// Part 2, the water and the steppe //
The Balrog screamed a jet of steam into the icy depths of the ungerground lake of Moria. It wreathed in agony as the water quenched his flaming hide and sent of great clouds of steaming water into the blackness. So great was it's pain that it did not feel the small, yet strong, hand grip it's tail. It knew what it needed, so even though every second was a hell, it forced it's wings to work jetted off through the liquid. Pain was it's world, pain was being, the water seeped through it's pores, down it's throat, in it's lungs, it's vison turned black, sparks popped in it's brain, the world began to spin violently. Then it found salvation. It's talon hit rock. Summoning the last of it's strength, it grasped the the step and hauled itself, and it's passenger, onto land. The wizard's world spun. His hand, a hand that dared to grasp a Balrog not once but twice, was now purple and swollen and felt like it was flaming. He rolled over on the cold stone and brought himself to his knees. He look at his foe and saw him on all fours, already flame was licking wetly from his flesh, as he wretched steam and boiling water. 'I cannot fight anylonger' he though and collapesed on his stomach. In his minds eye he saw a fading grey light. In reality he saw the Balrog roar and burst into full on smoke and flame, a long tongue of flame emerged from it's left hand and a flaming blade emerged from it's right. Before his eyes closed for the last time, he saw the beast crack it's whip, illuminating the a great staircase. 'Send me fast to the halls of Mandos' was his last thought as the gray wink out of existing. But then something curious happened, and there was a new light..... and it was white.
The Balrog screamed a jet of steam into the icy depths of the ungerground lake of Moria. It wreathed in agony as the water quenched his flaming hide and sent of great clouds of steaming water into the blackness. So great was it's pain that it did not feel the small, yet strong, hand grip it's tail. It knew what it needed, so even though every second was a hell, it forced it's wings to work jetted off through the liquid. Pain was it's world, pain was being, the water seeped through it's pores, down it's throat, in it's lungs, it's vison turned black, sparks popped in it's brain, the world began to spin violently. Then it found salvation. It's talon hit rock. Summoning the last of it's strength, it grasped the the step and hauled itself, and it's passenger, onto land. The wizard's world spun. His hand, a hand that dared to grasp a Balrog not once but twice, was now purple and swollen and felt like it was flaming. He rolled over on the cold stone and brought himself to his knees. He look at his foe and saw him on all fours, already flame was licking wetly from his flesh, as he wretched steam and boiling water. 'I cannot fight anylonger' he though and collapesed on his stomach. In his minds eye he saw a fading grey light. In reality he saw the Balrog roar and burst into full on smoke and flame, a long tongue of flame emerged from it's left hand and a flaming blade emerged from it's right. Before his eyes closed for the last time, he saw the beast crack it's whip, illuminating the a great staircase. 'Send me fast to the halls of Mandos' was his last thought as the gray wink out of existing. But then something curious happened, and there was a new light..... and it was white.