DISCLAMER:
Katie: *sobs uncontrollably and hugs Legolas action figure and anything
else she has having to do with him.* I..don't.own.ANY OF THEM!!!
WAHHHHH!!!!!!
Emily: *pats Katie's shoulder, look of terror on her face* She'll be fine.I think.
Legolas: *_* Get on with it crazy fangirl.
Katie: *stops sobbing and looks up.* Oh yeah. Well, here it is. R&R peeps. Remember, if you don't, you must sleep sometime!! *cackles evilly* This is my first fanfic so don't be too harsh.Hey.COME BACK HERE ELF!!
Legolas: *tries to get away. Katie attacks and stuffs him in her backpack.*
Emily: *looks at Katie* How come I can't do that to Aragorn?
Aragorn: Because I'll kill you if you do.
Emily: Okay.*shifty glance. Stuffs unsuspecting Ranger in her backpack.*
Special Note From the Author: This fanfiction is a hazard to your health and if you are a pregnant woman or are a very small child I suggest you not read this because it may just get scary.I know the begin is a little boring, but work with me. I'll have more random outbursts and such as I go along. I hope. Oh, and, "Good morning sunshine daisies, say hello to the thunder heads waiting to strike you dead!"
This also doesn't follow the movie or story plot. It's a little bit of both really. Sometimes I just add in whatever I feel like. You don't like it, DON'T READ IT.
Chapter 4: The Disagreement Between The Wizard and I
"Ah! It's that way!" Gandalf cried suddenly. Well it was about time you old bag! I am not very impressed by Gandalf. True, he is a crucial character in the plot line and if not for him we'd have fallen off one of those numerous cliffs long ago. Something about him just irks me. I don't know why. Hs hat is very cool though.
So, we all began walking again. The wizard led us down the dark tunnel, the light at the end of his staff glittering even more, it seemed, in the growing blackness. Emily and I stuck fast to Legolas and Aragorn. At one of the many five to ten minute resting periods we had every few hours, Legolas shoved one of his knives into my hands, saying, "Just do as much damage as you can with it." I think the elf sensed something bad was going to happen.
After what seemed ages of endless walking, our footsteps echoing off the walls, we came to a vast hall. Large pillars created pathways through the cavern. I stood in silent awe for a moment (just a minute. I can't have the hairy dwarf thinking I'm impressed). Emily merely looked up and said, "It'd be fun to bunji jump off of one of those things."
Here, we took one of those resting periods. I leaned against one of those pillars and open the little bag I had carried all the way from Rivendell. So far, I hadn't opened it. Inside it consisted of all the necessities in life. My crushed cookies and chips, my walkman, my trapper (sadly still with homework in it) were inside. I pulled out my walkman and placed the headphones over my head. Pressing the "play" button, a blast of Sarah Evans went into my ears. I sat there like that for five minutes, until Emily came over and pulled my headphones off.
"Hey, Bart, do you have any duct tape? Sam keeps going on and on about how 'proper hobbit lasses' from his home act. It's really getting to me," she said with an irritated sigh. I put my CD away sadly, and pulled out my trapper.
"I have something better, small grasshopper," I answered and turned to the loose paper section of my trapper. I took a pencil and wrote on it the following:
Sam, you fat ugly hobbit, I am a great spirit. I demand you stop harassing Frodo and give up your affections for him. If you refuse this, then I will come upon you with my wrath.
Sincerely,
Foom, the Spirit of Death
Emily started to laugh.
"Do you think this'll work?" she asked as I carefully tore the piece of paper out and handed it to her.
"Of course it will. Be a dear and go plant this somewhere where he'll see it." Emily went off to deliver our message. She came back five minutes later with a satisfied look on her face. "I put it on top his bags. If he doesn't notice it I'm going to scream," she said and sat down next to me. I nodded.
Only moments later came an angry shriek from Sam. We both bit down our laughs, trying to look as innocent as possible. It was hard not to laugh at the hobbit running around sobbing.
"Sam, what's gotten into you?!" Gandalf cried. The hobbit only collapsed at the old man's feet. "Sam! I demand to know what's wrong!"
"Oh, Mr. Gandalf! An' evil sp'rits after me, Mr. Gandalf! And he says I have t' stop being friends with Mr. Frodo!" I felt myself getting annoyed. The dumb shortie read it wrong!
