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of that stuff that you don't recognize, it's mine. The rest belongs to
Tolkien.
Chapter Twelve
Like the days before, the Fellowship walked in silence. There was no need to. And what was there to talk about? That's what Ali wanted to know, but like the others, she didn't speak up.
At one point during that fourth day, they came to a particular dark place with lots of pillars.
"Oh, gee, this is just what I want," Ali muttered. "Is another big place with no end of it all in sight."
"I wouldn't be complaining so much if I were you, mellon," Legolas said quietly to her. "Things could be worse."
Ali nodded. "You're right, Legolas. M'bad for saying anything."
Legolas just smiled and shook his head and continued to walk. Ali watched after the young prince. He was so graceful and so-what was the word- handsome was it? Ali shook her head as if to get the thoughts out of her head. She shouldn't be thinking like that. She had told Pippin herself there wasn't anything going on between the two of them. Was Ali being a hypocrite? She hoped she wasn't.
"Let me risk a little more light," Gandalf suddenly said softly and then his staff got brighter.
Ali gasped. She never saw anything so huge or beautiful. She had seen pictures of buildings in Washington D.C., New York City, L.A. and the like, but never had any of that compared to what she saw now. Pillars upon pillars with intriguing designs held Ali's attention. Why couldn't her world have something like this?
As Ali looked around her admiringly, Gimili suddenly cried out and started running towards a small door.
"Gimili!" Gandalf called, but the Dwarf didn't seem to hear him. "Dwarves and their stubbornness," Gandalf muttered to himself and followed after him.
Ali could've laughed if the seriousness of the situation wasn't at home. She lightly jogged after him as she bit back a smile. The rest of the Fellowship followed after Ali.
As Ali went into the room, she saw that Gimili was crying at the foot of a tomb and Gandalf reading an inscription on it. Ali felt sorry for Gimili then, he probably knew the person who was in there.
"Here lies Balin, son of Fundin, Lord of Moria," Gandalf said. "He is dead, then. It is as I feared."
Ali walked over to the kneeling Dwarf and knelt next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Do not grief, Gimili, son of Gloin. We cannot change the past nor carry the burden of the dead," Ali said softly. She wondered how she could say that so easily when she knew that Gandalf was going to die and that she would most likely do just the opposite of what she said.
Gimili nodded. "Fine words, those, Ali. Do not worry about me."
Ali nodded back and stood and walked over to take her place next to Pippin. Pippin smiled at her encouragingly. Ali smiled back at him. It was better to be friends than enemies that was for sure.
Gandalf handed Pippin his hat and staff and bent down to pick up an old, dusty book that was in the lap of a skeleton. Ali held back a fleeting sickness that rose in her throat. She mustn't be sick; there were worse things to get sick over than skeletons.
"They have taken the bridge and the second hall." Gandalf started to read.
Pippin looked around restlessly. Ali suddenly remembered that Pip's curiosity had gotten the best of him in the movie and made the skeleton fall down the well.
"Pippin," Ali whispered as Gandalf continued reading.
"What?" Pippin asked.
"Curiosity killed the cat, you know. And I have a feeling if you let your curiosity get the better of you, things could go bad, really bad," Ali said.
Pippin looked at her quizzically but nodded and stood still. Ali turned her attention back to Gandalf.
".Drums, drums in the deep. We cannot get out. A shadow moves in the dark. We cannot get out. They are coming," Gandalf finished, looking up at everybody.
Ali looked beside her. Pippin wasn't there beside her like he was a moment ago. Just then, a noise rung out in the room and everybody turned around to see that a skeleton fell down the well. And Pippin was standing there facing them, with a scared look on his face at Gandalf.
'Oh, you've done it now, Pippin,' Ali thought. Anything could've heard that for miles down here.
Everybody stared at Pippin in shocked silence and he looked down at his feet sorrowfully. Ali's heart went out to him just then.
Gandalf stared at Pippin for a few more minutes before jerking his hat and staff out of Pippin's hands.
"Fool of a Took! Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity," Gandalf said fiercely.
Ali could tell that he wanted to cry and she didn't blame him one bit. She wouldn't want to be yelled at by a who knows how many years-old wizard, either.
"Don't yell at him!" Ali suddenly burst out and everybody turned their attention to her. "How would you like it if your last memory was of somebody was of them yelling at you. You would feel bad about it and if you died and looked down, you wouldn't feel too good about it, yourself."
Before Gandalf could say anything, drums were suddenly heard and a thousand people or things shouting.
"Frodo," Sam said and Frodo pulled part of his sword out. It was bright blue.
