bella or Gandalf could ever remember seeing.
"Yâsith!" Legolas called in a panic as he realised Bella wasn't by his side nor behind him as they ran towards the bridge but closer to the creature.
Hearing her husband's panicked call Bella began to run, her hand catching Gandalf's robe to urge him to follow just as the beast opened its maw and surged forward. One by one the fellowship crossed the heart-stopping narrow bridge without looking back till Gandalf's voice echoed over the snarls.
"You cannot pass!"
"GANDALF!" Frodo screamed as Boromir wrapped his arms around the small hobbit as he surged forward.
Legolas, Jasper and Peter grasped Bella as she too went to follow a scream tearing from her lips but Legolas knew, he knew that his wife was seeing more than what was before them and his heart fell when the beast rose to its full height, its wings spanning from one side to the other with Gandalf the only thing between them looking frail and small.
"I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. The darkfire will not avail you, flame of Udun." Gandalf snarled as he raised his staff just as the beast swung down its mighty blade sending sparks of light and flame around them. "Go back to the shadows!"
The others watch in fear and horror as the beast took a step on the bridge its whip raised high while Gandalf raised his staff up high. "You shall not pass!" The voice was booming with power and a blinding light filled the chasm as Gandalf slammed his staff down hard.
The bridge cracked and crumbled as the Balrog took another step before falling out from underneath the creature and taking it into the abyss, Gandalf turned to face the others with a smile only to pause as he felt the dark flame wrap up around his leg dragging him backwards. Glamdring and his staff fall down as he latched onto the rock, his eyes wide as he took in some of the fellowship rushing to his aid, he couldn't allow that, saving him would be his downfall and he stared down at Aragorn as his arms shook with the strain.
Legolas turned to Peter. "Take her, take her and run."
Peter didn't hesitate, his hands latching onto his friend and carried her out a fraction too late. Her scream echoed over the others as Gandalf fell down into the abyss after the Balrog, blinding light escaping her as she tried to break free of his hold. Peter knew if he lost his hold on her it would end badly so he closed his eyes and gripped her as tight as he could and just ran, through brick and ruin he didn't let anything stop him until the sun was on his face and then some.
The moment they stop Bella was out of his arms and sank to the ground screaming, Peter jerked back several feet as the ground began to shake and the wind howl around her. He knew his friend was powerful, so very powerful and though Peter had never had the chance to see it fully now was not the time.
"I didn't see it… I didn't see." She choked out once her screams died down, tears spilling down her cheeks.
"I didn't know either Suga', not till just before it happened." Peter sighed as he moved forward to comfort her. "Ye cannot blame ya self for this, his death is not on you."
"I could have done something to help," Bella whispered never once looking up.
Peter shook his head and tilted her head up to look at him. "I don't know what that creature was but I can tell that it scared both you and the strange old man, Jas was shakin' in his boots. Can you honestly tell me that what you could do would have helped without the risk of your own life?"
Bella shook her head and her shoulders slumped even more. "No, I would have been dragged down with Gandalf. There are only so many people in my history who have killed a Balrog and they've all died doing so."
She would have died and it would have destroyed her husband and all those she held and held her dear. Peter was right, the bastard.
"Now, I don't know why but you can't come back to me with the others, you have to run that way," Peter stated after a moment of silence and jerked his thumb behind him.
A huff of laughter escaped her lips and though it was just a small exhale of air it was a big win in Peter's books. "My parents dwell in the forest just over that hill. It will be where the others head next as Aragorn knows that safety will be there especially with Legolas being with them… though… I could send… yes… Go back to the others Peter and let Legolas know where I went."
Peter watched as Bella picked herself up from the ground and steeled herself to all the grief that weighed her down once more before taking off, weaving in and around the sparse set of trees and rocks like she had done so all her life but if what she said was true then this was her home ground so to speak. By the time he reached where they exited the others had found their own way out and each one dealing with their own grief.
Jasper tapped Legolas on the shoulder as Peter came into view, he made sure to stick to the elf like a burr the moment they came outside to see neither Peter nor Bella in sight. Legolas rushed to Peter's side drawing the attention of Gimli who wiped the tears away and followed, he knew the truth now and by Mahal was he not going to leave his kin's side or be left out of things.
"Where is she?" Legolas asked in a murmur while Boromir and Aragorn argued. "Is she well?"
Peter glanced at his brother and Legolas with a serious gaze. "She broke down screaming still when I got her out and she will be upset for a while but she went towards her home."
Legolas felt his shoulders slump in relief. "Good, if she was able to move then she will be well, I can sense her that much but she'll be able to get more help there."
"Now wait a minute, where did 'adadnamad go?" Gimli asked ignoring the looks of the others as he spoke Khuzdul to the elf.
Legolas turned his gaze down to Gimli. "Moriel went to her home, you know the stories of her yes… and, and the grief?"
"She still carries the Grief?" Gimli asked roughly, almost fearfully. Oh, he knew about Moriel's grief, most of their clan did.
"Always. The Loss of Gandalf…" Legolas trailed off as Aragorn shouted Frodo's name, his eyes snapping to the hobbit who had walked a little distance away from them all looking just as shattered as he remembered Bilbo being so many years ago.
"We must go," Boromir explained softly as he pulled the hobbits along. "Where's Lady Isabella?"
"She went ahead," Legolas replied as he helped Boromir with helping up Merry and Pippin once more, turning his eyes away in privacy as they wiped away their tears. His eyes scanned this horizon for danger while they began to march, they didn't have much time to waste before the sunset and his mind steadily on his Chosen.
Please be there gilgalad nín…
Author Note: Well look nearly at the end of Fellowship!
Ifridî - Make ready
Idmi d'dum, rusê! - Welcome to the Hall, Filth!
Yâsith - Wife
'adadnamad - Sister-Father Fathers-Sister
gilgalad nín - My starlight