A/N: In the previous chapter they fought the Watcher in the Water and in
this chapter they fight the troll. I decided to have each of the
characters from the books have a major role in each different battle. With
the Watcher it was The Dark is Rising and with the troll it will be Harry
Potter. Just a note about why I did that. Please read and review.
THE FALLING
They walked through the darkness for several hours. The only light came from Gandalf's staff, and Harry & Co.'s wands. Will S. had tried to summon a light but it drained him quickly so he had stopped. Will P. occasionally opened a window to let in more light but they were always small so as to not attract attention. It was very depressing in the dank, smelly caves. On the second day they came to a split in the path.
"I have no memory of this place," said Gandalf. The Fellowship all sat down to wait until Gandalf remembered and both Wills, Lyra, Bran, and Harry & Co. sat down to think.
"So you don't know how you got here?" asked Will P.
"We know. It was a Portkey. Voldemort sent it to try and get rid of us. We have to get back somehow," said Ron.
"We know too," said Bran, "it was a warestone sent by the Dark."
"Wait a minute. Bran, what did you say?" asked Hermione.
"I said 'the Dark'. But what does that have to do with anything?"
"Isn't it obvious? Your Dark, our Voldemort, and their Sauron is the same thing in essence. So we must have to help defeat Sauron. All of us. That's why we're here."
"What about Will and me?" asked Lyra.
"Um. I'm not sure, but there must be a reason. Maybe that Lady of the Wood Lord Elrond was talking about will know."
Then suddenly Gandalf stood up, "Aha!" he said, "It's that way!"
"He's remembered," said Merry.
"No. But the air doesn't feel so foul down here. Remember that Meriadoc, if in doubt, follow your nose."
After a few hours the passage began to open up. A minute or two later they entered a large hall. "Let me risk a little more light," said Gandalf, blowing on the crystal in his staff. It began to glow a bit brighter and in its light everyone gasped. The hall was huge, easily taller than five stories and columns grew up out of the floor that were as wide as trees and twice as tall. Gimli suddenly gave a shout and ran off towards a small antechamber. The rest of the company ran off after him in a ragged train calling him back.
The room where he had gone was a small guard room that had a raised coffin in the center of it. Gimli was moaning and sobbing beside it. Gandalf walked up beside him. "'Here lies Balin, son of Fundin, Lord of Moria.'" He read, "He is dead then. It is as I feared."
Gandalf then spotted the big book lying on the floor. "It looks like my Alethiometer studies book," whispered Lyra.
Gandalf opened the book to the last pages and read, "We have barred the gates but cannot hold them for long. We cannot get out. They have taken the Bridge and Second Hall. We cannot get out. The ground shakes. The end comes. Drums, drums in the deep. They are coming. We cannot get out. A Shadow moves in the dark. They are coming," he closed the book and looked around at everyone. The hobbits and Ron were terrified, Hermione and Harry looked worried, Lyra, Bran, and both Wills looked resigned to face whatever came, Aragorn, Boromir, and Legolas were also worried and Gimli was still sobbing into the tomb.
While Gandalf was reading Pippin had edged over to the well up the wall. A skeleton was perched on the edge with an arrow in its chest. Pippin reached up and touched the arrow and the skull fell into the hole. Pippin jumped away and put on his most innocent face. It was lost though by a wince when the rest of the skeleton fell in dragging a bucket in with it.
Everyone let out a sigh of relief when the echoes stopped and Gandalf glared at Pippin, "Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity."
"Now, now. Let's not quarrel," said Hermione, "We have to work together if we're going to save the world from Sauron or whoever."
Everyone turned to look at Hermione and their eyes shot daggers. "He, he," she giggled weakly, "Um, just kidding?"
Then there was the sound of drums beating somewhere. Boromir gasped and darted to the door and peered out, narrowly missing two arrows shot at his head. "Orcs!" he cried.
He ran back in and pulled the door shut. He wedged it shut with axes Legolas and Aragorn threw him and as he came back he said, "They have a cave troll."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione shared a look and pulled out their wands. Everyone else prepared for battle and they waited as the first wave of orcs ran towards the door. Enraged the orcs tried to break down the door with their axes. When there was enough of a hole in the door Legolas shot an arrow through and an orc cried out in pain.
The orcs fought fiercely but the Fellowship was fiercer. Most of the orcs were dead when the troll burst into the room, shattering what was left of the door. Ron stared in terror at the huge thing and a feeling of déjà vu rushed over him. Hermione whipped out her wand and cried, "Impedimenta!" The spell had no affect it just made the creature angrier. Harry tried the Stupefy curse but the troll just roared in anger and grabbed Harry by the ankles yanking him up into the air.
