Nine Little Ring Bearers
I´ve become a slow writer and updater, sorry. I have so many ideas but I´m too lazy to write them down.
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Chapter 6
"Gandalf is right," Aragorn told to the others. He had examined their surroundings. "There is no foodprints on the snow. The dwarf could not have gone anywhere, except." he did not have to finish his sentence.
Boromir sighed. "So we´ve lost another friend. What madness is hunting us?" he cried out desperately.
Frodo looked down to the gorge with an empty glance. "Our quest has seemed hopeless already from the beginning," he stated.
Sam heard his words and became sad but also a bit angry to him. "What are you saying, master Frodo? We can´t lose hope. At least not you," he ended trying to encourage Frodo.
"That is true," Gandalf admitted wearily but with a thin smile. "We must not lose our hope. And there is no reason why we should."
Boromir did not quite agree. "No reason? Yeah, right. . ."
"There will be many reasons to fear and lose hope if we start fearing," the old wizard became furious. "Gimli´s death was an accident. No one said our quest would not be dangerous," he reminded.
"But what about Legolas´s death? That didn´t seem like a bare accident," Boromir started but Aragorn hushed him with a small wave of his hand.
"We shouldn´t scare the hobbits," he whispered.
"Oh yeah. I´m sure they feel very safe now when we don´t know anything about anything," Boromir opposed.
Aragorn was going to tell Boromir about what he had spoken with Gandalf but he decided not to. "Gandalf," he shouted to the wizard. "This snowing doesn´t seem to stop. I don´t think we can take the road through the pass of Caradhras. We must turn back!"
Gandalf mumbled something by himself. "Too much snow. . . Cannot continue. . ." Then he stood straight again and reported to the others. "Our passing here has been meant to fail. It is better for us to retreat and go down from the mountains. We must take another road," he accepted unwillingly.
"We can take the westward road and head to Minas Tirith!" Boromir cried out. "We will receive help from my father´s men there."
Gandalf shook his head. "It is too long and dangerous way to your city. And we would have to pass Isengard." Unhappily he continued: "There is one way that Gimli would have wanted us to take. Through the mines of Moria." Aragorn closed his eyes feeling a sudden pain when Gandalf´s words hit him. "I´ll let the Ring Bearer decide which road we will take," Gandalf ended.
Frodo did not think long of his decision. "Silent mines sound much peaceful and safer to me than crossing the open lands near Saruman," he glanced to the others looking for some acceptance. After a few seconds Aragorn nodded his head. "We will go through the mines," Frodo concluded and the remaining companions started their descent back from the mountains to the place where they had met their first grievous lost.
* * *
Slowly the Company took the snowy path down from the mountain. Aragorn and Boromir had to bear the hobbits part of the time. Otherwise the small ones would have been buried to the high crusts of snow. Finally they reached the lower land again and because it had become dark, the exhausted companions stopped for the night. They all ate a mouthful of miruvor from the Rivendell and sat quietly together, the wind howling in the air.
"How the wind is howling. . ." Aragorn pondered and suddenly sprang up to his feet. "It is not the wind. Those are wolf-howls!"
Pippin became terrified. "Wolfs! Oh, they are going to eat us alive. . . This is not going well, not at all."
"Shut up Pip," Merry told his friend. "And listen what Aragorn has to say." Pippin shut his mouth unwillingly and looked at Aragorn, who had drawn forth his sword.
Sam had looked around them when they arrived to their resting place. "There is a hill that way," he pointed to the darkness. "Maybe we should go there." Aragorn agreed and told Sam to show the way.
The Fellowship ran as fast as they could to a small hill which had a crown of trees on its top. Now everyone had drawn their swords forth and was dreadfully looking at the darkness under the hill. After a while they lit a small fire on the top of the hill and waited. But no sound of the wolves was heard anymore.
Merry sighed reliefed. "They have gone. I think they couldn´t smell us this far." At the moment he finished his sentence a loud roar broke the silence of the night.
"There is one!" Boromir shouted and tried to see the beast.
