We came into a stone room with what looked to be a tomb in the middle. The
tomb was highlighted with sunshine from the ceiling. I found it
fascinating, but Gimly didn't seem too happy with the sight. He knelt don't
by the grave and started to sob. I then noticed that no one was really too
happy about this guys death. When I looked around I was stunned to see more
corpses. Gandalf walked around the room to finally come to a corps holding
a big dusty book. He picked it up, however some of the pages fell out, and
the cover wasn't in great shape either. I figured he wanted to see this
guys record, so he knew what went on or something.
He took a breath and started reading. "We cannot get out. We cannot get out. They have taken the Bridge and second hall. Frar and Loni and Nali fell here." He stopped. "Then there are four lines smeared so that I can only read went 5 days ago. The last lines run 'the pool is up to the wall at Westgate. The Watcher in the Water took Oin.'" *The watcher in the water? Is that what attacked us?* He continued. "We canot get out. The end comes, and then drums, drums in the deep." He looked puzzled. This started to frighten me. I didn't like the sound of it at all. The elf, and everyone else, didn't seem pleased either. Then we heard it, I heard it. Drums. Boom. Boom. Boom... Deep, and faint at first, but then the drums got louder! Out of panic I pulled out my bow. I looked all around me. Everyone was alert. I heard footsteps not to far away. Many of them! I looked back to the scared Hobbits. Frodo pulled out his sword; it gave off an amazing blue glow! Even though I was in panic I found this sword fascinating. Then there was something more fascinating. The elf spoke: "They are coming." I didn't like the sound of that, but his secure voice made it seem like it was going to be all right. Boromir and Aragorn tried to block the door from whatever was coming. Boromir turned around. "They've got a cave troll." He said with an unpleasant face. I was scared I was never going to make it out alive. So I put that fear aside and remembered what I had studied about combat. I saw them trying to beak the door down, and Legolas shot into the small opening as soon as possible. Even though he was an elf I took his example. I shot my arrows with skill. The elf seemed to be impressed with me, and I took pleasure in that.
The door didn't last for long, and orcs were swarming into the room. I found no more use for my bow, so I pulled out my sai. I slashed and dashed many orcs. But then it went quiet for a second. A massive troll came through the door. The troll swung with his great arms, and even though it seemed to be on a leash, it hit many of its 'fellow' orcs. While trying to hold off orcs, I jumped into the tomb, and pulled out my bow to hit the gigantic beast. I hit it a couple of times when an orc had knocked me down. When I looked up, the orc was about to slash me, so I rolled over and kicked it. When it was down I got up and shot it with one of my arrows. I then saw Legolas trying to pull off a heroic act. He jumped atop of the troll, and shot an arrow right through his head. As he jumped off, the troll made just a couple of attempts to hit someone, but it fell down, and seemed to be dead.
We fled to a big hall. Orcs were following us. Many of them came out of the cracks in the floor and ceiling. Like bugs they swarmed around us. We drew our weapons, even though it would to be suicide. Then the orcs went silent. They looked around in awareness. We heard rumbling from not too far away. The orcs fled in fear. Gimly got a smile on his face, like he had scared them all away with his ax, and deadly stare. We then felt a heatwave, and saw red light in the deep. Gandalf said: "It is the Balrog", then shouted "to the bridge of Khazad Dum! Run! Swords are no more use here!"
We ran down countless flights of stairs, the heat following us. It broke down everything it came in contact with. Orcs shot arrows at us from afar. Aragorn, Legolas and I, amazingly with the same time reaction, pulled out our bow and shot down the filthy creatures.
We finally arrived to a bridge. We ran across the slender thing, some of us looking back what dwelled in the dark. The air was getting heavier by the second. The humidity was almost unbearable. When most of us reached the other side of the bridge, we saw Gandalf Just getting onto the bridge, with the beast of fire behind him. He breathed a breath of intoxicating fumes, spoiled in heat. To my surprise, Gandalf stood steady on the bridge, pulled out his gleaming Glamdring , and yelled to the deamon. "You cannot pass, I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. You cannot pass. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udun. Go back to the Shadow! You cannot pass." Then, from out of the shadows of the beast leaped a red flaming sword! Gandalf answered in defense with an orb of white light around him. The sword came slamming into the orb, or so it seemed. The light reflected the flaming sword and it lashed back. Gandalf stood steady.
"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!"