"Do something Ron!" he yelled. Legolas shot the troll but that just enraged the creature. The troll dropped Harry on his head and rushed towards Frodo, its spear thing raised high.
Ron's brain started working again when he saw the troll stab Frodo in the chest. "Wingardium Leviosa!" he yelled pointing his wand at the spear. It flew up into the air and then plummeted down hitting the troll in the head and piercing its skull. The troll wavered a few seconds and then fell to the ground with a thud.
There was silence and then Sam rushed forward and shook his master. "Mr. Frodo! Mr. Frodo wake up!"
Frodo gasped and clutched his chest. "I'm- I'm alright," he gasped. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"You should be dead," said Aragorn, "That spear would've skewered a wild boar."
"I think there's more to Frodo than meets the eye," said Will S. detecting the thing of the High Magic the hobbit was wearing. Frodo opened his shirt a little revealing the shirt of mithril rings that his Uncle Bilbo had given him.
"You are full of surprises Master Baggins," growled Gimli.
Down the corridor the sound of orcs running could be heard. "We must leave, now," said Legolas.
The Fellowship ran out of a side door and through another great hall only they didn't have time to top and wonder at its beauty. As they ran they heard the sound of footsteps and the room began to heat up. Bran looked back and gasped in fear. The far end of the room was hidden in flames and something was stirring in them.
"Ai, ai!" Legolas cried out in fear, "A Balrog! A Balrog is come!"
"Lead them on Aragorn!" cried Gandalf, "The Bridge is near." When Aragorn protested Gandalf shoved him forward saying, "This foe is beyond any of you. Swords are no use against Balrogs!"
The company ran forward and across the Bridge of Khazad-dûm although Lyra needed some persuasion from Will P. The darkness beneath reminded her of the abyss that she had so nearly fallen into. When they reached the other side safely they turned to look for Gandalf. He had stopped in the middle of the Bridge and was facing the Balrog that was coming.
"You cannot pass. 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 back to the Shadow! You cannot pass," cried Gandalf and as he did so he brought his staff down onto the stone of the bridge.
The Balrog growled and stepped forward and brought his huge sword up. He brought it down onto Gandalf but the wizard had made a shield around himself. On contact both sword and shield broke. The Balrog took another step forward but as it did so the bridge crumbled under its weight and the creature plummeted into the dark. Gandalf turned to join them but the Balrog hadn't given up yet. It swung its whip in a fiery arc and it caught Gandalf by the foot dragging him down.
As the wizard fell he looked at the Fellowship and whispered, "Fly, you fools." Before letting go and falling into the abyss.
THE FALLING
They walked through the darkness for several hours. The only light came from Gandalf's staff, and Harry & Co.'s wands. Will S. had tried to summon a light but it drained him quickly so he had stopped. Will P. occasionally opened a window to let in more light but they were always small so as to not attract attention. It was very depressing in the dank, smelly caves. On the second day they came to a split in the path.
"I have no memory of this place," said Gandalf. The Fellowship all sat down to wait until Gandalf remembered and both Wills, Lyra, Bran, and Harry & Co. sat down to think.
"So you don't know how you got here?" asked Will P.
"We know. It was a Portkey. Voldemort sent it to try and get rid of us. We have to get back somehow," said Ron.
"We know too," said Bran, "it was a warestone sent by the Dark."
"Wait a minute. Bran, what did you say?" asked Hermione.
"I said 'the Dark'. But what does that have to do with anything?"
"Isn't it obvious? Your Dark, our Voldemort, and their Sauron is the same thing in essence. So we must have to help defeat Sauron. All of us. That's why we're here."
"What about Will and me?" asked Lyra.
"Um. I'm not sure, but there must be a reason. Maybe that Lady of the Wood Lord Elrond was talking about will know."
Then suddenly Gandalf stood up, "Aha!" he said, "It's that way!"
"He's remembered," said Merry.
"No. But the air doesn't feel so foul down here. Remember that Meriadoc, if in doubt, follow your nose."
After a few hours the passage began to open up. A minute or two later they entered a large hall. "Let me risk a little more light," said Gandalf, blowing on the crystal in his staff. It began to glow a bit brighter and in its light everyone gasped. The hall was huge, easily taller than five stories and columns grew up out of the floor that were as wide as trees and twice as tall. Gimli suddenly gave a shout and ran off towards a small antechamber. The rest of the company ran off after him in a ragged train calling him back.
The room where he had gone was a small guard room that had a raised coffin in the center of it. Gimli was moaning and sobbing beside it. Gandalf walked up beside him. "'Here lies Balin, son of Fundin, Lord of Moria.'" He read, "He is dead then. It is as I feared."
Gandalf then spotted the big book lying on the floor. "It looks like my Alethiometer studies book," whispered Lyra.
