Disclaimer: I do NOT own Lord of the Rings, nor do I own Sailor Moon. Um… I
think I forgot to mention that in the first few chapters. ~.~; Whoopsie…
um, yeah…
Mm-kay….
EternalMoonPrincess – They're only that tall?! I thought they where about 4' tall / . \; Um… I'll go back and change that now *scurries off really quickly* [a few minutes later] *scurries back* Oi… really sorry 'bout that, and I'm glad you pointed that out! ^-^ K!
Key:
"____" is people speaking in common tongue
[______] is people speaking in Khuzdul (Dwarven tongue)
^story begin^
They inched along the corridor, eyes darting back and forth, looking for anything, or being, that would hinder their passage. Gimli had long since moved up to stand beside Gandalf, hoping to catch even the tiniest glance of another Dwarf. The further along they moved, the larger a white speck of light in the distance seemed to grow.
They were no further from the speck than thirteen yards, when Gimli gave a sudden cry. He raced forwards into the speck, which could now be clearly identified as an open door. He reached the move long before anyone else, and was crying things in his own native tongue. Mamatoba's ears perked at the most decipherable sentences and her eyes clouded with horror.
[Oh, Cousin Balin! Why did you have to try and retake these Dwarven halls? It has brought you doom, and myself despair!]
Mamatoba gave a muffled cry, and ran to the doorway, repeatedly stumbling and slipping on the moist rock. As she reached the room, she stopped abruptly at the tomb. She pulled the helmet off of her head, and lowered her face until her eyes were parallel with the ground.
[Balin… no…]
Tears spilt out of her eyes as she threw herself into her brother's arms. The rest of the Fellowship jogged up at looked at the sibling's tearful faces. Gandalf sighed quietly, and walked on to one of the numerous skeletons.
Samwise was going to question this action, before Gandalf turned back to them with a heavy book in his arms. He flipped through the pages, ending up on one of the last pages. He muttered some of the writing he could make out, but the last few words would forever be imprinted in their minds: "They are coming,"
As if on cue, the 'doom' of the drums started up again, and Mamatoba's face twisted into a dark scowl. She jammed the helmet back onto her head, almost a little too hard, and walked up to the doorway. Boromir jogged to catch up, and both barely missed being shot by jagged arrows.
Boromir lightly pushed Mamatoba back, and peered out into the hallway. His face visibly paled, and he hurriedly pushed one of the double doors closed, Mamatoba quickly closing the other one not to long after.
"There are many Orcs coming, too many, it seems, to count," Boromir muttered, "and they seemed to have found a Cave Troll to help them,"
Legolas immediately grabbed a few axes out of the hands of the dark gray skeletons, muttering a quick apology, and tossed them to Aragorn, who, in turn, used them to bar the doors. Everyone backed up, adrenalin already starting to rush through their systems, and stood at ready.
Aragorn and Legolas stood there, arrows already being aimed, though not at a specific target yet. Boromir, Frodo, Samwise, Pippin, and Merry stood in defensive positions, swords drawn (with Sting gleaming brightly). Gimli and Mamatoba stood, scowls distorting their faces, and axes readied.
They watched with apprehension as the door started shaking from the pressure of Orcs beating upon it, and nearly had heart attacks when an Orc hand broke through. Legolas's keen, Elven eyes noticed far quicker than the blink of an eye, and before anyone knew it, an arrow became embedded in it.
They heard a the noise of scrambling feet, and were surprised to suddenly see the door fly off of it's hinges. It was the troll. He was crying out in his own devilish language, jerking around, and causing the chain bound around his neck to fly.
Legolas and Aragorn shot off a few arrows, managing to kill the first few rows of Orcs poring into the small tomb. Aragorn's arrows had run out faster than Legolas's, so he drew his sword, hacking down Orcs left and right, preventing a good many from reaching the rest of the company.
Legolas soon too ran out of arrows, and pulled his long, white dagger from it's sheath hacking at chests and slicing through necks, never missing his mark. Meanwhile, Frodo and the other Hobbits had been hitting as many Orcs as possible, receiving many nicks from the foul Orc swords, as where the others in the Fellowship.
Gandalf had long since drawn his sword, Glamdring, and was also swinging at the foul creatures, occasionally hitting them with his staff as well. Having finished with many Orcs already, Mamatoba, Gimli, and Legolas where starting to attack the Cave Troll.
