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January 16
Something terrible has happened, and a member of the Fellowship was lost. I'll start from the beginning.
It all happened yesterday. We had just taken a short rest for a few hours, and we were walking toward the exit of Moria, which was about a day's journey. No one was talking, for everyone was afraid of something in the dark, but I did not know what, neither did anyone else. We had been walking for a couple hours, when we came into some vast, empty space. I saw that here were lots of colums supporting the ceiling. A little hole in the wall far above us let in a little sunlight.
"What is this place?" I asked Gandalf.
"This is the great realm of Dwarrowdelf," he replied.
I heard Sam say to himself, "There's an eye opener and no mistake."
I then noticed a door in the wall, and Gimli noticed it too, for he ran away from the Fellowship and into the room.
"Gimli!" said Gandalf, and followed after him. The rest of us followed Gandalf.
We found ourselves in a kind of room. I saw lots of what looked maps and books around. It kind of reminded me of the map room in Rivendell. Except in the middle of this particular room, I noticed what looked like a tomb, and Gimli was kneeling beside it, crying. I walked over to it, and noticed some writing. I couldnt really understand what the writing said, so I asked Gandalf to translate for me.
"It reads: Here lies Balin, son of Fundin," he said.
"He is dead then," said Frodo, in a solomn voice. "I feared it was so."
All of a sudden, we heard a clatter. A loud clatter. We all turned around, and found Pippin, who looked scared, standing next to some sort of well. Apparently there had been a skeleton of some sort on the edge, and Pippin, seeing the skeleton, had touched the hand of it, and then the entire skeleton fell into the well, making the big clatter.
Gandalf went over to him.
"Fool of a Took!" he said angrily, "Throw yourself in next time, and rid us of your stupidity!"
Pippin looked down, and I took a glance at Merry, who seemed a little scared.
We had all just started to get over our scare, when all of a sudden there was a noise, like the beating of drums. Then we heard something, or lots of somethings, in the hallway outside of the room we were in. Frodo pulled out his sword, and I saw that it was glowing blue.
"Orcs!" I heard Legolas say.
Then the action began. Boromir closed the door to our room, but apparently the orcs tried to force through, opening the door a little, just enough to let some arrows through. Legolas responded by shooting some arrows back at the orcs, and I performed a few Stunning Charms. Then I heard something roar, and Boromir said, "Oh great. They have a troll with them."
Then I saw a big foot step into the door way, and Frodo rushed forward and stabbed at the foot with his sword. The foot receded quickly, barely giving Frodo enough time to pull his sword out, but he did. I saw that the blood of the troll was black, and as the drops of blood hit the floot, I could hear them sizzle.
A little moment of slince, then some sort of spear came hurling into the room through the opening, and it hit Frodo, hurling him at the wall behind us, and pinning him there. The rest of us were horrified, and Gandalf did something with his staff, which made all of the orcs leave very quickly, and finally our fight with the orcs was over.
Aragorn rushed over to Frodo, and I said to Gandalf, "Is he going to be OK?"
Gandalf was about to answer me, when Aragor rolled Frodo over, who gave a gasp and sat up.
"It's okay," he said, "I'm not hurt."
Sam, Merry, Pippin, and I rushed over to him, and so did the rest of the Fellowship. I was extremley relieved, and judging by the looks on eveyone elseÕs faces, they were too.
"You should be dead!" said Aragorn, "That spear would have killed a wild boar!"
Then I saw a glint of silver beneath Frodo's shirt, and so did Aragorn. Frodo unbuttoned his shirt a little, and...
"Mithril!" said Gimli in awe, more to himself, and then he said to Frodo, "You are full of surprises, Frodo Baggins."
A look of relieved happiness came on Frodo's face. And then we heard something again in the hall outside of the room that we were in. Gandalf spoke up.
"To the bridge of Khazad-Dum," he said. "Hurry!"
We all ran towards the bridge, and I had caught sight of it about 100 feet ahead, when I heard something behind us. We all stopped for just a second, until Gandalf yelled at us to continue.
"A Balrog!" I heard Gimli whisper in fear.
The next thing that happened, ocurred so fast that I can barely remember. The entire Fellowship had crossed to the other side of the bridge, except for Gandalf, who remained in the middle. The Balrog stepped onto the bridge.
"I am a servant of the secret fire," said Gandalf in a low voice, but the rest of us could hear it all the same. "The dark fire shall not avail you, flame of Udun!" Gandalf did something with his staff, which made a very bright light, and then it receded. Then he yelled out, "YOU CANNOT PASS!"
The bridge cracked and broke, and the balrog was plunged into the dark abyss. Gandalf turned around, and had taken just one step towards us, when a firey whip curled around his knees. He stumbled, he grasped onto the very last bit of the bridge, said, "Fly, you fools!" and was gone.
Frodo yelled out, "NOOOOOO!" I stood there in shock, horrified at what had just happened. Then Aragorn yelled out at us to hurry, and he disappeard through a door leading out of Moria, and the rest of the Fellowship followed him. I too, followed, as if in a dream.
We reached a forest, called Lothlorien, which is where I am now. I must go. Merry wants to talk to me about something.
