Disclaimer: I own none of these characters save for Helaku.
A/N: Here is Chapter 8. Im sorry it's taken me a while.
Chapter 8: Losses
"Huh!"
Gimli runs as fast as his stout legs will carry him into a room with a lot of light in it, which is weird. I mean we're under the mountain; how can they get light that isn't from a torch or Gandalf's staff?
"Gimli!" Gandalf calls out, but of course that damn dwarf ignores him.
When we walk into the room because we can't leave Gimli alone, no of course not, the first thing I notice is the tomb. Gimli is crying and crying for some reason. I don't know the ways of the dwarves to well so I can't explain what he says and stuff, but I do know he is crying over his kin.
"Here lies Balin, son of Fundin, Lord of Moria." Gandalf reads in explanation to Gimli's little tantrum. "He is dead, then. It is just as I've feared."
Gandalf looks around for a second and notices an old book that is in the arms of a skeleton.
Once he starts reading, Legolas looks at Aragorn and says, " We must move on. We cannot linger."
Aragorn nods, but he does nothing to get us moving again.
"You cannot get out. They are coming."
I hear an echoing crack that hurts my sensitive ears. We all turn to see Pippin standing near a skeleton that is sliding into the well it was sitting on.
"Fool of a Took! Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity." Gandalf snaps while snatching his stuff from the Hobbit's grasp.
I am almost tempted to ask Gandalf if he had to phrase it that way because the hobbit looks deeply hurt, but the I hear a - a drum from the deep.
"This can't be good. This can't be good." I whisper over and over again.
"Mr. Frodo!" Sam shouts when Frodo pulls out Sting to discover it's glowing blue.
"Orcs!" Legolas shouts.
"Stand back! Stay close to Gandalf!" Aragorn yells and walks swiftly to the door as Boromir pulls back from almost being hit by two arrows.
"No problem!" I shout back as I watch Legolas throw an axe to Aragorn who uses it to help Boromir Bar the door.
"I don't think he was referring to you." Legolas says pointedly as he tosses another axe.
Everyone draws their weapons, and they are ready. Gimli is muttering about one dwarf in Moria still being alive.
Me? I have my weapons and stuff, but I just want to hide. Last time I fought bad stuff happened.
Hide good, fighting bad. Very bad.
Aragorn seems to read my thoughts and touches my arm with his elbow. "Get ready, and don't worry. You can do this."
"I don't know if I can."
"Think of it this way it's another fight with Elladan or Glorfindel."
"That works."
I pull my knives out and ready myself for an inevitable battle.
Suddenly, the Orcs break down the door, and we are all fighting.
I kill mercilessly, but I'm soon distracted by a body that flys by me - Boromir.
It is now that I notice we are not only fighting Orcs but a Cave Troll as well. Great. This is just great.
"Helaku! Don't freeze like that." Legolas shouts shooting an Orc who was about to end my immortal life.
"Thanks!" I shout back as I notice a group of Orcs, only about ten or so, advance on me.
A squeal of pain echoes throughout the room.
"FRODO!" Sam yells and fights the Orcs off with his precious frying pan and his sword.
I kill the rest of the Orcs around me and watch Merry and Pippin fight on the back of the Cave Troll.
"Ahhhhh-ungh." Merry screams as he is flung off the Cave Troll's back.
"Help Boromir." Aragorn tells me as I ready my bow.
Help Boromir. Worry about Merry and Pippin. The choices I have to make.
"Go." Aragorn pushes me towards Boromir, who is fighting the remainder of Orcs.
"Ow!" That was not expected. I look at my arm that now has a gash in it from the Orc blade.
"Gwanno!" I say in a deadly whisper as I chop of the Orc's head. (Die)
Just as Boromir and I finish killing the Orcs, Legolas kills the Cave Troll.
No fair! Why does he get to kill the big beasts and save the day? I want to do that!
Everyone runs over to where Frodo is lying down - dead. I stay where I am and watch with baited breath.
"He's alive." I hear Sam say in relief. 'Good,' I think as I slide to the floor.
"You're hurt." Pippin says pointing at the spot where my hand covers my wound.
"Nothing but a scratch." I answer in what I hope to be a soothing tone.
"Then why do you hold it so?" Aragorn asks smiling slightly.
"It won't work this time." I tell him trying to hide a pained expression.
"It always works. Now let me see it."
"No."
"Let me see it." He says more forcefully.
"It's not that bad!"
I feel Legolas's gaze on my arm.
"What?"