Sadly, the dagger and axes proved almost useless, causing Legolas to swiftly search for his arrows among the corpses, occasionally even taking decent looking Orc arrows (though the arrows seemed as foul as their original users).
He raced back to the Cave Troll, and cursed in his native tongue, as it seemed to escape the swings of the axes. The Cave Troll stalked up to Frodo, and only Aragorn and the other Hobbits noted what happened next. After playing a sort of… "hide and go seek" with Frodo, it knocked Aragorn away (who was trying to help) and seized a spear.
It was then that everyone else realized what would happen. Amidst all of the Orc slaying, they took time to notice the spear seem to pierce through Frodo's stomach, and watch with horror as he fell. Mamatoba and Legolas simultaneously rushed to him, and while Mamatoba was hacking away at the trolls leg (with surprising damage), Legolas shot at it's throat, which was bared as Samwise latched onto it's head and caused it to lean back a bit.
They watched with grim satisfaction as the Troll curiously brushed against his lip, looking numbly at the blood seeping out from his mouth and onto his fingers, and stumbled back and forth before finally resting on the ground, smashing many more Orcs in the process.
The rest of the Orcs, fearing for their lives, fled from the tomb (which now housed way too many of their own kind to their liking) and searched desperately for any reinforcements deep within Moria. They rushed immediately to the Ring Bearer's side, and watched with horror filled expressions as they looked upon his pale skin, and his closed eyelids, sure never to see the sun again.
Aragorn and Mamatoba lowered their heads and wept silently, before a meek voice interrupted them.
"I'm- I'm fine. It didn't kill me,"
Merry gave him a sarcastic look, "Apparently, if you're talking to us, Cousin Frodo!"
"How is this possible?" Legolas whispered, mystified. Gandalf gave a grim smile, "There is more to this Hobbit than what you see on the outside,"
Frodo gave him a light smile, before unbuttoning the first few buttons on his shirt. To everyone's astonishment, there was an armor of silver, shining like no metal ever seen.
"Mithril," Gimli murmured, dazed. Mamatoba nodded, amazed as well, "Crafted in true Dwarven fashion. Sadly we lost the secrets of the craft long ago, though we learned again, never as good as before, however. It is a true gift, it will protect your life, keep it well by you,"
"It would be wise never to shed that coat, Frodo, lest we ever find a time where we may rest in peace," Aragorn added with his usual grim grin.
'DOOM'
Pippin's eyes widened, as did everyone else's. They made a silent agreement, and fled out of the door at the opposite side of the room. They fled down a hall, and reached a large corridor. There where pillars distributed evenly throughout the room, and the darkness prevented them from seeing how far it went, for the light on Gandalf's staff shed not as much as they wished.
As they ran through the great hall, they vaguely noted the Orcs slinking down the pillars from the ceiling, nor the Orcs racing from the corridor they left, but they could barely notice the hoard of Orcs hoping to cut off their path to their front.
Soon they were surrounded to the extent that they barely had room stand without bumping each other. Mamatoba scowled and pushed Frodo, who was in front of her, back and stood as if guard. Following her example, the others also pushed the Hobbits behind them, praying that they would be safe for even just a small time longer.
The Orcs looked at them with their cat-like pupils, and called out things in their own hideous language, shrieks of laughter occasionally being heard from the back of the crowd.
A sudden pulse of red light started behind a few pillars at the beginning of a large opening. The Orcs gave cries of horror, and scuttled back up the walls, which vaguely reminded Samwise of the spiders in an old tool shed he had come across, as another pulse of red light came, this time with the shadow of fire.
Soon the Fellowship were the only beings left in the great hall, and they fled, keeping their eyes on the light on Gandalf's staff, never straying. Mamatoba, though usually a fast runner, was bringing up the rear, stumbling constantly. She tripped and fell, and would have been left behind, had not Boromir quickly skidded to a halt and hoisted her to his shoulders.
The soon reached a narrow corridor, and squeezed through. There was a maze of steps, and should you fall, you would note the fiery pits many leagues below, waiting for a meal. They traveled down a stair leading to a narrow crossing, but stopped when they reached a part where the bridge had collapsed.