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January 16
Something terrible has happened, and a member of the Fellowship was lost. I'll start from the beginning.
It all happened yesterday. We had just taken a short rest for a few hours, and we were walking toward the exit of Moria, which was about a day's journey. No one was talking, for everyone was afraid of something in the dark, but I did not know what, neither did anyone else. We had been walking for a couple hours, when we came into some vast, empty space. I saw that here were lots of colums supporting the ceiling. A little hole in the wall far above us let in a little sunlight.
"What is this place?" I asked Gandalf.
"This is the great realm of Dwarrowdelf," he replied.
I heard Sam say to himself, "There's an eye opener and no mistake."
I then noticed a door in the wall, and Gimli noticed it too, for he ran away from the Fellowship and into the room.
"Gimli!" said Gandalf, and followed after him. The rest of us followed Gandalf.
We found ourselves in a kind of room. I saw lots of what looked maps and books around. It kind of reminded me of the map room in Rivendell. Except in the middle of this particular room, I noticed what looked like a tomb, and Gimli was kneeling beside it, crying. I walked over to it, and noticed some writing. I couldnt really understand what the writing said, so I asked Gandalf to translate for me.
"It reads: Here lies Balin, son of Fundin," he said.
"He is dead then," said Frodo, in a solomn voice. "I feared it was so."
All of a sudden, we heard a clatter. A loud clatter. We all turned around, and found Pippin, who looked scared, standing next to some sort of well. Apparently there had been a skeleton of some sort on the edge, and Pippin, seeing the skeleton, had touched the hand of it, and then the entire skeleton fell into the well, making the big clatter.
Gandalf went over to him.
"Fool of a Took!" he said angrily, "Throw yourself in next time, and rid us of your stupidity!"
Pippin looked down, and I took a glance at Merry, who seemed a little scared.
We had all just started to get over our scare, when all of a sudden there was a noise, like the beating of drums. Then we heard something, or lots of somethings, in the hallway outside of the room we were in. Frodo pulled out his sword, and I saw that it was glowing blue.
"Orcs!" I heard Legolas say.
Then the action began. Boromir closed the door to our room, but apparently the orcs tried to force through, opening the door a little, just enough to let some arrows through. Legolas responded by shooting some arrows back at the orcs, and I performed a few Stunning Charms. Then I heard something roar, and Boromir said, "Oh great. They have a troll with them."
Then I saw a big foot step into the door way, and Frodo rushed forward and stabbed at the foot with his sword. The foot receded quickly, barely giving Frodo enough time to pull his sword out, but he did. I saw that the blood of the troll was black, and as the drops of blood hit the floot, I could hear them sizzle.
A little moment of slince, then some sort of spear came hurling into the room through the opening, and it hit Frodo, hurling him at the wall behind us, and pinning him there. The rest of us were horrified, and Gandalf did something with his staff, which made all of the orcs leave very quickly, and finally our fight with the orcs was over.
Aragorn rushed over to Frodo, and I said to Gandalf, "Is he going to be OK?"
Gandalf was about to answer me, when Aragor rolled Frodo over, who gave a gasp and sat up.
"It's okay," he said, "I'm not hurt."
Sam, Merry, Pippin, and I rushed over to him, and so did the rest of the Fellowship. I was extremley relieved, and judging by the looks on eveyone elseÕs faces, they were too.
"You should be dead!" said Aragorn, "That spear would have killed a wild boar!"
Then I saw a glint of silver beneath Frodo's shirt, and so did Aragorn. Frodo unbuttoned his shirt a little, and...
"Mithril!" said Gimli in awe, more to himself, and then he said to Frodo, "You are full of surprises, Frodo Baggins."
A look of relieved happiness came on Frodo's face. And then we heard something again in the hall outside of the room that we were in. Gandalf spoke up.
"To the bridge of Khazad-Dum," he said. "Hurry!"
We all ran towards the bridge, and I had caught sight of it about 100 feet ahead, when I heard something behind us. We all stopped for just a second, until Gandalf yelled at us to continue.
"A Balrog!" I heard Gimli whisper in fear.
The next thing that happened, ocurred so fast that I can barely remember. The entire Fellowship had crossed to the other side of the bridge, except for Gandalf, who remained in the middle. The Balrog stepped onto the bridge.
"I am a servant of the secret fire," said Gandalf in a low voice, but the rest of us could hear it all the same. "The dark fire shall not avail you, flame of Udun!" Gandalf did something with his staff, which made a very bright light, and then it receded. Then he yelled out, "YOU CANNOT PASS!"
The bridge cracked and broke, and the balrog was plunged into the dark abyss. Gandalf turned around, and had taken just one step towards us, when a firey whip curled around his knees. He stumbled, he grasped onto the very last bit of the bridge, said, "Fly, you fools!" and was gone.
Frodo yelled out, "NOOOOOO!" I stood there in shock, horrified at what had just happened. Then Aragorn yelled out at us to hurry, and he disappeard through a door leading out of Moria, and the rest of the Fellowship followed him. I too, followed, as if in a dream.
We reached a forest, called Lothlorien, which is where I am now. I must go. Merry wants to talk to me about something.
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