(A/N- #4. Nothing to say, except title means Demon of Might, though it doesn't really matter…
~Lady Arabella Sedai
PS- I keep forgetting to say that I DO NOT own Elvish!!! They belong to J. R. R. Tolkien, or whoever now owns his stuff!!! Thanx!)
Chapter 20- Balrog"Yrch! Orcs!" yelled Aragorn. "Run!"
We all ran as fast as we could, but to no avail. We were surrounded.
"Telim daged dhaer! (T- We are all going to die! (A/N- I had to piece these together myself, so I dunno if it's right…))" I moaned.
"Telim am maeth, u am gurthu (T- We come to fight, not to die)," argued Legolas.
"Avar am gurthu (T- Never to die)," added Arwen softly.
We jerked suddenly as a faint stomp rang through the galls of Moria. The orcs turned tail and fled. We all stared in amazement.
"What is it Gandalf?" asked Frodo.
"It's a Balrog." Arwen, Legolas, Chris, and I shivered. We Elves knew very well what a Balrog was.
"What's that?" asked Sam.
"Never mind that! Just run!"
And so we ran, all the way to the bridge of Khazad-dûm.
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Ugh! I can't seem to write any long chapters! Even semi-long ones!!! Ugh! Well, lets try again…
~Lady Arabella Sedai