Aragorn put his sword aside and took his bow. Carefully he strained it. He stand unmoving until he suddenly released his bow and an arrow disappeared somewhere down and a stifled scream vanished in the air.
"It was the only one at this moment," Gandalf said. "One of us at the time must keep watch but let the rest of us try to get some sleep now."
Not before sunrise the wolves attacked again. But this time they were attacking from all around the small hill and the company had to form a circle around the fire. Even though Aragorn and Boromir were using their swords swiftly and the hobbits tried their best, there was too much of the wolves. The beasts had come on the top of the hill already when Gandalf raised his staff and cried aloud an Elvish spell. The trees on the hill caught up fire and the flaming crown frightened the wolves away.
The Company was tired and quite surprised about what had happened but Gandalf did not give them a moment of rest anymore. "We have to continue immediately," he told. "We must reach the gates of Moria before the sunset."
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Gandalf led the Fellowship again under the mountains. He was looking for the river Sirannon, the Gate-stream which lead to the gates.
"Gandalf," Frodo asked quietly. He had not said anything for a long time. "Have you been in Moria ever before?"
Gandalf closed his eyes briefly. "I have, once."
"What kind of place is it then?" Frodo asked. "Why do they speak everywhere almost loathing of it?"
"Loathing?" the wizard asked too trying to sound unknowing. "I cannot remember anything else about Moria than the paths I took to the other side. I know that Moria was built by the dwarfs a long time ago with the help of the elves. There was some disagreeing between those two peoples about it, but it was also so long ago." Gandalf raised his look. "Oh, there is the stream! Though it has dried out. But that is where we will go."
The Fellowship followed Sirannon many miles. The sun was already going down when they saw a straight high cliff before them.
"The walls of Moria," Gandalf sighed. Everyone turned their look to them. The black smooth wall rose and rose and they could not see any entrance in it.
"Gandalf," Frodo asked suspicily. "Should we go inside to the mines from there?"
"Yes Frodo," Gandalf answered. "We just have to go around this lake." A wide lake was before the walls. That was why the Gate-stream had dried.
The Company walked after Gandalf to the other side of the lake. It was already dark and they had to step carefully the narrow dry land between the walls and the darkening lake. After a while Gandalf stopped and the rest could see two huge pillars rising from the ground. When they looked at them better they could see that actually they were two trees which stand beside the Gate of Moria.
Gandalf looked pleased. "Now you can rest for a while," he adviced the others. "We will have to wait for the moon."
When the moon rose to the sky Gandalf turned his look between the trees. "Look," he said. "Ithildin. You can see it only in moon and in star light."
Two trees, two pillars, Dwarvish symbols and Elvish writing was drawn between the trees and the contours of a great door could be seen. The Fellowship looked amazed at the great work of the olds.
"What´s it saying?" Sam asked Gandalf.
Gandalf translated the text. "It says: speak friend and enter. So we need to say a pass word." Gandalf tried saying an Elvish word but the Gates did not open. Then he tried one in Dwarvish but the Gates remained closed. After many tries he sat down and thought. The hobbits became desperate. But finally Gandalf got the word.
"It is a riddle!" he shouted. "Oh how could I not see it? Speak friend and enter." Slowly and clearly he said an Elvish word. "Mellon." The Gates crashed quietly and started to open.
"No!" Frodo´s screamed got the others´ attention when they were going through the gate. "Help me!" he shouted. A long tentacle hold his ankle and was pulling him to the lake.
Sam looked despairing at his friend. "Aragorn, do something!" he yelled.
Aragorn draw once again his sword and with a fast wave he cut off the lake creature´s tentacle. Aragorn grabbed Frodo and ran quickly after the Company inside to the mines. A strong break was heard on the gate and big pieces of stone fell just after Aragorn and Frodo. The ceiling broke down and the Gate was blocked behind them. They could not return that way what ever in the darkness of Moria might happen.
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This was probably the hardest chapter to write until this. I hope it was only because I haven´t written for many days. And I´ve already planned the last chapter, I can´t wait to write it.
Sorry that I´m doing so big changes compared to the book. But it would take so much time to write everything. So I´ll shorten the Moria things too.
Please review, if you just have time!