"Let me see," I said as I grabbed the slip of paper he was holding, pretending to read it. "It doesn't say that you oaf. It's says you have to stop being a guy-lover, basically." Sam growled. I stepped back and made the evil sign. "Down heathen! DOWN ON YOUR KNEES YOU COWARDLY SLOTH!" I started to hack loudly, and it wasn't pretending either. Emily started laughing and I glared at her. Gandalf rapped my foot with the end of his staff.
"I demand you stop playing pranks on poor Samwise, child," he said loudly. I only glared at him.
"Let's make a deal," she said, and I started to snort with giggles. (sorry, inside joke). "You give us the hat and we'll act like normal people." Gandalf's hand went to his hat protectively and he marched away, Frodo and Sam in tow. I grinned at my friend.
"Touchy little prune," she commented.
"Old.peanut brittle head." She gave me a look.
"Old peanut brittle head?" she asked and I only nodded. I suddenly noticed that everyone was beginning to move again. Legolas jabbed me in the back.
"Get moving," he said and I jump forward, grabbing my bag with me. Emily followed behind.
****
Gimli's helmet made a loud clinking noise as he dropped his head sorrowfully on the tomb of his cousin Balin. Gandalf was looking at it with a grim look.
"This is just as I thought," he said with a sigh. I sighed along with him. And again. And again. And again. I did this until Gandalf stepped on my foot as he went passed. I planned to make sure something particularly nasty got in his shoe that night. Cursed old bat.
Gimli was still moaning and sobbing in the corner. Emily promptly walked over to him and hit the back of his head, saying, "Get up you lubbering fool. The guys dead and crying will do nothing to help you!" He seemed to be very shocked and he stood up, gripping his ax. Emily jerked away and stuck her tongue out at him. She marched up to Aragorn.
"He tried to kill me," she said simply and he shook his head unsympathetically.
"And what caused him to do so, might I ask?" he replied and went over to speak with Legolas. I was poking a moldy old book. Just to annoy Gandalf, I picked it up and cleared my throat.
"The Barney Worshippers have come," I said in my deepest, darkest voice. "The ground shakes with their Barney Worship dances. They have taken the bridge and painted it purple and green. Cannot get out. Cannot get out. CANNOT GET OUT *BEEP*!!!" Emily burst out laughing and soon I joined her. Gandalf walked over to me and grabbed the book. I caught the words "stupid fool" and "idiot child" as he walked away. Legolas grabbed the back of my shirt before I could kick him.
"You're getting to smart for your own good, Pointy Ears," I grumbled and turned around so I could face him.
"I'll take that as a compliment," he said, laughing. "And let that remark pass. For now." I gulped and nodded. Too many times have I seen what he does to Orcs. Finally Gandalf began to read from the book properly. I busied myself with poking more things. Not the greatest thing to do, but at least it got on people's nerves.
"Cannot get out, cannot get-" I cut him off.
"HEY! I said that first, and it's copyrighted!" I said on purpose.
"Yeah, by J.R.R. Tolkien," Emily added and I shot her a glare. Demon child she was. Gandalf chose to ignore me and went on with his doom and gloom speech. Right about then I expected the head of a skeleton to go clanking down the well by Pippen. It never came. I stopped Gandalf again.
"Hey wait a minute, where's the skeleton falling down the well?" I cried, confused. "Pippin's supposed to knock it down there!" The hobbit gave me a disgruntled look.
"What?" he said in bewilderment. "What are you talking about?"
"You heard me wise guy." Pippin gave me another uncomfortable look and I decided to shut up. I didn't want the Orcs to hear me after all. Suddenly a loud roar split the air. My eyes widened as I looked and Emily and we both nodded in silent agreement. Boromir rushed forward and poked his head through the door. Several arrows narrowly missed his head.
"Perfect! Those blasted Orcs have a cave troll!" he said as Legolas and Aragorn rushed to help him bar the door. The hobbits and Gandalf retreated backward slightly and Gimli hopped onto Balin's stone casket, thundering something about how they weren't going to kill him. I wasn't paying attention. The two men and the elf stepped back several paces before arming themselves. I nervously took hold of the dagger Legolas had handed me before.