"The blood is seeping over your fingers."
I pull my hand away to look at it.
"Let me bandage it."
"Oh fine. If you must."
Just as Aragorn finishes, more Orcs can be heard moving our way.
"To the Bridge of Khazad-Dum!" Gandalf says loud enough for all to hear, but not loud enough to echo.
We run out into the hall, but we are soon surrounded by Orcs.
We are in big trouble.
Suddenly a sound from the deep comes from a far.
The Orcs surrounding us look scared and run off as the sound echoes through the hall once more.
Okay, scratch what I said before this is not that far away at all.
"What is this new devilry?" Boromir asks, his voice just above a whisper.
Gandalf concentrates for a second.
"A Balrog." He says in a defeated tone. "A demon of the ancient world."
Aragorn looks at me with a questioning look as I tremble slightly.
Balrogs. Great.
I nod slowly trying to look like I'm fine.
"This foe is beyond any of you. Run!"
We all run further into the mines - towards the bridge.
Boromir almost falls into the depths of the mines, but thankfully, Legolas pulls him back.
Down the stairs we go until we come upon a break in the stairs.
Legolas jumps first and calls for Gandalf to follow.
As soon as Gandalf lands on the other side, arrows take flight- the orcs have found us again.
All of a sudden the floor shakes, and pieces of the ceiling and wall start to fall.
"Merry! Pippin!" Boromir yells as he holds them close and jumps across, breaking off a part of the staircase as well.
Aragorn looks at Sam. "Sam." He gestures for Sam to come closer and tosses him to Boromir. He then looks at Gimli expectantly.
"Nobody tosses a dwarf." He jumps for himself and almost misses the edge, but Legolas pulls him up by the beard.
More of the staircase breaks, creating a huge gap between the rest of the Fellowship and the tree of us who are on the other side.
"Helaku! Jump."
"I can't make that."
"You have to try. You're the most flexible here. You have a better chance."
I nod slowly.
"Go! Now!"
I jump off, but my fear caused me to miscalculate the distance. I only jumped far enough so my hands could grasp the edge.
"Helaku!"
"Help!" I try and pull myself up, but my footing slips and jolts my grip.
"Hold on!" Both of Legolas and Boromir's hands grab one of my wrists and with their help I manage to get up without falling.
Just then the Balrog causes the floor to shake again, and a piece of the ceiling falls behind Aragorn and Frodo, who are still on the other side.
The broken stairway starts to fall towards us.
"Come on." Legolas says readying himself to catch one of them.
Finally, Aragorn and Frodo have fallen to our side.
We run towards the Bridge with the Balrog not too far behind us.
"Over the Bridge." Gandalf tells us motioning us before him. We are all safe on the other side of the bridge except for Gandalf who is standing in the middle of it.
"You shall not pass!"
"Gandalf!" Frodo screams to his friend.
Gandalf's words that were spoken earlier to Aragorn repeat themselves to me.
'Lead them on, Aragorn! Do as I say! Swords are of no use here.'
No, Gandalf, not you too.
I glance at Aragorn, and he is watching with disbelief etched all over his face.
"I'm a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the Flame of Anor! The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udun! Go back to the Shadow! YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!!"
Gandalf slams his staff into the bride, and the Balrog's first step breaks the bridge.
Gandalf's gaze lingers over the edge watching the Balrog fall. Just as he turns to lead us out, the Balrog's whip lashes out one last time and pulls Gandalf over the edge.
"Fly, you fools."
"Gandalf!!!" Frodo screams running toward his friend.
"No, no!" Boromir yells as he picks him up.
Legolas grabs my hand and leads me up the stairs.
"Ow! Ha naeg-" I yell out falling to the ground as an arrow sinks into my thigh. (It hurts {lit: it pains})
"Helaku, come on!" Legolas picks me up quickly and carries me out.
Outside everyone seems to be shock into grief.
Legolas places me on the ground and wanders off. It breaks my heart to see him like this. "Legolas! Get them up." Aragorn calls out.
"Give them a moment for pity's sake."
"By nightfall these hills will be swarming with Orcs! We must reach the woods of Lothlorien. Come, Boromir, Legolas. Gimli, get them up."
"On your feet, Sam." Aragorn says gently as the Hobbit wipes away his tears.
"Um, a little help."
"Let me pull that out for you." Legolas offers.
"Be gentle."
In one swift movement Legolas pulls out the arrow and heals it quickly.
"Better?" He asks when he is done.
"I said be gentle."
