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Nat's POV.

Orcs are swarming in through the broken door. It's kick ass time! Emma is already
getting stuck in, literally. Ow, that's gotta hurt. She just stabbed that one in the eye.
Nasty. I turn around to see a sword speeding towards me. I step to the side just in time to
avoid it colliding with my head. That. Was close. Crap! Another attack. The sword is coming back
again. It cuts my arm. Luckily it's not too deep but it still hurt.
"Hey arsehole! What do ya think ya playing at, eh?!!" I yelled at the orc. He just
bared his teeth and snarled. "Well, you asked for it." I lifted my sword and began slashing at
his stomach. The orc stands looking at me in shock. Stupid bugger. I raise my sword again
and chop off his head. Lovely. I then cut up his arms for good measure.
"Emma! How about we make this a competition? See how many orcs we can kill."
"Ok! You're on!" she yelled back. So it begins. I slash a few more orcs. Oohhh,
heads WILL roll.
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That little shit of a troll.....erm, BIG shit of a troll is attacking Frodo. Time to
help him I suppose. I slash a couple more orcs before going to where Frodo is lying on the ground.
He's been stabbed. Merry and Pippin start stabbing the troll in the back.
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Hmmmm, that went well. Ah. Time for dead orc counting.
"I've killed 14." Emma said as she walk over to me.
"Damn. I've only got 12."
"Ha ha!! I beat you!! Ew..." Emma had trodden in the pulp that was an arm once.
"That is gross!! It's like Jack the Ripper or something......" I smile to myself. Emma looks at
the orc that is lying on the floor in a puddle of blood, head gone and it's insides are all around
it. "Yuck. You certainly win the prize for most disgusting killings."
"Thanks."
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It turns out Frodo isn't dead. That Mithril vest of his kept him safe.
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"To da Bridge of Khazad-Dum!" Gandalf yelled. We all ran out into the cavernous
hallways. We get surrounded by orcs. Crap and double crap.
"Look. My bunny got dirty." Boromir said, showing me my rabbit. It used to be a pale
blue, it was now a dirty grey. "And I got hurt.....see...."
"Not now Boromir." I said, staring around at the orcs. "Incase you HADN'T noticed,
we're surrounded by orcs at the moment." I smiled at him. "Maybe later." I said.
A roar sounds in the distance. The orcs screech and run away.
"What is this new devilry?" Boromir asked, his voice shaking.
"A balrog." Gandalf answered. Boromir started wimpering.
"I'm scared again." he said to me. "I don't like this..."
"Run!!!" Gandalf shouted to us all.
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We ran.
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Boromir almost fell off the edge of the path. Luckily, Legolas pulled him away just in
time. Emma and I helped them up.
"Lead 'em on Aragorn me homie." Gandy said doing that STUPID pose again.
"Right." Aragorn nodded and lead us off.
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Great. We have to cross a gap. Legolas jumps and makes it easily. I'm not surprised.
What with all that poncing around and stuff......
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We're all safely across. Well, I say all of us, I mean most of us. Aragorn and Frodo are
stuck on the other side.
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They're across. Now we're running again. God, this is more than the most exercise I
ever get. It's tough. Crap. The mighty Balrog has made his appearence. Gandy, being the "hard
man" that he is, is trying to take him on. Brave guy. Did I say brave? God, I meant stupid.
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"You shall not pass!!" He yells, and brings his stick crashing down on the bridge.
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There always has to be some flaw with a plan, doesn't there? And the flaw with
that plan meant that Gan-da-man gets pulled into the abyss with the Balrog. Genius. It really is.
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Yep. You guessed it. We're running again.
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The hobbits are all grieving about Gandalf's fall. Merry is comforting Pippin. Sam has
his head in his hands and is crying. Frodo has disappeared again. Gimli is also crying. I wonder
why that is.....
"My magazine....." he wails, "I dropped it when I jumped. And it was the bumper
edition too....." Aragorn looks at him in disgust. So does Emma. Ah. That's why. Sad, sad
dwarf. A magazine.....
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Emma is standing in front of me and she is smirking. "Well, well, well...." she began.
"Three holes in a ground." I finished. She threw me a withering look which I
returned. "I saw you. And you can't deny it. I saw you giving Boromir a game of the ole Tonsil
Hockey ." She pointed to the rock where Boromir was still sitting. He was watching us closely.
I laughed.
"Whatever."
"I did. I watched you." A smile suddenly crossed my face. "What.....? I don't
like the way you're smiling at me Nat."
"You said you were 'watching'."
"Yes......NO!" I smirked.
"Dear me Emma. You're getting as bad as Gimli." I shook my head. "Never would
have expected it of you, of ALL people." Emma blushed and walked off. I laughed at her. I'd
got her. FINALLY I'd got my revenge. Well.....kind of. There's a LOT more where that came
from.