I´ve become a slow writer and updater, sorry. I have so many ideas but I´m too lazy to write them down.
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Chapter 6
"Gandalf is right," Aragorn told to the others. He had examined their surroundings. "There is no foodprints on the snow. The dwarf could not have gone anywhere, except." he did not have to finish his sentence.
Boromir sighed. "So we´ve lost another friend. What madness is hunting us?" he cried out desperately.
Frodo looked down to the gorge with an empty glance. "Our quest has seemed hopeless already from the beginning," he stated.
Sam heard his words and became sad but also a bit angry to him. "What are you saying, master Frodo? We can´t lose hope. At least not you," he ended trying to encourage Frodo.
"That is true," Gandalf admitted wearily but with a thin smile. "We must not lose our hope. And there is no reason why we should."
Boromir did not quite agree. "No reason? Yeah, right. . ."
"There will be many reasons to fear and lose hope if we start fearing," the old wizard became furious. "Gimli´s death was an accident. No one said our quest would not be dangerous," he reminded.
"But what about Legolas´s death? That didn´t seem like a bare accident," Boromir started but Aragorn hushed him with a small wave of his hand.
"We shouldn´t scare the hobbits," he whispered.
"Oh yeah. I´m sure they feel very safe now when we don´t know anything about anything," Boromir opposed.
Aragorn was going to tell Boromir about what he had spoken with Gandalf but he decided not to. "Gandalf," he shouted to the wizard. "This snowing doesn´t seem to stop. I don´t think we can take the road through the pass of Caradhras. We must turn back!"
Gandalf mumbled something by himself. "Too much snow. . . Cannot continue. . ." Then he stood straight again and reported to the others. "Our passing here has been meant to fail. It is better for us to retreat and go down from the mountains. We must take another road," he accepted unwillingly.
"We can take the westward road and head to Minas Tirith!" Boromir cried out. "We will receive help from my father´s men there."
Gandalf shook his head. "It is too long and dangerous way to your city. And we would have to pass Isengard." Unhappily he continued: "There is one way that Gimli would have wanted us to take. Through the mines of Moria." Aragorn closed his eyes feeling a sudden pain when Gandalf´s words hit him. "I´ll let the Ring Bearer decide which road we will take," Gandalf ended.
Frodo did not think long of his decision. "Silent mines sound much peaceful and safer to me than crossing the open lands near Saruman," he glanced to the others looking for some acceptance. After a few seconds Aragorn nodded his head. "We will go through the mines," Frodo concluded and the remaining companions started their descent back from the mountains to the place where they had met their first grievous lost.
* * *
Slowly the Company took the snowy path down from the mountain. Aragorn and Boromir had to bear the hobbits part of the time. Otherwise the small ones would have been buried to the high crusts of snow. Finally they reached the lower land again and because it had become dark, the exhausted companions stopped for the night. They all ate a mouthful of miruvor from the Rivendell and sat quietly together, the wind howling in the air.
"How the wind is howling. . ." Aragorn pondered and suddenly sprang up to his feet. "It is not the wind. Those are wolf-howls!"
Pippin became terrified. "Wolfs! Oh, they are going to eat us alive. . . This is not going well, not at all."
"Shut up Pip," Merry told his friend. "And listen what Aragorn has to say." Pippin shut his mouth unwillingly and looked at Aragorn, who had drawn forth his sword.
Sam had looked around them when they arrived to their resting place. "There is a hill that way," he pointed to the darkness. "Maybe we should go there." Aragorn agreed and told Sam to show the way.
The Fellowship ran as fast as they could to a small hill which had a crown of trees on its top. Now everyone had drawn their swords forth and was dreadfully looking at the darkness under the hill. After a while they lit a small fire on the top of the hill and waited. But no sound of the wolves was heard anymore.
Merry sighed reliefed. "They have gone. I think they couldn´t smell us this far." At the moment he finished his sentence a loud roar broke the silence of the night.
"There is one!" Boromir shouted and tried to see the beast.
Aragorn put his sword aside and took his bow. Carefully he strained it. He stand unmoving until he suddenly released his bow and an arrow disappeared somewhere down and a stifled scream vanished in the air.