They began to pummel the door fiercely. Aragorn and Legolas launched arrows at them through the holes they were breaking in the doors, but it was no good. The next few moments were filled with tension and then they broke through. They swarmed around us as the Company fended off the creatures as best as they could. Emily instantly was alert and took hold of a sword of an already dead Orc and started jabbing it gingerly at them. Soon she was swing it, actually hitting some of them. I was slashing anything that resembled an Orc. The sight of so much blood was making me sick and I felt ready to vomit, even though I didn't.
My first look at the cave troll made me slightly less nervous. It wasn't THAT big. I gulped and stepped back, Emily with me. The other members of the Fellowship were fighting the beast with earnest, trying to bring it down. Emily and I busied ourselves with injuring as many Orcs as we could. I found that using a knife wasn't that hard; all you had to do was jab. I soon found myself looking up at the troll to see how the others were getting along.
I saw Aragorn rushing toward Frodo, along with Gimli and Gandalf and the hobbits and Boromir.
That was all fine and dandy for them, but they'd forgotten that the troll was still alive and ransacking the ground we were walking on.
Suddenly, a scream shot through the air. My head jerked to the side to see Emily cowering under a fallen pillar, the troll reaching for her. Legolas was on top of the creature, arming himself with two arrows. He launched them both into the troll's head, and tumbled off, his bow flying. The assault didn't hinder the troll, and Emily was still scrambling away, a look of pure terror on her face.
It's funny how one minute your scared stiff, then the next your trying to save your best friends life. That's how I felt then. Everything was in slow motion. I reached down for a discarded Orc arrow, and grabbed Legolas's bow, which was still lying off to the side. I had no idea what I was doing, but I found myself slipping the arrow into the notch and drawing the bowstring back with slight difficulty. Then I let it fly.
The arrow, amazingly enough, hit dead center of the troll's throat. I stood, bow in hand, a look of immense surprise on my face. Emily crawled out from under the pillar, and was quickly retrieved by Aragorn. Legolas took the bow from me carefully, and steered me toward the door along with everyone else. When I look up, for once I didn't see a look of annoyance on his face, but a look of slightly pride. Quickly I began running along with the elf and the Company, Gandalf in the lead.
As we neared the center of the hall, I saw from the corner of my eye at least a thousand Orcs sprout out of cracks and crevices. Soon, we were surrounded. Legolas wouldn't let me go anywhere, and kept me plastered to his side. I didn't have a problem with that, because right then I was really shaken.
As soon as the Orcs came they left. A red glow was issuing from a large opening at the end of the hall. I watched Emily pale slightly, and take a little step back. I felt like taking a hundred steps back right about then. Instead, I stood, rigid, where I was. "What is this deviltry?" Boromir asked quietly. I wanted to strangle him right about then. Who cares what it was, it was big and it glowed fire. It's spells D-E-A-T-H and that was all I cared about.
Gandalf replied, "A creature of shadow and flame. This foe is beyond any of you. Run!" and the Company took off in the opposite direction. Gandalf pointed to a thin bridge not very far away. He drew Aragorn aside.
"Lead them on, Aragorn," he said, breathing heavily. "Swords are no more use here! To the Bridge of Khazad-Dum!"
We came to the bridge moments later. Boromir was running ahead and almost fell off. Legolas grabbed him before the Man tipped over the edge. Then he jumped across and motioned for me to come after him. "Hurry up, Katie," he urged. I backed up a step, refusing to look down, and took a flying leap over the jump. I landed safely on the other side, almost knocking into the Elf as I did so. I regained my balance, my stomach rising up a few notches from when it had dropped, and Gandalf, Gimli, Sam, Boromir carrying Merry and Pippin jumped across till only Emily, Aragorn, and Frodo we left on the other side.
Aragorn shoved Emily forward, and she gingerly looked down, shuddering. She started to run toward the jump, just as a large section of the bridge broke away. By then, Emily way already air born. She let out a little scream, and started to fall from the air. I watched silently, Legolas's holding me back from jumping after her. Aragorn lunged down on his stomach, his hand shooting down to grab hers. I closed me eyes in fear, only to open them again.
