The orcs immediately dispersed. We all breathed a sigh of relief. Well, all of us except Gandalf, who had an expression of horror on his face.
"What is it Gandalf? What scared the orcs away?" Boromir asked.
"It, a balrog, Durin's Bane. A creature of old that roams only in the deepest, darkest of places," he answered. Once the word was uttered, Legolas shared Gandalf's concern. The hall behind us began to grow brighter as the creature got closer.
"RUN!!" Aragorn called. Soon, pillars behind us started to fall. We spotted an opening and quickly ran through it. I was ushered through first, so turned my head as I ran, so I could see how everyone else was, when suddenly the ground gave way beneath my left foot. I halted and tried to regain my balance, when an arm wrapped around my chest and pulled me back. The owner of the arm and I fell back, then we both hopped up. It was Legolas. I had no time to thank him; we had to run to keep up with everyone else. We came to a long causeway of stairs, leading this way and that. Finally, we got to a huge gap in the path. Legolas jumped over nimbly and stood waiting on the other side. Boromir grabbed Merry and Pippin and jumped over next. Then, with some hesitation, I leaped over, and was followed by Sam, Gandalf and Gimli. Arrows started flying at us from above. Legolas and I turned to look in the direction they were coming from and saw 6 or 7 orcs were shooting at us. We drew our bows, and started shooting back at them. We hit them all on the first shot. But while we were busy dealing with the orcs, a piece of the stair that Frodo and Aragorn were stuck on cracked and began to give way. It began to sway back and forth. Then Aragorn grabbed Frodo, and leaned forward, and so did the stairs. They slammed into our group of stairs, and then bounded over to us.
We then continued running from the balrog, until we reached the Bridge of Khazad-Dûm, the only other way out of Moria. We got to the bridge, and it was so narrow, we were forced to go across one by one. Aragorn led the way, followed by Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, and Gimli. Legolas tried to get Gandalf to get on the bridge, but he wouldn't budge and ushered Legolas to go. Legolas hopped on, and I followed closely behind him. Gandalf ushered Boromir to go, repeating the words, "fly, fly you fools" again and again. Boromir followed me across. When I had safely arrived on the other side, I turned and saw Gandalf standing in the middle of the bridge, with his back to us. We all stood there in amazement as the massive fiery monster came face to face with the suddenly small figure of our beloved Gandalf the Grey. We all watched helplessly as he confronted this huge powerful creature. I grasped Boromir's hand for assurance, but there wasn't much there. Hoping he would return to his senses, Merry and Pippin yelled his name over and over in their shrill voices. But either he couldn't hear them, or he chose not to. After that, everything around me went in slow motion. Gandalf commanded that the balrog could not pass. It fought for a while, and then the bridge broke in half and the balrog fell into the depths of Moria's dark chasms. Gandalf remained on the bridge, and everyone felt a tad bit relieved. He turned and looked at us in triumph. Then, from the depths came a long whip of flame. It wrapped around Gandalf's leg and pulled him below. I could hear myself scream, yet it seemed like it was miles away. I heard yells all around me, but it was all a daze. I felt a tug, and snapped out of my night mare. Boromir pulled me along, signaling I needed to move on because orcs were on the other side of what usd to be the bridge. I sped out, wanting to leave this wretched place as soon as possible. We ran through a cavern, up some stairs and then away to the door.
When the sunlight hit my face, I felt as if a huge burden had been lifted off of me. I collapsed to the ground, to tired to move, to cry, to respond to anyone. Boromir came from behind me and put his arm around my shoulders. I finally got the strength to cry and soon after, began to bawl. A voice resounded through the air.
"LEGOLAS! BOROMIR!" it was Aragorn, "gather everyone up! We must depart quickly!" he called. I looked up in astonishment. Boromir could see the hurt in my face.
"Let them rest! They… we have just suffered a great loss."
"This whole area will be swarming with orcs by nightfall. We must make for the woods of Lothlorien, as soon as possible." Aragorn called back.
Boromir extended his hand and helped me to my feet. He wiped my face with his sleeve and lifted up my chin so we looked each other in the eye. "It'll be okay, I promise. Think of what Faramir would think if he saw you like this," he whispered. I thought of my dear brother.
"He must be a nervous wreck," I said and gave a forced chuckle through my tears. We began to walk forward. I looked at Legolas, who stood silently, but had tears streaming down his face. I trudged on, all the while my legs felt like they were made of lead. I think Frodo took it worst of all, because he was really close to Gandalf. By the end of the night, we were in the Golden Wood.