Ali couldn't remember what the blue meant. It was something important-what was it?
"Orcs," Legolas suddenly said.
'Of course, Frodo's sword turned blue whenever Orcs were close. And that's when you had to be extra careful, as Bilbo put it,' Ali thought.
Boromir ran towards the door and looked out. Ali saw two arrows hit the door and Boromir quickly shut the doors as Aragorn and Legolas ran over to help block the door with axes lying around.
"They have a cave troll," Boromir said to Aragorn.
Ali's heart sank. Just great. Just what everybody needed was a cave troll.
" Get back," Aragorn said to Ali and the hobbits. "Stay close to Gandalf."
Ali saw Gandalf throw down his hat and pulled out his sword. The hobbits did the same and Ali followed their lead.
'Oh, crap,' Ali thought. 'I don't know how to use this thing very well. I only got a little training on the bow and the sword with Aragorn and Legolas. Bah humbug. And if we're to fight, that means blood and guts. Just plain great.'
Everybody seemed to be in their places. Aragorn and Legolas were standing in front of Balin's tomb with their bows in place. Boromir stood to the side with his sword out and Gimili stood on top of the tomb.
"Let them come," Gimili growled. "There's still one Dwaf in Moria getting out who still draws breath."
"Gimili!" Ali called out.
"What is it, Ali?" he called back.
"Keep that hope for the both of us!" Ali called out.
Gimili didn't have time to answer as the Orcs chopped their way through the door. Legolas and Aragorn fired their first shots and soon everybody was running in to fight.
"Say your prayers, Ali," Ali muttered to herself and she delved into battle. She had no other choice and might as well die fighting.
A/n: That's chapter twelve for you alls. I hope you guys like it, 'cause I know I enjoyed writing this chapter. Laugh out loud, but innywho, I'll shut up now and a happy new year to you all!
Ashes Kittyhawk-Thanks for the review! Don't we all feel bad for Pip, tho'? Heh. Ali'll survive and once again I'm glad you like the fic. And a happy new year to you, too. Thanks again!
Kage Miko- Thanks for the review! I have only one question for you: How the heck can you read my mind?! But anyhow, thanks for the review!
Angelofdragons- Thanks for the review! Yeah, the story is, because I'm trying to follow as close as I can, but it's not. Just one of those things, you know. But thanks again!
Chapter Twelve
Like the days before, the Fellowship walked in silence. There was no need to. And what was there to talk about? That's what Ali wanted to know, but like the others, she didn't speak up.
At one point during that fourth day, they came to a particular dark place with lots of pillars.
"Oh, gee, this is just what I want," Ali muttered. "Is another big place with no end of it all in sight."
"I wouldn't be complaining so much if I were you, mellon," Legolas said quietly to her. "Things could be worse."
Ali nodded. "You're right, Legolas. M'bad for saying anything."
Legolas just smiled and shook his head and continued to walk. Ali watched after the young prince. He was so graceful and so-what was the word- handsome was it? Ali shook her head as if to get the thoughts out of her head. She shouldn't be thinking like that. She had told Pippin herself there wasn't anything going on between the two of them. Was Ali being a hypocrite? She hoped she wasn't.
"Let me risk a little more light," Gandalf suddenly said softly and then his staff got brighter.
Ali gasped. She never saw anything so huge or beautiful. She had seen pictures of buildings in Washington D.C., New York City, L.A. and the like, but never had any of that compared to what she saw now. Pillars upon pillars with intriguing designs held Ali's attention. Why couldn't her world have something like this?
As Ali looked around her admiringly, Gimili suddenly cried out and started running towards a small door.
"Gimili!" Gandalf called, but the Dwarf didn't seem to hear him. "Dwarves and their stubbornness," Gandalf muttered to himself and followed after him.
Ali could've laughed if the seriousness of the situation wasn't at home. She lightly jogged after him as she bit back a smile. The rest of the Fellowship followed after Ali.
As Ali went into the room, she saw that Gimili was crying at the foot of a tomb and Gandalf reading an inscription on it. Ali felt sorry for Gimili then, he probably knew the person who was in there.
"Here lies Balin, son of Fundin, Lord of Moria," Gandalf said. "He is dead, then. It is as I feared."
Ali walked over to the kneeling Dwarf and knelt next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Do not grief, Gimili, son of Gloin. We cannot change the past nor carry the burden of the dead," Ali said softly. She wondered how she could say that so easily when she knew that Gandalf was going to die and that she would most likely do just the opposite of what she said.
Gimili nodded. "Fine words, those, Ali. Do not worry about me."
