// sorry it took so long, here it is, the last chapter //
The steps of the Balrog thundered enourmously as it climbed the steps leading to the spire. Triumph gleamed in it's eyes as he went to feast upon the roasted flesh of the thing that dared defy him. What a fool that old being had been, thinking he could best a Balrog in combat. A fresh reminder of the wizards strength wripped across the beast mind as he accidently scrapped it's broken wing against the wall. It roared in pain more mental then physical as it remembered the humiliation it had been through. ' No matter ' thought it ' For I have arrisin victorious, the dark fire consumes all ! ' thought the monster darkly as it finnaly climbed the last step and walk out to meet its fate... For there stood amongst blasted rock and twisted metal, the wizard still alive! "IMPOSSIBLE" roared the Balrog in the evil tongue of Mordor. "No, for now the dawn has come, and the true light shall vanquished you, Flame of Udun. " spoke the wizard calmly, yet somehow more powerfully because of it, and burst forth once again in a dazzling pure white light. " The dark has fled you, and your flame is spent," thus said he extended his hand and a shimmering blade twinked into existance there. " You will fall before the might of the Valar as your demonic bretheren fell before you" He clenched his shining blade in both hands and raised it above his head " I call upon the might of the Valar, enchant this weapon with your awesome power, and give me the strength to thrown down my enemy" Spoke the Wizard in a tongue long forgotten. Then A mighty bolt of lightning streaked down from the sky and wrapped around the blade. The Balrog meanwhile had been staring in utter shock at this thing that dared defy it. Slowly it begin to back away without noticing. Fear, cold and naked shown in it's eyes, it sweated the scent of death as the once mighty fire that once consumed him died away, and once awesome shadow shriveled, revealing cracked and twisted armor beneath between which red and throbing flesh showed through. " Now, this ends at last!!!" the Wizard Yelled and swung his sword, sending a pure white hot bolt of electrical energy at a deep fissure in the armor around the Balrog's dark heart. The monster shrieked in pain, a flare went off inside it's head as bright as the foe that it faced. It dropped to it's knees and vominated forth a vicous black fluid unto the ground. Energy coiled around the sword's humming blade as the Wizard prepared another blast. Suddenly the Balrog rose once more and roared in a choked and gurgling voice and charged for the last time. The monster swipped at the Wizards head, whom stepped nimbly back and placed the tip of the shinning blade upon the horny brow of the Balrog. "Begone fell beast, your fire burns no more" said he. There was a mighty boom as if the skies themselves were rent apart. The Balrog's eyes bled tears as pain unimaginable ripped through it, the bolt cooking it's mind, but then there was nothing, and so fell the Balrog of Moria. The enemy the wizard fought then fell upon the mountain side and crumble into ash as the last of the creatures fire consumed it. "It is done" croaked the wizard and so fell upon the stone, his last thought before his mind strayed out of space and time was of the Frodo, and the ring.
// Finnaly done, hope the elvish font came out right, keep an eye out for my next piece about the ents//
The steps of the Balrog thundered enourmously as it climbed the steps leading to the spire. Triumph gleamed in it's eyes as he went to feast upon the roasted flesh of the thing that dared defy him. What a fool that old being had been, thinking he could best a Balrog in combat. A fresh reminder of the wizards strength wripped across the beast mind as he accidently scrapped it's broken wing against the wall. It roared in pain more mental then physical as it remembered the humiliation it had been through. ' No matter ' thought it ' For I have arrisin victorious, the dark fire consumes all ! ' thought the monster darkly as it finnaly climbed the last step and walk out to meet its fate... For there stood amongst blasted rock and twisted metal, the wizard still alive! "IMPOSSIBLE" roared the Balrog in the evil tongue of Mordor. "No, for now the dawn has come, and the true light shall vanquished you, Flame of Udun. " spoke the wizard calmly, yet somehow more powerfully because of it, and burst forth once again in a dazzling pure white light. " The dark has fled you, and your flame is spent," thus said he extended his hand and a shimmering blade twinked into existance there. " You will fall before the might of the Valar as your demonic bretheren fell before you" He clenched his shining blade in both hands and raised it above his head " I call upon the might of the Valar, enchant this weapon with your awesome power, and give me the strength to thrown down my enemy" Spoke the Wizard in a tongue long forgotten. Then A mighty bolt of lightning streaked down from the sky and wrapped around the blade. The Balrog meanwhile had been staring in utter shock at this thing that dared defy it. Slowly it begin to back away without noticing. Fear, cold and naked shown in it's eyes, it sweated the scent of death as the once mighty fire that once consumed him died away, and once awesome shadow shriveled, revealing cracked and twisted armor beneath between which red and throbing flesh showed through. " Now, this ends at last!!!" the Wizard Yelled and swung his sword, sending a pure white hot bolt of electrical energy at a deep fissure in the armor around the Balrog's dark heart. The monster shrieked in pain, a flare went off inside it's head as bright as the foe that it faced. It dropped to it's knees and vominated forth a vicous black fluid unto the ground. Energy coiled around the sword's humming blade as the Wizard prepared another blast. Suddenly the Balrog rose once more and roared in a choked and gurgling voice and charged for the last time. The monster swipped at the Wizards head, whom stepped nimbly back and placed the tip of the shinning blade upon the horny brow of the Balrog. "Begone fell beast, your fire burns no more" said he. There was a mighty boom as if the skies themselves were rent apart. The Balrog's eyes bled tears as pain unimaginable ripped through it, the bolt cooking it's mind, but then there was nothing, and so fell the Balrog of Moria. The enemy the wizard fought then fell upon the mountain side and crumble into ash as the last of the creatures fire consumed it. "It is done" croaked the wizard and so fell upon the stone, his last thought before his mind strayed out of space and time was of the Frodo, and the ring.
// Finnaly done, hope the elvish font came out right, keep an eye out for my next piece about the ents//