The bridge broke before him, and the Balrog fell before us. Gandalf gave a sigh of relief, but then a lash of a fiery whip clung onto his leg. In one shock, it pulled him down, and Gandalf was barely hanging onto the stone of the remaining bridge. He uttered the words, "Fly, you fools!", when I ran up to the bridge to help save him. Alas I was too late, and Gandalf the Grey had fallen.
He took a breath and started reading. "We cannot get out. We cannot get out. They have taken the Bridge and second hall. Frar and Loni and Nali fell here." He stopped. "Then there are four lines smeared so that I can only read went 5 days ago. The last lines run 'the pool is up to the wall at Westgate. The Watcher in the Water took Oin.'" *The watcher in the water? Is that what attacked us?* He continued. "We canot get out. The end comes, and then drums, drums in the deep." He looked puzzled. This started to frighten me. I didn't like the sound of it at all. The elf, and everyone else, didn't seem pleased either. Then we heard it, I heard it. Drums. Boom. Boom. Boom... Deep, and faint at first, but then the drums got louder! Out of panic I pulled out my bow. I looked all around me. Everyone was alert. I heard footsteps not to far away. Many of them! I looked back to the scared Hobbits. Frodo pulled out his sword; it gave off an amazing blue glow! Even though I was in panic I found this sword fascinating. Then there was something more fascinating. The elf spoke: "They are coming." I didn't like the sound of that, but his secure voice made it seem like it was going to be all right. Boromir and Aragorn tried to block the door from whatever was coming. Boromir turned around. "They've got a cave troll." He said with an unpleasant face. I was scared I was never going to make it out alive. So I put that fear aside and remembered what I had studied about combat. I saw them trying to beak the door down, and Legolas shot into the small opening as soon as possible. Even though he was an elf I took his example. I shot my arrows with skill. The elf seemed to be impressed with me, and I took pleasure in that.
The door didn't last for long, and orcs were swarming into the room. I found no more use for my bow, so I pulled out my sai. I slashed and dashed many orcs. But then it went quiet for a second. A massive troll came through the door. The troll swung with his great arms, and even though it seemed to be on a leash, it hit many of its 'fellow' orcs. While trying to hold off orcs, I jumped into the tomb, and pulled out my bow to hit the gigantic beast. I hit it a couple of times when an orc had knocked me down. When I looked up, the orc was about to slash me, so I rolled over and kicked it. When it was down I got up and shot it with one of my arrows. I then saw Legolas trying to pull off a heroic act. He jumped atop of the troll, and shot an arrow right through his head. As he jumped off, the troll made just a couple of attempts to hit someone, but it fell down, and seemed to be dead.
We fled to a big hall. Orcs were following us. Many of them came out of the cracks in the floor and ceiling. Like bugs they swarmed around us. We drew our weapons, even though it would to be suicide. Then the orcs went silent. They looked around in awareness. We heard rumbling from not too far away. The orcs fled in fear. Gimly got a smile on his face, like he had scared them all away with his ax, and deadly stare. We then felt a heatwave, and saw red light in the deep. Gandalf said: "It is the Balrog", then shouted "to the bridge of Khazad Dum! Run! Swords are no more use here!"
We ran down countless flights of stairs, the heat following us. It broke down everything it came in contact with. Orcs shot arrows at us from afar. Aragorn, Legolas and I, amazingly with the same time reaction, pulled out our bow and shot down the filthy creatures.
We finally arrived to a bridge. We ran across the slender thing, some of us looking back what dwelled in the dark. The air was getting heavier by the second. The humidity was almost unbearable. When most of us reached the other side of the bridge, we saw Gandalf Just getting onto the bridge, with the beast of fire behind him. He breathed a breath of intoxicating fumes, spoiled in heat. To my surprise, Gandalf stood steady on the bridge, pulled out his gleaming Glamdring , and yelled to the deamon. "You cannot pass, I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. You cannot pass. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udun. Go back to the Shadow! You cannot pass." Then, from out of the shadows of the beast leaped a red flaming sword! Gandalf answered in defense with an orb of white light around him. The sword came slamming into the orb, or so it seemed. The light reflected the flaming sword and it lashed back. Gandalf stood steady.
"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!"
The bridge broke before him, and the Balrog fell before us. Gandalf gave a sigh of relief, but then a lash of a fiery whip clung onto his leg. In one shock, it pulled him down, and Gandalf was barely hanging onto the stone of the remaining bridge. He uttered the words, "Fly, you fools!", when I ran up to the bridge to help save him. Alas I was too late, and Gandalf the Grey had fallen.