"Sorry."
A/N: Here is Chapter 8. Im sorry it's taken me a while.
Chapter 8: Losses
"Huh!"
Gimli runs as fast as his stout legs will carry him into a room with a lot of light in it, which is weird. I mean we're under the mountain; how can they get light that isn't from a torch or Gandalf's staff?
"Gimli!" Gandalf calls out, but of course that damn dwarf ignores him.
When we walk into the room because we can't leave Gimli alone, no of course not, the first thing I notice is the tomb. Gimli is crying and crying for some reason. I don't know the ways of the dwarves to well so I can't explain what he says and stuff, but I do know he is crying over his kin.
"Here lies Balin, son of Fundin, Lord of Moria." Gandalf reads in explanation to Gimli's little tantrum. "He is dead, then. It is just as I've feared."
Gandalf looks around for a second and notices an old book that is in the arms of a skeleton.
Once he starts reading, Legolas looks at Aragorn and says, " We must move on. We cannot linger."
Aragorn nods, but he does nothing to get us moving again.
"You cannot get out. They are coming."
I hear an echoing crack that hurts my sensitive ears. We all turn to see Pippin standing near a skeleton that is sliding into the well it was sitting on.
"Fool of a Took! Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity." Gandalf snaps while snatching his stuff from the Hobbit's grasp.
I am almost tempted to ask Gandalf if he had to phrase it that way because the hobbit looks deeply hurt, but the I hear a - a drum from the deep.
"This can't be good. This can't be good." I whisper over and over again.
"Mr. Frodo!" Sam shouts when Frodo pulls out Sting to discover it's glowing blue.
"Orcs!" Legolas shouts.
"Stand back! Stay close to Gandalf!" Aragorn yells and walks swiftly to the door as Boromir pulls back from almost being hit by two arrows.
"No problem!" I shout back as I watch Legolas throw an axe to Aragorn who uses it to help Boromir Bar the door.
"I don't think he was referring to you." Legolas says pointedly as he tosses another axe.
Everyone draws their weapons, and they are ready. Gimli is muttering about one dwarf in Moria still being alive.
Me? I have my weapons and stuff, but I just want to hide. Last time I fought bad stuff happened.
Hide good, fighting bad. Very bad.
Aragorn seems to read my thoughts and touches my arm with his elbow. "Get ready, and don't worry. You can do this."
"I don't know if I can."
"Think of it this way it's another fight with Elladan or Glorfindel."
"That works."
I pull my knives out and ready myself for an inevitable battle.
Suddenly, the Orcs break down the door, and we are all fighting.
I kill mercilessly, but I'm soon distracted by a body that flys by me - Boromir.
It is now that I notice we are not only fighting Orcs but a Cave Troll as well. Great. This is just great.
"Helaku! Don't freeze like that." Legolas shouts shooting an Orc who was about to end my immortal life.
"Thanks!" I shout back as I notice a group of Orcs, only about ten or so, advance on me.
A squeal of pain echoes throughout the room.
"FRODO!" Sam yells and fights the Orcs off with his precious frying pan and his sword.
I kill the rest of the Orcs around me and watch Merry and Pippin fight on the back of the Cave Troll.
"Ahhhhh-ungh." Merry screams as he is flung off the Cave Troll's back.
"Help Boromir." Aragorn tells me as I ready my bow.
Help Boromir. Worry about Merry and Pippin. The choices I have to make.
"Go." Aragorn pushes me towards Boromir, who is fighting the remainder of Orcs.
"Ow!" That was not expected. I look at my arm that now has a gash in it from the Orc blade.
"Gwanno!" I say in a deadly whisper as I chop of the Orc's head. (Die)
Just as Boromir and I finish killing the Orcs, Legolas kills the Cave Troll.
No fair! Why does he get to kill the big beasts and save the day? I want to do that!
Everyone runs over to where Frodo is lying down - dead. I stay where I am and watch with baited breath.
"He's alive." I hear Sam say in relief. 'Good,' I think as I slide to the floor.
"You're hurt." Pippin says pointing at the spot where my hand covers my wound.
"Nothing but a scratch." I answer in what I hope to be a soothing tone.
"Then why do you hold it so?" Aragorn asks smiling slightly.
"It won't work this time." I tell him trying to hide a pained expression.
"It always works. Now let me see it."
"No."
"Let me see it." He says more forcefully.
"It's not that bad!"
I feel Legolas's gaze on my arm.
"What?"
"The blood is seeping over your fingers."