What I saw made me feel like shouting out in relief. Aragorn slowly pulling Emily up, staring at her hard. I realized I'd been holding my breath, and I let it go quietly. As I watch the two on the other side, I started to get a funny feeling. There's staring at each other funny, I thought. Bad thoughts started to course through my mind. If they start having an affair, I'll scream from horror. Then Legolas let go of me, but I didn't move until Aragorn swung Emily safely across. I stepped over to her quickly and hit her gently on the head.
"You idiot!" I cried. "You could have gotten yourself killed if Aragorn hadn't have caught you, you know! God! I don't know why I bother, you're just so much trouble-" I stopped and realized with surprise that I was crying a little. Emily sort of smiled at me, but before she could reply, I heard Aragorn cry out.
I turned to see Aragorn and Frodo stuck on a slowly tilting section of the bridged. Aragorn was leaning forward along with Frodo, trying to reach the other side. As soon as they jumped across, the section went tumbling into the blackness below. Everyone save Gandalf made their way to the end of the bridge. The old wizard turned and faced the Balrog. He started yelling, holding up his sword and staff. I wasn't paying much attention. My eyes were fixed on the huge black and red creature that was only a few yards away. I could almost see what was happening next in my mind. I held my eyes shut for the longest time again. I opened them when Frodo screamed, "GANDALF!" and the old bat-er, man, disappeared over the edge of the cliff.
As he fell off, I noticed something lying on the lip of crevice, innocent as can be. It was unaware of the danger, and silently perched on the stone floor, just waiting to be picked up. I went over to where it sat quickly and snatched it up.
Aragorn hustled us forward, until we were almost to the great doorway leading out. I sped forward as fast as I could, my legs pumping up and down like they never had before. I found myself outside suddenly, the white sunlight shining into my eyes. I leaned against a tall rock, taking deep breaths. Emily shortly came out. As I began to catch my breath, I looked down at my prize. A worn, blue-gray wizard hat. Gandalf's wizard hat. I clutched it in my sweaty palms and sighed. They aren't getting this thing back. I deserve it after all I've been through.
Legolas stepped over to us. "Come, we must get moving before the Orcs follow. We don't have much time."
"Where are we going?" I asked stupidly, even though I knew perfectly well the answer.
"Lothlórien," came the reply as he pulled us up from our seats.
Emily: *pats Katie's shoulder, look of terror on her face* She'll be fine.I think.
Legolas: *_* Get on with it crazy fangirl.
Katie: *stops sobbing and looks up.* Oh yeah. Well, here it is. R&R peeps. Remember, if you don't, you must sleep sometime!! *cackles evilly* This is my first fanfic so don't be too harsh.Hey.COME BACK HERE ELF!!
Legolas: *tries to get away. Katie attacks and stuffs him in her backpack.*
Emily: *looks at Katie* How come I can't do that to Aragorn?
Aragorn: Because I'll kill you if you do.
Emily: Okay.*shifty glance. Stuffs unsuspecting Ranger in her backpack.*
Special Note From the Author: This fanfiction is a hazard to your health and if you are a pregnant woman or are a very small child I suggest you not read this because it may just get scary.I know the begin is a little boring, but work with me. I'll have more random outbursts and such as I go along. I hope. Oh, and, "Good morning sunshine daisies, say hello to the thunder heads waiting to strike you dead!"
This also doesn't follow the movie or story plot. It's a little bit of both really. Sometimes I just add in whatever I feel like. You don't like it, DON'T READ IT.
Chapter 4: The Disagreement Between The Wizard and I
"Ah! It's that way!" Gandalf cried suddenly. Well it was about time you old bag! I am not very impressed by Gandalf. True, he is a crucial character in the plot line and if not for him we'd have fallen off one of those numerous cliffs long ago. Something about him just irks me. I don't know why. Hs hat is very cool though.
So, we all began walking again. The wizard led us down the dark tunnel, the light at the end of his staff glittering even more, it seemed, in the growing blackness. Emily and I stuck fast to Legolas and Aragorn. At one of the many five to ten minute resting periods we had every few hours, Legolas shoved one of his knives into my hands, saying, "Just do as much damage as you can with it." I think the elf sensed something bad was going to happen.