Naturally, Legolas jumped over first, being an Elf and light on his feet. He turned and part way caught Gandalf as he jumped, then assisted Boromir across. He caught then Merry and Pippin, and was about to call for the next Hobbit, when an Orc arrow skipped off of the rock in front of him. He turned and fired the last arrow in his quiver into the darkness. The distance was impossible to tell, even for an Elf, yet they heard a blood- curling shriek, and saw a distant shadow fly into a pit of fire.
He turned back and gave a slight cry as the rock cracked. Aragorn quickly hoisted Sam across, and was about to throw Gimli next, but was refused.
"A Dwarf will not be thrown like a rag-doll!"
And so he jumped, and teetered dangerously on the edge, wind-milling for dear life. Mamatoba's eyes widened, and she was about to cry, but the Elf had grabbed onto her brother's beard, and was pulling him up, receiving a few curses again. Aragorn faced her.
She looked to his arms, then to her brother who was finally up on the other side of the stairway, and practically leaped into Aragorn's arms. He quickly threw he across, and Gandalf caught her, for the Elf was too busy bickering with her brother.
She gave a startled cry as she saw the rock crumble to a dangerous extent. It started teetering back and forth, before Aragorn called to Frodo to lean forward. They did so, and to everyone's relief, they made it safely across.
They started running again, and managed to reach the bridge mere moments before the red light pulsed again. As they crossed the narrow bridge, they didn't notice the black figure loom up behind Gandalf, smoldering with flames.
Gandalf stopped, half way across the bridge, and turned to the creature. 'Balrog' they heard him faintly mutter. He stood up his staff proudly in front of him. He called out, in a clear and commanding voice.
"You cannot pass,"
The Balrog seemed to sneer, before roaring loudly, revealing a mouth and throat that was literally on fire. The warm air blew the old man's ash gray hair back, and caused the air to rise in blurry waves. The whole Fellowship could faintly tell just how angry Gandalf had suddenly become.
"I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. You cannot pass. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udûn. Go pack to the Shadow! You cannot pass,"
It seemed as if the fire radiating from the unearthly beast was fading. It seemed to scowl, and it produced a sword of flames, radiating darkness. He brought it down on Gandalf, but a white flame bursting from his staff prevented the sword from hitting. He called back to Aragorn and Boromir to stop from coming nearer.
The Balrog hissed at Gandalf, and then created a whip of flame. It jumped upon the old stone bridge and snapped the whip at the wall. Gandalf's lips curled into a snarl.
"You cannot pass!" And with that, his staff broke, as did the section of the bridge where the Balrog stood. It fell with a cry that burned the ears of everyone present. Gandalf turned to them, back bent crooked, it seemed his age was only now truly showing.
Frodo cried out in alarm as a fiery whip came up and wrapped around Gandalf's ankle. He was pulled almost fully off of the bridge, but clung to the edge with his hands. He managed to whisper out only a single phrase, before letting himself plummet into the dark abyss.
"Fly, you fools, fly," and so they watched as he fell, not a single cry coming from his lips. Mamatoba cried with horror, and ran quickly to the edge, despite the warnings from her brother. She peered down and barely could make out the form of Gandalf as he fell, legs kept loosely together, arms spread wide. His grey robes were fluttering about him, causing him to resemble a majestic gray bird.
Tears coursed down her cheeks, and she wind-milled as an Orc arrow hit the ground below the ledge where she stood. She noticed a blazing white circle form below she was going to fall, should no one manage to help her balance. She saw 8 figures standing there, all clad in white, seeming to wait for something.
With a start she realized what they were waiting for. 'They're waiting for me… Why do they seem so familiar? I… I have to speak with them,' she thought with a troubled look on her face.
Suddenly, as if someone took over temporary control of her body, she slouched forewards, and fell into the blackness. She widened her eyes as she noticed that she fell through the circle, and fainted.
The remaining Fellowship rushed to the edge and watched with horror as she fell. Boromir seized Gimli under the arms, and the group rushed up the stairs until they reached actual sunlight again. Boromir stumbled to his knees, and grabbed Gimli in a brotherly hug, also trying to keep him from rushing back as he was trying to do.
They collapsed to the ground, tears in their eyes, on their cheeks, forming puddles on the ground. They quite well realized why they were sad about Gandalf, but they were slightly confused as to why they felt such a tremendous loss when Mamatoba died. Gimli was understandable, yet the rest were surprised to learn that they had grown so attached to her. It seemed something was missing, and it also seemed that the missing thing would never return…
Mm-kay….