"It was the only one at this moment," Gandalf said. "One of us at the time must keep watch but let the rest of us try to get some sleep now."
Not before sunrise the wolves attacked again. But this time they were attacking from all around the small hill and the company had to form a circle around the fire. Even though Aragorn and Boromir were using their swords swiftly and the hobbits tried their best, there was too much of the wolves. The beasts had come on the top of the hill already when Gandalf raised his staff and cried aloud an Elvish spell. The trees on the hill caught up fire and the flaming crown frightened the wolves away.
The Company was tired and quite surprised about what had happened but Gandalf did not give them a moment of rest anymore. "We have to continue immediately," he told. "We must reach the gates of Moria before the sunset."
* * *
Gandalf led the Fellowship again under the mountains. He was looking for the river Sirannon, the Gate-stream which lead to the gates.
"Gandalf," Frodo asked quietly. He had not said anything for a long time. "Have you been in Moria ever before?"
Gandalf closed his eyes briefly. "I have, once."
"What kind of place is it then?" Frodo asked. "Why do they speak everywhere almost loathing of it?"
"Loathing?" the wizard asked too trying to sound unknowing. "I cannot remember anything else about Moria than the paths I took to the other side. I know that Moria was built by the dwarfs a long time ago with the help of the elves. There was some disagreeing between those two peoples about it, but it was also so long ago." Gandalf raised his look. "Oh, there is the stream! Though it has dried out. But that is where we will go."
The Fellowship followed Sirannon many miles. The sun was already going down when they saw a straight high cliff before them.
"The walls of Moria," Gandalf sighed. Everyone turned their look to them. The black smooth wall rose and rose and they could not see any entrance in it.
"Gandalf," Frodo asked suspicily. "Should we go inside to the mines from there?"
"Yes Frodo," Gandalf answered. "We just have to go around this lake." A wide lake was before the walls. That was why the Gate-stream had dried.
The Company walked after Gandalf to the other side of the lake. It was already dark and they had to step carefully the narrow dry land between the walls and the darkening lake. After a while Gandalf stopped and the rest could see two huge pillars rising from the ground. When they looked at them better they could see that actually they were two trees which stand beside the Gate of Moria.
Gandalf looked pleased. "Now you can rest for a while," he adviced the others. "We will have to wait for the moon."
When the moon rose to the sky Gandalf turned his look between the trees. "Look," he said. "Ithildin. You can see it only in moon and in star light."
Two trees, two pillars, Dwarvish symbols and Elvish writing was drawn between the trees and the contours of a great door could be seen. The Fellowship looked amazed at the great work of the olds.
"What´s it saying?" Sam asked Gandalf.
Gandalf translated the text. "It says: speak friend and enter. So we need to say a pass word." Gandalf tried saying an Elvish word but the Gates did not open. Then he tried one in Dwarvish but the Gates remained closed. After many tries he sat down and thought. The hobbits became desperate. But finally Gandalf got the word.
"It is a riddle!" he shouted. "Oh how could I not see it? Speak friend and enter." Slowly and clearly he said an Elvish word. "Mellon." The Gates crashed quietly and started to open.
"No!" Frodo´s screamed got the others´ attention when they were going through the gate. "Help me!" he shouted. A long tentacle hold his ankle and was pulling him to the lake.
Sam looked despairing at his friend. "Aragorn, do something!" he yelled.
Aragorn draw once again his sword and with a fast wave he cut off the lake creature´s tentacle. Aragorn grabbed Frodo and ran quickly after the Company inside to the mines. A strong break was heard on the gate and big pieces of stone fell just after Aragorn and Frodo. The ceiling broke down and the Gate was blocked behind them. They could not return that way what ever in the darkness of Moria might happen.
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This was probably the hardest chapter to write until this. I hope it was only because I haven´t written for many days. And I´ve already planned the last chapter, I can´t wait to write it.
Sorry that I´m doing so big changes compared to the book. But it would take so much time to write everything. So I´ll shorten the Moria things too.
Please review, if you just have time!
