A/N Sorry I haven't updated in forever. Thanks a lot to those who reviewed.
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I hated every minute in Moria. The creatures I have heard of lingering in there always gave me nightmares as a small child. Everyone seemed as uneasy as I. Gandalf had obviously been in here before, as he was the one guiding us. I thought I would scream in fear and frustration when the wizard forgot where to go next. I had hoped I could conceal my facial expressions and emotions as well as Legolas could, but alas, I am not that way.
"What troubles you?" Legolas whispered, almost tauntingly.
"You know what fear I have of this place." I whispered back.
He smiled "Do not tell me that you still believe those foolish tales. Have you not battled orcs before?"
"Yes. Of course I have. But you know what Gandalf said, there are more terrible things in here then them."
Legolas rolled his eyes "You are such a girl."
"Why must you always state information I am already aware of?" I teased back. He just gave me his grin of defeat. It was very rare I caught him off guard.
I had almost forgotten my fears when Gandalf decided where we were to go.
Some time later we came to a small, lighted room. It would have probably been very beautiful in its prime, but now it was littered with small, almost child sized skeletons. Gimli seemed to be grieving for one particular one that had to be special enough to have a tomb, most likely a dwarf royal. I didn't pay too much attention to the minor discussions after awhile, because I kept feeling that something horrible would take place soon. Oh how badly I wanted to run away from this horrid place, the unnerving silence was driving me mad.
My frightened thoughts were interrupted when there was a clatter that seemed to not go away for the longest time. I realized it came from one of the hobbits who's curiosity exceeded their common sense. Then I heard drumbeats. I had at first, though, thought it was my own heart beating, but I passed it off as being silly because everyone else seemed to hear it too.
I had up to that point never been so scared in my entire life. Orcs, goblins, and even a cave troll plummeted in and the fighting began.
I had decided to use my weapon I was best at, the sword to ensure I wouldn't have as many wounds, or get myself killed because of my lack of skill at the bow. I heard a shriek of pain and found that it was Frodo. I kept fighting until the troll was dead alongside Legolas. He hit the fowl creature many times with arrows as I continued to stab I with my nimble strokes with the blade. Everyone immediately went to Frodo's aid. Most thought him dead, even myself. I was surprised when he alive and well. The joy was not to last, for in the back of all our mind's there were still orcs and goblins around this place.
We all followed Gandalf at a run to the exit. We were intercepted by goblins in the thousands. They evil beings snapped and growled as they circled us all. I thought we would all die hen and there, but the story isn't over yet.
The goblins suddenly ran away in terror, which was both an oddity and miracle. I thought we could then exit safely when loud footsteps were heard by all. "What new deviltry is this?" Boromir spoke aloud the thoughts I had.
We ran from the flaming creature. Now I was living my childhood nightmare. We crossed a bridge after some time, the exit so near, escape seemed possible. But the thing would not relent from the chase. Gandalf decided to fight it. I wanted to help, but I stood frozen in terror. In such a short time, The bridge broke and the creature fell into the pits bellow. I was once again led into a false security until Gandalf was taken along. I gasped. Frodo screamed. I was numb as I felt Legolas tug on my shoulders to leave from the approaching goblins.
I squinted in the bright sunshine of the blue day, as we all fled for our lives. I stood in the temporary resting spot. The hobbits and dwarf all wept for the loss of Gandalf. Legolas seemed unable of what to make of the situation. Aragorn ordered Boromir, Legolas and myself to get the greiving hobbits and Gimli up. I felt sympathy for them all. Death seemed something new to them. I got Pippin and Merry up, as they still cried. Aragorn decided we were to leave to Lorien. I felt an emotion I had been unable to feel for the past several hours, happiness.
I hated every minute in Moria. The creatures I have heard of lingering in there always gave me nightmares as a small child. Everyone seemed as uneasy as I. Gandalf had obviously been in here before, as he was the one guiding us. I thought I would scream in fear and frustration when the wizard forgot where to go next. I had hoped I could conceal my facial expressions and emotions as well as Legolas could, but alas, I am not that way.
"What troubles you?" Legolas whispered, almost tauntingly.
"You know what fear I have of this place." I whispered back.
He smiled "Do not tell me that you still believe those foolish tales. Have you not battled orcs before?"
"Yes. Of course I have. But you know what Gandalf said, there are more terrible things in here then them."
Legolas rolled his eyes "You are such a girl."
"Why must you always state information I am already aware of?" I teased back. He just gave me his grin of defeat. It was very rare I caught him off guard.
I had almost forgotten my fears when Gandalf decided where we were to go.
Some time later we came to a small, lighted room. It would have probably been very beautiful in its prime, but now it was littered with small, almost child sized skeletons. Gimli seemed to be grieving for one particular one that had to be special enough to have a tomb, most likely a dwarf royal. I didn't pay too much attention to the minor discussions after awhile, because I kept feeling that something horrible would take place soon. Oh how badly I wanted to run away from this horrid place, the unnerving silence was driving me mad.
My frightened thoughts were interrupted when there was a clatter that seemed to not go away for the longest time. I realized it came from one of the hobbits who's curiosity exceeded their common sense. Then I heard drumbeats. I had at first, though, thought it was my own heart beating, but I passed it off as being silly because everyone else seemed to hear it too.
I had up to that point never been so scared in my entire life. Orcs, goblins, and even a cave troll plummeted in and the fighting began.
I had decided to use my weapon I was best at, the sword to ensure I wouldn't have as many wounds, or get myself killed because of my lack of skill at the bow. I heard a shriek of pain and found that it was Frodo. I kept fighting until the troll was dead alongside Legolas. He hit the fowl creature many times with arrows as I continued to stab I with my nimble strokes with the blade. Everyone immediately went to Frodo's aid. Most thought him dead, even myself. I was surprised when he alive and well. The joy was not to last, for in the back of all our mind's there were still orcs and goblins around this place.
We all followed Gandalf at a run to the exit. We were intercepted by goblins in the thousands. They evil beings snapped and growled as they circled us all. I thought we would all die hen and there, but the story isn't over yet.
The goblins suddenly ran away in terror, which was both an oddity and miracle. I thought we could then exit safely when loud footsteps were heard by all. "What new deviltry is this?" Boromir spoke aloud the thoughts I had.
We ran from the flaming creature. Now I was living my childhood nightmare. We crossed a bridge after some time, the exit so near, escape seemed possible. But the thing would not relent from the chase. Gandalf decided to fight it. I wanted to help, but I stood frozen in terror. In such a short time, The bridge broke and the creature fell into the pits bellow. I was once again led into a false security until Gandalf was taken along. I gasped. Frodo screamed. I was numb as I felt Legolas tug on my shoulders to leave from the approaching goblins.
I squinted in the bright sunshine of the blue day, as we all fled for our lives. I stood in the temporary resting spot. The hobbits and dwarf all wept for the loss of Gandalf. Legolas seemed unable of what to make of the situation. Aragorn ordered Boromir, Legolas and myself to get the greiving hobbits and Gimli up. I felt sympathy for them all. Death seemed something new to them. I got Pippin and Merry up, as they still cried. Aragorn decided we were to leave to Lorien. I felt an emotion I had been unable to feel for the past several hours, happiness.