Ali nodded back and stood and walked over to take her place next to Pippin. Pippin smiled at her encouragingly. Ali smiled back at him. It was better to be friends than enemies that was for sure.
Gandalf handed Pippin his hat and staff and bent down to pick up an old, dusty book that was in the lap of a skeleton. Ali held back a fleeting sickness that rose in her throat. She mustn't be sick; there were worse things to get sick over than skeletons.
"They have taken the bridge and the second hall." Gandalf started to read.
Pippin looked around restlessly. Ali suddenly remembered that Pip's curiosity had gotten the best of him in the movie and made the skeleton fall down the well.
"Pippin," Ali whispered as Gandalf continued reading.
"What?" Pippin asked.
"Curiosity killed the cat, you know. And I have a feeling if you let your curiosity get the better of you, things could go bad, really bad," Ali said.
Pippin looked at her quizzically but nodded and stood still. Ali turned her attention back to Gandalf.
".Drums, drums in the deep. We cannot get out. A shadow moves in the dark. We cannot get out. They are coming," Gandalf finished, looking up at everybody.
Ali looked beside her. Pippin wasn't there beside her like he was a moment ago. Just then, a noise rung out in the room and everybody turned around to see that a skeleton fell down the well. And Pippin was standing there facing them, with a scared look on his face at Gandalf.
'Oh, you've done it now, Pippin,' Ali thought. Anything could've heard that for miles down here.
Everybody stared at Pippin in shocked silence and he looked down at his feet sorrowfully. Ali's heart went out to him just then.
Gandalf stared at Pippin for a few more minutes before jerking his hat and staff out of Pippin's hands.
"Fool of a Took! Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity," Gandalf said fiercely.
Ali could tell that he wanted to cry and she didn't blame him one bit. She wouldn't want to be yelled at by a who knows how many years-old wizard, either.
"Don't yell at him!" Ali suddenly burst out and everybody turned their attention to her. "How would you like it if your last memory was of somebody was of them yelling at you. You would feel bad about it and if you died and looked down, you wouldn't feel too good about it, yourself."
Before Gandalf could say anything, drums were suddenly heard and a thousand people or things shouting.
"Frodo," Sam said and Frodo pulled part of his sword out. It was bright blue.
Ali couldn't remember what the blue meant. It was something important-what was it?
"Orcs," Legolas suddenly said.
'Of course, Frodo's sword turned blue whenever Orcs were close. And that's when you had to be extra careful, as Bilbo put it,' Ali thought.
Boromir ran towards the door and looked out. Ali saw two arrows hit the door and Boromir quickly shut the doors as Aragorn and Legolas ran over to help block the door with axes lying around.
"They have a cave troll," Boromir said to Aragorn.
Ali's heart sank. Just great. Just what everybody needed was a cave troll.
" Get back," Aragorn said to Ali and the hobbits. "Stay close to Gandalf."
Ali saw Gandalf throw down his hat and pulled out his sword. The hobbits did the same and Ali followed their lead.
'Oh, crap,' Ali thought. 'I don't know how to use this thing very well. I only got a little training on the bow and the sword with Aragorn and Legolas. Bah humbug. And if we're to fight, that means blood and guts. Just plain great.'
Everybody seemed to be in their places. Aragorn and Legolas were standing in front of Balin's tomb with their bows in place. Boromir stood to the side with his sword out and Gimili stood on top of the tomb.
"Let them come," Gimili growled. "There's still one Dwaf in Moria getting out who still draws breath."
"Gimili!" Ali called out.
"What is it, Ali?" he called back.
"Keep that hope for the both of us!" Ali called out.
Gimili didn't have time to answer as the Orcs chopped their way through the door. Legolas and Aragorn fired their first shots and soon everybody was running in to fight.
"Say your prayers, Ali," Ali muttered to herself and she delved into battle. She had no other choice and might as well die fighting.
A/n: That's chapter twelve for you alls. I hope you guys like it, 'cause I know I enjoyed writing this chapter. Laugh out loud, but innywho, I'll shut up now and a happy new year to you all!
Ashes Kittyhawk-Thanks for the review! Don't we all feel bad for Pip, tho'? Heh. Ali'll survive and once again I'm glad you like the fic. And a happy new year to you, too. Thanks again!
Kage Miko- Thanks for the review! I have only one question for you: How the heck can you read my mind?! But anyhow, thanks for the review!
Angelofdragons- Thanks for the review! Yeah, the story is, because I'm trying to follow as close as I can, but it's not. Just one of those things, you know. But thanks again!
