Moria
By Avendui
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings, though I wish did.
This is my first story thing up on this site. It's a bit short, because I just ate a 3 pound carton of cookie dough and am OD'ed on sugar, so I can't sit in one place for very long.
As for the story, I have no idea whose point of view it is from. Um, please R&R. I want opinions! Please?
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Moria.
The very word chills my heart like few can. The ring bearer chose to go this way. He does not know of what terrors lie here, what ancient powers sleep in the mine shafts and awaken at the scent of flesh. The ones that will be unnamed until the sands of time sweep away the last traces of our existence on Middle-Earth. The ones who should not be on this earth still, who should have died long ago but still live. It is they who instill the fear in the hearts of wizards and elves.
There is one of the sleepers who has a name. Loathe am I to say it, for I do not want to bring bad luck to the company, but I will tell you, so you may know who killed Gandalf.
It was a Balrog. A fire demon, a fallen angel, whatever you may call it; it is a match for even the strongest wizard. Elves do not speak the name, because it is too terrible to contemplate what may happen if they see one. Men know nothing of them, and dwarves only know that something lives in Moria. The hobbits.... Well, the hobbits are protected.
So as we entered Moria I felt very real fear.
Moria Chapter 2
By Avendui
This is the second part to "Moria,"
By Avendui
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings, though I wish did.
This is my first story thing up on this site. It's a bit short, because I just ate a 3 pound carton of cookie dough and am OD'ed on sugar, so I can't sit in one place for very long.
As for the story, I have no idea whose point of view it is from. Um, please R&R. I want opinions! Please?
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Moria.
The very word chills my heart like few can. The ring bearer chose to go this way. He does not know of what terrors lie here, what ancient powers sleep in the mine shafts and awaken at the scent of flesh. The ones that will be unnamed until the sands of time sweep away the last traces of our existence on Middle-Earth. The ones who should not be on this earth still, who should have died long ago but still live. It is they who instill the fear in the hearts of wizards and elves.
There is one of the sleepers who has a name. Loathe am I to say it, for I do not want to bring bad luck to the company, but I will tell you, so you may know who killed Gandalf.
It was a Balrog. A fire demon, a fallen angel, whatever you may call it; it is a match for even the strongest wizard. Elves do not speak the name, because it is too terrible to contemplate what may happen if they see one. Men know nothing of them, and dwarves only know that something lives in Moria. The hobbits.... Well, the hobbits are protected.
So as we entered Moria I felt very real fear.
Moria Chapter 2
By Avendui
This is the second part to "Moria,"