We all ran in, doing what we could to get away to get away from the monster. Suddenly, the monster thrashed against the portals, and everything came crashing down. After that, we were in complete darkness. I stood there, not knowing what to do or where to move. Gandalf's staff gradually lit up and we were able to observe the room we were standing in. The horror I looked upon was unfathomable. Bones, broken shields and shattered axes were strewn all about. I gasped at the sight. The hall looked to be a beautiful at one time, but an unspeakable evil had passed through, transforming it into a mausoleum.
Nothing compared to the look on Gimli's face. His face was twisted into a face of terror and grief. "What has happened here?" he whispered to himself, yet compared to the stark silence before, it sounded like a booming yell. He got down on one knee, and put his head in his hands. Though he had rude to us all the whole journey, I walked over and kneeled next to his small figure.
"I know it is difficult for you to see this," I spoke as I put my arm around his shoulders, "but you must stay strong. Strong and stout of heart, as only a dwarf can be." I got up and smoothed out my coat and my hair.
"Come, we must leave this place of sorrow and continue on. Follow me," Gandalf said, and then pointed his staff forward. I began to walk after them, when I tuned back to see Frodo and Sam helping Gimli up from his place. Gandalf led us through the hallways, rooms and tunnels of Moria. Finally, after what seemed to be hours, we entered a great hall. The ceiling was high, higher than any I have ever been under. It was supported by many gigantic pillars. We wandered around a bit, but stayed close, in case any evil was still lurking about. Boromir discovered the entrance of a room, and we all followed him in.
The room was about as big as the entrance hall, and was filled with the same remnants of destruction. In the middle was a great casket with dwarfish runes carved on the top of it. Gandalf walked over and examined them. "Some of this is unintelligible, but it looks to read 'Balin, Lord of Moria.' " Gimli again covered his face with his hands and made his way over to the foot of the casket. The rest of the group began to walk about the rest of the tomb. Frodo pointed out to Gandalf a huge book that one of the skeletons possessed. He picked it up, dusted it off, and began to read excerpt from it. I refused to listen, the thought of what these people went through was unbearable. I turned my gaze over to Pippin, who was looking down into a well.
Then a big CRASH vibrated through the room. Pippin had knocked in an old pail and chain down it the well, sending it to who knows where. Soon, a skeleton attached to it, followed it down the pit. Everytime it hit something on the way down , a loud thud or clank resounded around us. When it was finally finished, Gandalf turned and towered over Pippin.
"You fool of a Took!" Gandalf boomed, "next time you decide to do this, throw yourself in and save us the trouble of having to put up with this nonsense!" He walked back over and grabbed his staff and stormed away. We went on about our business, when a heard a thud, what I thought was someone hitting a wall, and then another followed it. It kept up every few seconds, like a heartbeat, until I got sick of it. "Please, whoever is making that noise, just quit. It's bothering me."
"No one is hitting the walls, what are you talking about?" Boromir asked.
"Well, whatever is making that thud noise, stop it." I repeated, "don't you guys hear it?"
"No…," Aragorn began, "oh wait… hear that?" We all froze and listened. It slowly repeated, over and over, boom boom boom, same as before. Yet now, it sounded as if it was getting closer and closer.
"YRCH!" Legolas bursted out in his own language.
I got a confused look on my face, until Aragorn informed us, "it means Orcs. Frodo, look at your blade." Frodo pulled his sword out of it's sheath and looked at it. It was glowing blue. Boromir ran over to the door and looked out. An arrow abruptly whizzed by his head and nearly got him. I ran to his side and helped him close the doors. Aragorn and Legolas came over with some of the dead's axes and we made a makeshift bar for it. I pulled out my bow and an arrow. A banging was coming from the other side of the door. Aragorn and Legolas drew their bows, and the others unsheathed their swords or axes. Then, something broke through the door. I shot at it, and it squealed with a sound I had never heard. We continued shooting until they were almost through the door. I retired my bow and took out my sword.I went back with Boromir and prepared for the ensuing battle. Boromir turned and whispered in my ear, "they have a cave troll." My eyes widened and my muscles tensed. We didn't stand a chance.
After the orcs broke through, it was a scene of utter chaos. I can't make heads or tails of much of it, even to this day when I look back. I know I slew many orcs and got many cuts and scrapes. Once we had battled them off, I felt changed, because before I had never killed anything bigger than a hare. I caught my breath and looked around , and saw that everyone was gathered around a heap on the floor. I rushed over and looked in. It was Frodo, lying on the ground, with Aragorn and Sam stooped over him.
"What happened?" I whispered to Merry, who looked very forlorn.
"The troll stabbed him with a spear, right in the rib cage," he answered. Then, as if resurrected from the dead, Frodo sat up and shook his head.
"You should be dead!" Aragorn exclaimed.
Frodo looked a little dizzy and said, "I thought I was." He untied his shirt and looked down. A flash of silver came from underneath.
"Oh! So this is what protected you! Little hobbit, you are full of surprises," he said as he lifted up his shirt. There was a tunic of mail, that was brighter and shinier than any I had ever seen before.
"Mithril," Gimli said under his breath, in a state of astonishment.
"HURRY! We will discuss these matters later, the next wave of orcs are bound to arrive any second. Follow me!" Gandalf yelled, and then he rushed out of the room. We all followed him out, and ran as fast we could, through the hall. I looked up as I ran, and saw what looked like millions of ants crawling all over the ceiling and the pillars. I looked harder and discovered they weren't ants, they were orcs. We continued running until a group of them blocked our path. We turned, looking for another route, but they began to surround us, so we had no choice but to stay there. I drew my sword and stood tall next to Boromir. I didn't want to show my fear, but I could feel my knees trembling. Also, if I died there, I wanted to be with my brother. Then, a low rumble came from beneath us and a bright flame rose in the back of the cave.