After what seemed ages of endless walking, our footsteps echoing off the walls, we came to a vast hall. Large pillars created pathways through the cavern. I stood in silent awe for a moment (just a minute. I can't have the hairy dwarf thinking I'm impressed). Emily merely looked up and said, "It'd be fun to bunji jump off of one of those things."
Here, we took one of those resting periods. I leaned against one of those pillars and open the little bag I had carried all the way from Rivendell. So far, I hadn't opened it. Inside it consisted of all the necessities in life. My crushed cookies and chips, my walkman, my trapper (sadly still with homework in it) were inside. I pulled out my walkman and placed the headphones over my head. Pressing the "play" button, a blast of Sarah Evans went into my ears. I sat there like that for five minutes, until Emily came over and pulled my headphones off.
"Hey, Bart, do you have any duct tape? Sam keeps going on and on about how 'proper hobbit lasses' from his home act. It's really getting to me," she said with an irritated sigh. I put my CD away sadly, and pulled out my trapper.
"I have something better, small grasshopper," I answered and turned to the loose paper section of my trapper. I took a pencil and wrote on it the following:
Sam, you fat ugly hobbit, I am a great spirit. I demand you stop harassing Frodo and give up your affections for him. If you refuse this, then I will come upon you with my wrath.
Sincerely,
Foom, the Spirit of Death
Emily started to laugh.
"Do you think this'll work?" she asked as I carefully tore the piece of paper out and handed it to her.
"Of course it will. Be a dear and go plant this somewhere where he'll see it." Emily went off to deliver our message. She came back five minutes later with a satisfied look on her face. "I put it on top his bags. If he doesn't notice it I'm going to scream," she said and sat down next to me. I nodded.
Only moments later came an angry shriek from Sam. We both bit down our laughs, trying to look as innocent as possible. It was hard not to laugh at the hobbit running around sobbing.
"Sam, what's gotten into you?!" Gandalf cried. The hobbit only collapsed at the old man's feet. "Sam! I demand to know what's wrong!"
"Oh, Mr. Gandalf! An' evil sp'rits after me, Mr. Gandalf! And he says I have t' stop being friends with Mr. Frodo!" I felt myself getting annoyed. The dumb shortie read it wrong!
"Let me see," I said as I grabbed the slip of paper he was holding, pretending to read it. "It doesn't say that you oaf. It's says you have to stop being a guy-lover, basically." Sam growled. I stepped back and made the evil sign. "Down heathen! DOWN ON YOUR KNEES YOU COWARDLY SLOTH!" I started to hack loudly, and it wasn't pretending either. Emily started laughing and I glared at her. Gandalf rapped my foot with the end of his staff.
"I demand you stop playing pranks on poor Samwise, child," he said loudly. I only glared at him.
"Let's make a deal," she said, and I started to snort with giggles. (sorry, inside joke). "You give us the hat and we'll act like normal people." Gandalf's hand went to his hat protectively and he marched away, Frodo and Sam in tow. I grinned at my friend.
"Touchy little prune," she commented.
"Old.peanut brittle head." She gave me a look.
"Old peanut brittle head?" she asked and I only nodded. I suddenly noticed that everyone was beginning to move again. Legolas jabbed me in the back.
"Get moving," he said and I jump forward, grabbing my bag with me. Emily followed behind.
****
Gimli's helmet made a loud clinking noise as he dropped his head sorrowfully on the tomb of his cousin Balin. Gandalf was looking at it with a grim look.
"This is just as I thought," he said with a sigh. I sighed along with him. And again. And again. And again. I did this until Gandalf stepped on my foot as he went passed. I planned to make sure something particularly nasty got in his shoe that night. Cursed old bat.
Gimli was still moaning and sobbing in the corner. Emily promptly walked over to him and hit the back of his head, saying, "Get up you lubbering fool. The guys dead and crying will do nothing to help you!" He seemed to be very shocked and he stood up, gripping his ax. Emily jerked away and stuck her tongue out at him. She marched up to Aragorn.
"He tried to kill me," she said simply and he shook his head unsympathetically.
"And what caused him to do so, might I ask?" he replied and went over to speak with Legolas. I was poking a moldy old book. Just to annoy Gandalf, I picked it up and cleared my throat.