EternalMoonPrincess – They're only that tall?! I thought they where about 4' tall / . \; Um… I'll go back and change that now *scurries off really quickly* [a few minutes later] *scurries back* Oi… really sorry 'bout that, and I'm glad you pointed that out! ^-^ K!
Key:
"____" is people speaking in common tongue
[______] is people speaking in Khuzdul (Dwarven tongue)
^story begin^
They inched along the corridor, eyes darting back and forth, looking for anything, or being, that would hinder their passage. Gimli had long since moved up to stand beside Gandalf, hoping to catch even the tiniest glance of another Dwarf. The further along they moved, the larger a white speck of light in the distance seemed to grow.
They were no further from the speck than thirteen yards, when Gimli gave a sudden cry. He raced forwards into the speck, which could now be clearly identified as an open door. He reached the move long before anyone else, and was crying things in his own native tongue. Mamatoba's ears perked at the most decipherable sentences and her eyes clouded with horror.
[Oh, Cousin Balin! Why did you have to try and retake these Dwarven halls? It has brought you doom, and myself despair!]
Mamatoba gave a muffled cry, and ran to the doorway, repeatedly stumbling and slipping on the moist rock. As she reached the room, she stopped abruptly at the tomb. She pulled the helmet off of her head, and lowered her face until her eyes were parallel with the ground.
[Balin… no…]
Tears spilt out of her eyes as she threw herself into her brother's arms. The rest of the Fellowship jogged up at looked at the sibling's tearful faces. Gandalf sighed quietly, and walked on to one of the numerous skeletons.
Samwise was going to question this action, before Gandalf turned back to them with a heavy book in his arms. He flipped through the pages, ending up on one of the last pages. He muttered some of the writing he could make out, but the last few words would forever be imprinted in their minds: "They are coming,"
As if on cue, the 'doom' of the drums started up again, and Mamatoba's face twisted into a dark scowl. She jammed the helmet back onto her head, almost a little too hard, and walked up to the doorway. Boromir jogged to catch up, and both barely missed being shot by jagged arrows.
Boromir lightly pushed Mamatoba back, and peered out into the hallway. His face visibly paled, and he hurriedly pushed one of the double doors closed, Mamatoba quickly closing the other one not to long after.
"There are many Orcs coming, too many, it seems, to count," Boromir muttered, "and they seemed to have found a Cave Troll to help them,"
Legolas immediately grabbed a few axes out of the hands of the dark gray skeletons, muttering a quick apology, and tossed them to Aragorn, who, in turn, used them to bar the doors. Everyone backed up, adrenalin already starting to rush through their systems, and stood at ready.
Aragorn and Legolas stood there, arrows already being aimed, though not at a specific target yet. Boromir, Frodo, Samwise, Pippin, and Merry stood in defensive positions, swords drawn (with Sting gleaming brightly). Gimli and Mamatoba stood, scowls distorting their faces, and axes readied.
They watched with apprehension as the door started shaking from the pressure of Orcs beating upon it, and nearly had heart attacks when an Orc hand broke through. Legolas's keen, Elven eyes noticed far quicker than the blink of an eye, and before anyone knew it, an arrow became embedded in it.
They heard a the noise of scrambling feet, and were surprised to suddenly see the door fly off of it's hinges. It was the troll. He was crying out in his own devilish language, jerking around, and causing the chain bound around his neck to fly.
Legolas and Aragorn shot off a few arrows, managing to kill the first few rows of Orcs poring into the small tomb. Aragorn's arrows had run out faster than Legolas's, so he drew his sword, hacking down Orcs left and right, preventing a good many from reaching the rest of the company.
Legolas soon too ran out of arrows, and pulled his long, white dagger from it's sheath hacking at chests and slicing through necks, never missing his mark. Meanwhile, Frodo and the other Hobbits had been hitting as many Orcs as possible, receiving many nicks from the foul Orc swords, as where the others in the Fellowship.
Gandalf had long since drawn his sword, Glamdring, and was also swinging at the foul creatures, occasionally hitting them with his staff as well. Having finished with many Orcs already, Mamatoba, Gimli, and Legolas where starting to attack the Cave Troll.