I pull my hand away to look at it.
"Let me bandage it."
"Oh fine. If you must."
Just as Aragorn finishes, more Orcs can be heard moving our way.
"To the Bridge of Khazad-Dum!" Gandalf says loud enough for all to hear, but not loud enough to echo.
We run out into the hall, but we are soon surrounded by Orcs.
We are in big trouble.
Suddenly a sound from the deep comes from a far.
The Orcs surrounding us look scared and run off as the sound echoes through the hall once more.
Okay, scratch what I said before this is not that far away at all.
"What is this new devilry?" Boromir asks, his voice just above a whisper.
Gandalf concentrates for a second.
"A Balrog." He says in a defeated tone. "A demon of the ancient world."
Aragorn looks at me with a questioning look as I tremble slightly.
Balrogs. Great.
I nod slowly trying to look like I'm fine.
"This foe is beyond any of you. Run!"
We all run further into the mines - towards the bridge.
Boromir almost falls into the depths of the mines, but thankfully, Legolas pulls him back.
Down the stairs we go until we come upon a break in the stairs.
Legolas jumps first and calls for Gandalf to follow.
As soon as Gandalf lands on the other side, arrows take flight- the orcs have found us again.
All of a sudden the floor shakes, and pieces of the ceiling and wall start to fall.
"Merry! Pippin!" Boromir yells as he holds them close and jumps across, breaking off a part of the staircase as well.
Aragorn looks at Sam. "Sam." He gestures for Sam to come closer and tosses him to Boromir. He then looks at Gimli expectantly.
"Nobody tosses a dwarf." He jumps for himself and almost misses the edge, but Legolas pulls him up by the beard.
More of the staircase breaks, creating a huge gap between the rest of the Fellowship and the tree of us who are on the other side.
"Helaku! Jump."
"I can't make that."
"You have to try. You're the most flexible here. You have a better chance."
I nod slowly.
"Go! Now!"
I jump off, but my fear caused me to miscalculate the distance. I only jumped far enough so my hands could grasp the edge.
"Helaku!"
"Help!" I try and pull myself up, but my footing slips and jolts my grip.
"Hold on!" Both of Legolas and Boromir's hands grab one of my wrists and with their help I manage to get up without falling.
Just then the Balrog causes the floor to shake again, and a piece of the ceiling falls behind Aragorn and Frodo, who are still on the other side.
The broken stairway starts to fall towards us.
"Come on." Legolas says readying himself to catch one of them.
Finally, Aragorn and Frodo have fallen to our side.
We run towards the Bridge with the Balrog not too far behind us.
"Over the Bridge." Gandalf tells us motioning us before him. We are all safe on the other side of the bridge except for Gandalf who is standing in the middle of it.
"You shall not pass!"
"Gandalf!" Frodo screams to his friend.
Gandalf's words that were spoken earlier to Aragorn repeat themselves to me.
'Lead them on, Aragorn! Do as I say! Swords are of no use here.'
No, Gandalf, not you too.
I glance at Aragorn, and he is watching with disbelief etched all over his face.
"I'm a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the Flame of Anor! The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udun! Go back to the Shadow! YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!!"
Gandalf slams his staff into the bride, and the Balrog's first step breaks the bridge.
Gandalf's gaze lingers over the edge watching the Balrog fall. Just as he turns to lead us out, the Balrog's whip lashes out one last time and pulls Gandalf over the edge.
"Fly, you fools."
"Gandalf!!!" Frodo screams running toward his friend.
"No, no!" Boromir yells as he picks him up.
Legolas grabs my hand and leads me up the stairs.
"Ow! Ha naeg-" I yell out falling to the ground as an arrow sinks into my thigh. (It hurts {lit: it pains})
"Helaku, come on!" Legolas picks me up quickly and carries me out.
Outside everyone seems to be shock into grief.
Legolas places me on the ground and wanders off. It breaks my heart to see him like this. "Legolas! Get them up." Aragorn calls out.
"Give them a moment for pity's sake."
"By nightfall these hills will be swarming with Orcs! We must reach the woods of Lothlorien. Come, Boromir, Legolas. Gimli, get them up."
"On your feet, Sam." Aragorn says gently as the Hobbit wipes away his tears.
"Um, a little help."
"Let me pull that out for you." Legolas offers.
"Be gentle."
In one swift movement Legolas pulls out the arrow and heals it quickly.
"Better?" He asks when he is done.
"I said be gentle."
"Sorry."