"The Barney Worshippers have come," I said in my deepest, darkest voice. "The ground shakes with their Barney Worship dances. They have taken the bridge and painted it purple and green. Cannot get out. Cannot get out. CANNOT GET OUT *BEEP*!!!" Emily burst out laughing and soon I joined her. Gandalf walked over to me and grabbed the book. I caught the words "stupid fool" and "idiot child" as he walked away. Legolas grabbed the back of my shirt before I could kick him.
"You're getting to smart for your own good, Pointy Ears," I grumbled and turned around so I could face him.
"I'll take that as a compliment," he said, laughing. "And let that remark pass. For now." I gulped and nodded. Too many times have I seen what he does to Orcs. Finally Gandalf began to read from the book properly. I busied myself with poking more things. Not the greatest thing to do, but at least it got on people's nerves.
"Cannot get out, cannot get-" I cut him off.
"HEY! I said that first, and it's copyrighted!" I said on purpose.
"Yeah, by J.R.R. Tolkien," Emily added and I shot her a glare. Demon child she was. Gandalf chose to ignore me and went on with his doom and gloom speech. Right about then I expected the head of a skeleton to go clanking down the well by Pippen. It never came. I stopped Gandalf again.
"Hey wait a minute, where's the skeleton falling down the well?" I cried, confused. "Pippin's supposed to knock it down there!" The hobbit gave me a disgruntled look.
"What?" he said in bewilderment. "What are you talking about?"
"You heard me wise guy." Pippin gave me another uncomfortable look and I decided to shut up. I didn't want the Orcs to hear me after all. Suddenly a loud roar split the air. My eyes widened as I looked and Emily and we both nodded in silent agreement. Boromir rushed forward and poked his head through the door. Several arrows narrowly missed his head.
"Perfect! Those blasted Orcs have a cave troll!" he said as Legolas and Aragorn rushed to help him bar the door. The hobbits and Gandalf retreated backward slightly and Gimli hopped onto Balin's stone casket, thundering something about how they weren't going to kill him. I wasn't paying attention. The two men and the elf stepped back several paces before arming themselves. I nervously took hold of the dagger Legolas had handed me before.
They began to pummel the door fiercely. Aragorn and Legolas launched arrows at them through the holes they were breaking in the doors, but it was no good. The next few moments were filled with tension and then they broke through. They swarmed around us as the Company fended off the creatures as best as they could. Emily instantly was alert and took hold of a sword of an already dead Orc and started jabbing it gingerly at them. Soon she was swing it, actually hitting some of them. I was slashing anything that resembled an Orc. The sight of so much blood was making me sick and I felt ready to vomit, even though I didn't.
My first look at the cave troll made me slightly less nervous. It wasn't THAT big. I gulped and stepped back, Emily with me. The other members of the Fellowship were fighting the beast with earnest, trying to bring it down. Emily and I busied ourselves with injuring as many Orcs as we could. I found that using a knife wasn't that hard; all you had to do was jab. I soon found myself looking up at the troll to see how the others were getting along.
I saw Aragorn rushing toward Frodo, along with Gimli and Gandalf and the hobbits and Boromir.
That was all fine and dandy for them, but they'd forgotten that the troll was still alive and ransacking the ground we were walking on.
Suddenly, a scream shot through the air. My head jerked to the side to see Emily cowering under a fallen pillar, the troll reaching for her. Legolas was on top of the creature, arming himself with two arrows. He launched them both into the troll's head, and tumbled off, his bow flying. The assault didn't hinder the troll, and Emily was still scrambling away, a look of pure terror on her face.
It's funny how one minute your scared stiff, then the next your trying to save your best friends life. That's how I felt then. Everything was in slow motion. I reached down for a discarded Orc arrow, and grabbed Legolas's bow, which was still lying off to the side. I had no idea what I was doing, but I found myself slipping the arrow into the notch and drawing the bowstring back with slight difficulty. Then I let it fly.
The arrow, amazingly enough, hit dead center of the troll's throat. I stood, bow in hand, a look of immense surprise on my face. Emily crawled out from under the pillar, and was quickly retrieved by Aragorn. Legolas took the bow from me carefully, and steered me toward the door along with everyone else. When I look up, for once I didn't see a look of annoyance on his face, but a look of slightly pride. Quickly I began running along with the elf and the Company, Gandalf in the lead.