Nothing compared to the look on Gimli's face. His face was twisted into a face of terror and grief. "What has happened here?" he whispered to himself, yet compared to the stark silence before, it sounded like a booming yell. He got down on one knee, and put his head in his hands. Though he had rude to us all the whole journey, I walked over and kneeled next to his small figure.
"I know it is difficult for you to see this," I spoke as I put my arm around his shoulders, "but you must stay strong. Strong and stout of heart, as only a dwarf can be." I got up and smoothed out my coat and my hair.
"Come, we must leave this place of sorrow and continue on. Follow me," Gandalf said, and then pointed his staff forward. I began to walk after them, when I tuned back to see Frodo and Sam helping Gimli up from his place. Gandalf led us through the hallways, rooms and tunnels of Moria. Finally, after what seemed to be hours, we entered a great hall. The ceiling was high, higher than any I have ever been under. It was supported by many gigantic pillars. We wandered around a bit, but stayed close, in case any evil was still lurking about. Boromir discovered the entrance of a room, and we all followed him in.
The room was about as big as the entrance hall, and was filled with the same remnants of destruction. In the middle was a great casket with dwarfish runes carved on the top of it. Gandalf walked over and examined them. "Some of this is unintelligible, but it looks to read 'Balin, Lord of Moria.' " Gimli again covered his face with his hands and made his way over to the foot of the casket. The rest of the group began to walk about the rest of the tomb. Frodo pointed out to Gandalf a huge book that one of the skeletons possessed. He picked it up, dusted it off, and began to read excerpt from it. I refused to listen, the thought of what these people went through was unbearable. I turned my gaze over to Pippin, who was looking down into a well.
Then a big CRASH vibrated through the room. Pippin had knocked in an old pail and chain down it the well, sending it to who knows where. Soon, a skeleton attached to it, followed it down the pit. Everytime it hit something on the way down , a loud thud or clank resounded around us. When it was finally finished, Gandalf turned and towered over Pippin.
"You fool of a Took!" Gandalf boomed, "next time you decide to do this, throw yourself in and save us the trouble of having to put up with this nonsense!" He walked back over and grabbed his staff and stormed away. We went on about our business, when a heard a thud, what I thought was someone hitting a wall, and then another followed it. It kept up every few seconds, like a heartbeat, until I got sick of it. "Please, whoever is making that noise, just quit. It's bothering me."
"No one is hitting the walls, what are you talking about?" Boromir asked.
"Well, whatever is making that thud noise, stop it." I repeated, "don't you guys hear it?"
"No…," Aragorn began, "oh wait… hear that?" We all froze and listened. It slowly repeated, over and over, boom boom boom, same as before. Yet now, it sounded as if it was getting closer and closer.
"YRCH!" Legolas bursted out in his own language.
I got a confused look on my face, until Aragorn informed us, "it means Orcs. Frodo, look at your blade." Frodo pulled his sword out of it's sheath and looked at it. It was glowing blue. Boromir ran over to the door and looked out. An arrow abruptly whizzed by his head and nearly got him. I ran to his side and helped him close the doors. Aragorn and Legolas came over with some of the dead's axes and we made a makeshift bar for it. I pulled out my bow and an arrow. A banging was coming from the other side of the door. Aragorn and Legolas drew their bows, and the others unsheathed their swords or axes. Then, something broke through the door. I shot at it, and it squealed with a sound I had never heard. We continued shooting until they were almost through the door. I retired my bow and took out my sword.I went back with Boromir and prepared for the ensuing battle. Boromir turned and whispered in my ear, "they have a cave troll." My eyes widened and my muscles tensed. We didn't stand a chance.
After the orcs broke through, it was a scene of utter chaos. I can't make heads or tails of much of it, even to this day when I look back. I know I slew many orcs and got many cuts and scrapes. Once we had battled them off, I felt changed, because before I had never killed anything bigger than a hare. I caught my breath and looked around , and saw that everyone was gathered around a heap on the floor. I rushed over and looked in. It was Frodo, lying on the ground, with Aragorn and Sam stooped over him.
"What happened?" I whispered to Merry, who looked very forlorn.
"The troll stabbed him with a spear, right in the rib cage," he answered. Then, as if resurrected from the dead, Frodo sat up and shook his head.
"You should be dead!" Aragorn exclaimed.
Frodo looked a little dizzy and said, "I thought I was." He untied his shirt and looked down. A flash of silver came from underneath.
"Oh! So this is what protected you! Little hobbit, you are full of surprises," he said as he lifted up his shirt. There was a tunic of mail, that was brighter and shinier than any I had ever seen before.
"Mithril," Gimli said under his breath, in a state of astonishment.
"HURRY! We will discuss these matters later, the next wave of orcs are bound to arrive any second. Follow me!" Gandalf yelled, and then he rushed out of the room. We all followed him out, and ran as fast we could, through the hall. I looked up as I ran, and saw what looked like millions of ants crawling all over the ceiling and the pillars. I looked harder and discovered they weren't ants, they were orcs. We continued running until a group of them blocked our path. We turned, looking for another route, but they began to surround us, so we had no choice but to stay there. I drew my sword and stood tall next to Boromir. I didn't want to show my fear, but I could feel my knees trembling. Also, if I died there, I wanted to be with my brother. Then, a low rumble came from beneath us and a bright flame rose in the back of the cave.