Sadly, the dagger and axes proved almost useless, causing Legolas to swiftly search for his arrows among the corpses, occasionally even taking decent looking Orc arrows (though the arrows seemed as foul as their original users).
He raced back to the Cave Troll, and cursed in his native tongue, as it seemed to escape the swings of the axes. The Cave Troll stalked up to Frodo, and only Aragorn and the other Hobbits noted what happened next. After playing a sort of… "hide and go seek" with Frodo, it knocked Aragorn away (who was trying to help) and seized a spear.
It was then that everyone else realized what would happen. Amidst all of the Orc slaying, they took time to notice the spear seem to pierce through Frodo's stomach, and watch with horror as he fell. Mamatoba and Legolas simultaneously rushed to him, and while Mamatoba was hacking away at the trolls leg (with surprising damage), Legolas shot at it's throat, which was bared as Samwise latched onto it's head and caused it to lean back a bit.
They watched with grim satisfaction as the Troll curiously brushed against his lip, looking numbly at the blood seeping out from his mouth and onto his fingers, and stumbled back and forth before finally resting on the ground, smashing many more Orcs in the process.
The rest of the Orcs, fearing for their lives, fled from the tomb (which now housed way too many of their own kind to their liking) and searched desperately for any reinforcements deep within Moria. They rushed immediately to the Ring Bearer's side, and watched with horror filled expressions as they looked upon his pale skin, and his closed eyelids, sure never to see the sun again.
Aragorn and Mamatoba lowered their heads and wept silently, before a meek voice interrupted them.
"I'm- I'm fine. It didn't kill me,"
Merry gave him a sarcastic look, "Apparently, if you're talking to us, Cousin Frodo!"
"How is this possible?" Legolas whispered, mystified. Gandalf gave a grim smile, "There is more to this Hobbit than what you see on the outside,"
Frodo gave him a light smile, before unbuttoning the first few buttons on his shirt. To everyone's astonishment, there was an armor of silver, shining like no metal ever seen.
"Mithril," Gimli murmured, dazed. Mamatoba nodded, amazed as well, "Crafted in true Dwarven fashion. Sadly we lost the secrets of the craft long ago, though we learned again, never as good as before, however. It is a true gift, it will protect your life, keep it well by you,"
"It would be wise never to shed that coat, Frodo, lest we ever find a time where we may rest in peace," Aragorn added with his usual grim grin.
'DOOM'
Pippin's eyes widened, as did everyone else's. They made a silent agreement, and fled out of the door at the opposite side of the room. They fled down a hall, and reached a large corridor. There where pillars distributed evenly throughout the room, and the darkness prevented them from seeing how far it went, for the light on Gandalf's staff shed not as much as they wished.
As they ran through the great hall, they vaguely noted the Orcs slinking down the pillars from the ceiling, nor the Orcs racing from the corridor they left, but they could barely notice the hoard of Orcs hoping to cut off their path to their front.
Soon they were surrounded to the extent that they barely had room stand without bumping each other. Mamatoba scowled and pushed Frodo, who was in front of her, back and stood as if guard. Following her example, the others also pushed the Hobbits behind them, praying that they would be safe for even just a small time longer.
The Orcs looked at them with their cat-like pupils, and called out things in their own hideous language, shrieks of laughter occasionally being heard from the back of the crowd.
A sudden pulse of red light started behind a few pillars at the beginning of a large opening. The Orcs gave cries of horror, and scuttled back up the walls, which vaguely reminded Samwise of the spiders in an old tool shed he had come across, as another pulse of red light came, this time with the shadow of fire.
Soon the Fellowship were the only beings left in the great hall, and they fled, keeping their eyes on the light on Gandalf's staff, never straying. Mamatoba, though usually a fast runner, was bringing up the rear, stumbling constantly. She tripped and fell, and would have been left behind, had not Boromir quickly skidded to a halt and hoisted her to his shoulders.
The soon reached a narrow corridor, and squeezed through. There was a maze of steps, and should you fall, you would note the fiery pits many leagues below, waiting for a meal. They traveled down a stair leading to a narrow crossing, but stopped when they reached a part where the bridge had collapsed.