As we neared the center of the hall, I saw from the corner of my eye at least a thousand Orcs sprout out of cracks and crevices. Soon, we were surrounded. Legolas wouldn't let me go anywhere, and kept me plastered to his side. I didn't have a problem with that, because right then I was really shaken.
As soon as the Orcs came they left. A red glow was issuing from a large opening at the end of the hall. I watched Emily pale slightly, and take a little step back. I felt like taking a hundred steps back right about then. Instead, I stood, rigid, where I was. "What is this deviltry?" Boromir asked quietly. I wanted to strangle him right about then. Who cares what it was, it was big and it glowed fire. It's spells D-E-A-T-H and that was all I cared about.
Gandalf replied, "A creature of shadow and flame. This foe is beyond any of you. Run!" and the Company took off in the opposite direction. Gandalf pointed to a thin bridge not very far away. He drew Aragorn aside.
"Lead them on, Aragorn," he said, breathing heavily. "Swords are no more use here! To the Bridge of Khazad-Dum!"
We came to the bridge moments later. Boromir was running ahead and almost fell off. Legolas grabbed him before the Man tipped over the edge. Then he jumped across and motioned for me to come after him. "Hurry up, Katie," he urged. I backed up a step, refusing to look down, and took a flying leap over the jump. I landed safely on the other side, almost knocking into the Elf as I did so. I regained my balance, my stomach rising up a few notches from when it had dropped, and Gandalf, Gimli, Sam, Boromir carrying Merry and Pippin jumped across till only Emily, Aragorn, and Frodo we left on the other side.
Aragorn shoved Emily forward, and she gingerly looked down, shuddering. She started to run toward the jump, just as a large section of the bridge broke away. By then, Emily way already air born. She let out a little scream, and started to fall from the air. I watched silently, Legolas's holding me back from jumping after her. Aragorn lunged down on his stomach, his hand shooting down to grab hers. I closed me eyes in fear, only to open them again.
What I saw made me feel like shouting out in relief. Aragorn slowly pulling Emily up, staring at her hard. I realized I'd been holding my breath, and I let it go quietly. As I watch the two on the other side, I started to get a funny feeling. There's staring at each other funny, I thought. Bad thoughts started to course through my mind. If they start having an affair, I'll scream from horror. Then Legolas let go of me, but I didn't move until Aragorn swung Emily safely across. I stepped over to her quickly and hit her gently on the head.
"You idiot!" I cried. "You could have gotten yourself killed if Aragorn hadn't have caught you, you know! God! I don't know why I bother, you're just so much trouble-" I stopped and realized with surprise that I was crying a little. Emily sort of smiled at me, but before she could reply, I heard Aragorn cry out.
I turned to see Aragorn and Frodo stuck on a slowly tilting section of the bridged. Aragorn was leaning forward along with Frodo, trying to reach the other side. As soon as they jumped across, the section went tumbling into the blackness below. Everyone save Gandalf made their way to the end of the bridge. The old wizard turned and faced the Balrog. He started yelling, holding up his sword and staff. I wasn't paying much attention. My eyes were fixed on the huge black and red creature that was only a few yards away. I could almost see what was happening next in my mind. I held my eyes shut for the longest time again. I opened them when Frodo screamed, "GANDALF!" and the old bat-er, man, disappeared over the edge of the cliff.
As he fell off, I noticed something lying on the lip of crevice, innocent as can be. It was unaware of the danger, and silently perched on the stone floor, just waiting to be picked up. I went over to where it sat quickly and snatched it up.
Aragorn hustled us forward, until we were almost to the great doorway leading out. I sped forward as fast as I could, my legs pumping up and down like they never had before. I found myself outside suddenly, the white sunlight shining into my eyes. I leaned against a tall rock, taking deep breaths. Emily shortly came out. As I began to catch my breath, I looked down at my prize. A worn, blue-gray wizard hat. Gandalf's wizard hat. I clutched it in my sweaty palms and sighed. They aren't getting this thing back. I deserve it after all I've been through.
Legolas stepped over to us. "Come, we must get moving before the Orcs follow. We don't have much time."
"Where are we going?" I asked stupidly, even though I knew perfectly well the answer.
"Lothlórien," came the reply as he pulled us up from our seats.