"What is it Gandalf? What scared the orcs away?" Boromir asked.
"It, a balrog, Durin's Bane. A creature of old that roams only in the deepest, darkest of places," he answered. Once the word was uttered, Legolas shared Gandalf's concern. The hall behind us began to grow brighter as the creature got closer.
"RUN!!" Aragorn called. Soon, pillars behind us started to fall. We spotted an opening and quickly ran through it. I was ushered through first, so turned my head as I ran, so I could see how everyone else was, when suddenly the ground gave way beneath my left foot. I halted and tried to regain my balance, when an arm wrapped around my chest and pulled me back. The owner of the arm and I fell back, then we both hopped up. It was Legolas. I had no time to thank him; we had to run to keep up with everyone else. We came to a long causeway of stairs, leading this way and that. Finally, we got to a huge gap in the path. Legolas jumped over nimbly and stood waiting on the other side. Boromir grabbed Merry and Pippin and jumped over next. Then, with some hesitation, I leaped over, and was followed by Sam, Gandalf and Gimli. Arrows started flying at us from above. Legolas and I turned to look in the direction they were coming from and saw 6 or 7 orcs were shooting at us. We drew our bows, and started shooting back at them. We hit them all on the first shot. But while we were busy dealing with the orcs, a piece of the stair that Frodo and Aragorn were stuck on cracked and began to give way. It began to sway back and forth. Then Aragorn grabbed Frodo, and leaned forward, and so did the stairs. They slammed into our group of stairs, and then bounded over to us.
We then continued running from the balrog, until we reached the Bridge of Khazad-Dûm, the only other way out of Moria. We got to the bridge, and it was so narrow, we were forced to go across one by one. Aragorn led the way, followed by Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, and Gimli. Legolas tried to get Gandalf to get on the bridge, but he wouldn't budge and ushered Legolas to go. Legolas hopped on, and I followed closely behind him. Gandalf ushered Boromir to go, repeating the words, "fly, fly you fools" again and again. Boromir followed me across. When I had safely arrived on the other side, I turned and saw Gandalf standing in the middle of the bridge, with his back to us. We all stood there in amazement as the massive fiery monster came face to face with the suddenly small figure of our beloved Gandalf the Grey. We all watched helplessly as he confronted this huge powerful creature. I grasped Boromir's hand for assurance, but there wasn't much there. Hoping he would return to his senses, Merry and Pippin yelled his name over and over in their shrill voices. But either he couldn't hear them, or he chose not to. After that, everything around me went in slow motion. Gandalf commanded that the balrog could not pass. It fought for a while, and then the bridge broke in half and the balrog fell into the depths of Moria's dark chasms. Gandalf remained on the bridge, and everyone felt a tad bit relieved. He turned and looked at us in triumph. Then, from the depths came a long whip of flame. It wrapped around Gandalf's leg and pulled him below. I could hear myself scream, yet it seemed like it was miles away. I heard yells all around me, but it was all a daze. I felt a tug, and snapped out of my night mare. Boromir pulled me along, signaling I needed to move on because orcs were on the other side of what usd to be the bridge. I sped out, wanting to leave this wretched place as soon as possible. We ran through a cavern, up some stairs and then away to the door.
When the sunlight hit my face, I felt as if a huge burden had been lifted off of me. I collapsed to the ground, to tired to move, to cry, to respond to anyone. Boromir came from behind me and put his arm around my shoulders. I finally got the strength to cry and soon after, began to bawl. A voice resounded through the air.
"LEGOLAS! BOROMIR!" it was Aragorn, "gather everyone up! We must depart quickly!" he called. I looked up in astonishment. Boromir could see the hurt in my face.
"Let them rest! They… we have just suffered a great loss."
"This whole area will be swarming with orcs by nightfall. We must make for the woods of Lothlorien, as soon as possible." Aragorn called back.
Boromir extended his hand and helped me to my feet. He wiped my face with his sleeve and lifted up my chin so we looked each other in the eye. "It'll be okay, I promise. Think of what Faramir would think if he saw you like this," he whispered. I thought of my dear brother.
"He must be a nervous wreck," I said and gave a forced chuckle through my tears. We began to walk forward. I looked at Legolas, who stood silently, but had tears streaming down his face. I trudged on, all the while my legs felt like they were made of lead. I think Frodo took it worst of all, because he was really close to Gandalf. By the end of the night, we were in the Golden Wood.