Naturally, Legolas jumped over first, being an Elf and light on his feet. He turned and part way caught Gandalf as he jumped, then assisted Boromir across. He caught then Merry and Pippin, and was about to call for the next Hobbit, when an Orc arrow skipped off of the rock in front of him. He turned and fired the last arrow in his quiver into the darkness. The distance was impossible to tell, even for an Elf, yet they heard a blood- curling shriek, and saw a distant shadow fly into a pit of fire.
He turned back and gave a slight cry as the rock cracked. Aragorn quickly hoisted Sam across, and was about to throw Gimli next, but was refused.
"A Dwarf will not be thrown like a rag-doll!"
And so he jumped, and teetered dangerously on the edge, wind-milling for dear life. Mamatoba's eyes widened, and she was about to cry, but the Elf had grabbed onto her brother's beard, and was pulling him up, receiving a few curses again. Aragorn faced her.
She looked to his arms, then to her brother who was finally up on the other side of the stairway, and practically leaped into Aragorn's arms. He quickly threw he across, and Gandalf caught her, for the Elf was too busy bickering with her brother.
She gave a startled cry as she saw the rock crumble to a dangerous extent. It started teetering back and forth, before Aragorn called to Frodo to lean forward. They did so, and to everyone's relief, they made it safely across.
They started running again, and managed to reach the bridge mere moments before the red light pulsed again. As they crossed the narrow bridge, they didn't notice the black figure loom up behind Gandalf, smoldering with flames.
Gandalf stopped, half way across the bridge, and turned to the creature. 'Balrog' they heard him faintly mutter. He stood up his staff proudly in front of him. He called out, in a clear and commanding voice.
"You cannot pass,"
The Balrog seemed to sneer, before roaring loudly, revealing a mouth and throat that was literally on fire. The warm air blew the old man's ash gray hair back, and caused the air to rise in blurry waves. The whole Fellowship could faintly tell just how angry Gandalf had suddenly become.
"I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. You cannot pass. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udûn. Go pack to the Shadow! You cannot pass,"
It seemed as if the fire radiating from the unearthly beast was fading. It seemed to scowl, and it produced a sword of flames, radiating darkness. He brought it down on Gandalf, but a white flame bursting from his staff prevented the sword from hitting. He called back to Aragorn and Boromir to stop from coming nearer.
The Balrog hissed at Gandalf, and then created a whip of flame. It jumped upon the old stone bridge and snapped the whip at the wall. Gandalf's lips curled into a snarl.
"You cannot pass!" And with that, his staff broke, as did the section of the bridge where the Balrog stood. It fell with a cry that burned the ears of everyone present. Gandalf turned to them, back bent crooked, it seemed his age was only now truly showing.
Frodo cried out in alarm as a fiery whip came up and wrapped around Gandalf's ankle. He was pulled almost fully off of the bridge, but clung to the edge with his hands. He managed to whisper out only a single phrase, before letting himself plummet into the dark abyss.
"Fly, you fools, fly," and so they watched as he fell, not a single cry coming from his lips. Mamatoba cried with horror, and ran quickly to the edge, despite the warnings from her brother. She peered down and barely could make out the form of Gandalf as he fell, legs kept loosely together, arms spread wide. His grey robes were fluttering about him, causing him to resemble a majestic gray bird.
Tears coursed down her cheeks, and she wind-milled as an Orc arrow hit the ground below the ledge where she stood. She noticed a blazing white circle form below she was going to fall, should no one manage to help her balance. She saw 8 figures standing there, all clad in white, seeming to wait for something.
With a start she realized what they were waiting for. 'They're waiting for me… Why do they seem so familiar? I… I have to speak with them,' she thought with a troubled look on her face.
Suddenly, as if someone took over temporary control of her body, she slouched forewards, and fell into the blackness. She widened her eyes as she noticed that she fell through the circle, and fainted.
The remaining Fellowship rushed to the edge and watched with horror as she fell. Boromir seized Gimli under the arms, and the group rushed up the stairs until they reached actual sunlight again. Boromir stumbled to his knees, and grabbed Gimli in a brotherly hug, also trying to keep him from rushing back as he was trying to do.
They collapsed to the ground, tears in their eyes, on their cheeks, forming puddles on the ground. They quite well realized why they were sad about Gandalf, but they were slightly confused as to why they felt such a tremendous loss when Mamatoba died. Gimli was understandable, yet the rest were surprised to learn that they had grown so attached to her. It seemed something was missing, and it also seemed that the missing thing would never return…