Gandalf opened the book to the last pages and read, "We have barred the gates but cannot hold them for long. We cannot get out. They have taken the Bridge and Second Hall. We cannot get out. The ground shakes. The end comes. Drums, drums in the deep. They are coming. We cannot get out. A Shadow moves in the dark. They are coming," he closed the book and looked around at everyone. The hobbits and Ron were terrified, Hermione and Harry looked worried, Lyra, Bran, and both Wills looked resigned to face whatever came, Aragorn, Boromir, and Legolas were also worried and Gimli was still sobbing into the tomb.
While Gandalf was reading Pippin had edged over to the well up the wall. A skeleton was perched on the edge with an arrow in its chest. Pippin reached up and touched the arrow and the skull fell into the hole. Pippin jumped away and put on his most innocent face. It was lost though by a wince when the rest of the skeleton fell in dragging a bucket in with it.
Everyone let out a sigh of relief when the echoes stopped and Gandalf glared at Pippin, "Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity."
"Now, now. Let's not quarrel," said Hermione, "We have to work together if we're going to save the world from Sauron or whoever."
Everyone turned to look at Hermione and their eyes shot daggers. "He, he," she giggled weakly, "Um, just kidding?"
Then there was the sound of drums beating somewhere. Boromir gasped and darted to the door and peered out, narrowly missing two arrows shot at his head. "Orcs!" he cried.
He ran back in and pulled the door shut. He wedged it shut with axes Legolas and Aragorn threw him and as he came back he said, "They have a cave troll."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione shared a look and pulled out their wands. Everyone else prepared for battle and they waited as the first wave of orcs ran towards the door. Enraged the orcs tried to break down the door with their axes. When there was enough of a hole in the door Legolas shot an arrow through and an orc cried out in pain.
The orcs fought fiercely but the Fellowship was fiercer. Most of the orcs were dead when the troll burst into the room, shattering what was left of the door. Ron stared in terror at the huge thing and a feeling of déjà vu rushed over him. Hermione whipped out her wand and cried, "Impedimenta!" The spell had no affect it just made the creature angrier. Harry tried the Stupefy curse but the troll just roared in anger and grabbed Harry by the ankles yanking him up into the air.
"Do something Ron!" he yelled. Legolas shot the troll but that just enraged the creature. The troll dropped Harry on his head and rushed towards Frodo, its spear thing raised high.
Ron's brain started working again when he saw the troll stab Frodo in the chest. "Wingardium Leviosa!" he yelled pointing his wand at the spear. It flew up into the air and then plummeted down hitting the troll in the head and piercing its skull. The troll wavered a few seconds and then fell to the ground with a thud.
There was silence and then Sam rushed forward and shook his master. "Mr. Frodo! Mr. Frodo wake up!"
Frodo gasped and clutched his chest. "I'm- I'm alright," he gasped. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"You should be dead," said Aragorn, "That spear would've skewered a wild boar."
"I think there's more to Frodo than meets the eye," said Will S. detecting the thing of the High Magic the hobbit was wearing. Frodo opened his shirt a little revealing the shirt of mithril rings that his Uncle Bilbo had given him.
"You are full of surprises Master Baggins," growled Gimli.
Down the corridor the sound of orcs running could be heard. "We must leave, now," said Legolas.
The Fellowship ran out of a side door and through another great hall only they didn't have time to top and wonder at its beauty. As they ran they heard the sound of footsteps and the room began to heat up. Bran looked back and gasped in fear. The far end of the room was hidden in flames and something was stirring in them.
"Ai, ai!" Legolas cried out in fear, "A Balrog! A Balrog is come!"
"Lead them on Aragorn!" cried Gandalf, "The Bridge is near." When Aragorn protested Gandalf shoved him forward saying, "This foe is beyond any of you. Swords are no use against Balrogs!"
The company ran forward and across the Bridge of Khazad-dûm although Lyra needed some persuasion from Will P. The darkness beneath reminded her of the abyss that she had so nearly fallen into. When they reached the other side safely they turned to look for Gandalf. He had stopped in the middle of the Bridge and was facing the Balrog that was coming.
"You cannot pass. 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 back to the Shadow! You cannot pass," cried Gandalf and as he did so he brought his staff down onto the stone of the bridge.
The Balrog growled and stepped forward and brought his huge sword up. He brought it down onto Gandalf but the wizard had made a shield around himself. On contact both sword and shield broke. The Balrog took another step forward but as it did so the bridge crumbled under its weight and the creature plummeted into the dark. Gandalf turned to join them but the Balrog hadn't given up yet. It swung its whip in a fiery arc and it caught Gandalf by the foot dragging him down.
As the wizard fell he looked at the Fellowship and whispered, "Fly, you fools." Before letting go and falling into the abyss.