Disclaimer: See ch. 1
Chapter 6
Into the Dark
They walked out into a great opening, like a great hall. Tir couldn't see to well in the dark, but she and Legolas could see well enough that it was a great hall indeed, extending to the sky, as far as Tir could tell. "Let me risk a little more light." muttered Gandalf, the light from his staff glowing brighter.
Suddenly, everyone could see the amazing sight. It did not extend to the sky, but it was still taller then Tir had ever seen before. 'Even the dwarf is amazed!' thought Tir.
"Behold! The great realm of the Dwarf-city Dwarrowdelf." said Gandalf to the company.
"There's an eye-opener, no mistake." she heard Sam mutter. Tir laughed lightly, but she did agree with him very much. It was so huge, and it seemed to go on for ever. She turned to face Legolas, but found that even he was standing there open mouthed. "Wow?" offered Tir. "Yes..." whispered Legolas. "Wow seems to fit this place perfectly."
They walked and walked, until suddenly, Gimli faltered. "Humph." he muttered, looking to the side of their path. Tir followed his gaze and stopped as well. She did not want this part to come. She was laden more with sorrow than fear as she and the rest of the Fellowship followed Gimli into the room.
Gimli was kneeling down on the grown, next to a tomb, sobbing in Dwarvish. Gandalf walked up next to him and read the writing on the tomb. "Her lies Balin, son of Fundin, Lord of Moria. He is dead then. It is as I feared..."
Tir truly felt sorry for Gimli, for she knew that Balin was his cousin. But she knew that they would need to save there strength.
"Legolas." she muttered. "Melamin? What is it?" "We must save our energy. Our strength. Trust me." "I do, melamin, I do. I shall worn the humans, you warn Gandalf, if you can." Tir nodded and went back to the tomb.
Tir watched Gandalf, trying to find the right moment to speak with him, knowing she wouldn't. He handed his staff and hat over to Pippin, and then bent down to pick up a dusty book in the clutches of a Dwarf corpse.
"We must move on. We cannot linger." Tir heard Legolas saying to Aragorn.
"They have taken the bridge and the second hall." read Gandalf. "We have barred the gate, but cannot hold for long. The ground shakes. Drums, Drums in the deep. We cannot get out. A shadow moves in the dark. We cannot get out...They are coming..." Gandalf looked up and studied his surroundings.
Tir watched Pippin as his curiosity got the better of him. He reached out to twist the arrow stuck in the corpse sitting on the well, and caused for the whole thing, bucket and all, to fall in with a series of loud BANGS! and CLANGS!
Everybody watched the well as this happened, and winced every time they heard a bang.
"Fool of a Took!" scolded Gandalf. "Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity!" He yanked away his belongings and started to walk away, when a new sound could be heard. Everybody turned back to Pippin, thinking it was him. But Tir new better, and soon did everyone else. It was drums, not Pippin, that the fellowship heard.
"Frodo!" yelled Sam suddenly. Tir, Legolas, Boromir, Aragorn and Gandalf all turn around. Frodo had pulled Sting out of it's sheath, and it was glowing blue. "Orcs!" yelled Legolas.
Tir wasn't afraid, she just wanted to get this over with. Boromir rushed over to the doors and looked out. He moved his head back in, just missing getting shot in the head by two arrows.
Aragorn rushed over and help him close the doors. "They've got a Cave Troll!" she heard him mutter sarcastically. Legolas threw them two axes, and the men locked the doors with them.
"Get back!" Aragorn yelled to the hobbits. "Stay close to Gandalf!" Aragorn and Legolas stood side-to-side, bows at the ready, with an arrow already nocked. Boromir stood to one side, sword drawn, and the same for Gandalf and the hobbits. Gimli found his way on top of the tomb, and said "Let them come! There is one dwarf yet in Moria that still draws breath!" Tir decided to stand in front of the wizard and the hobbits with her bow poised, ready to shoot.
Just then, the door started breaking. When the whole got big enough, Legolas and Aragorn shot arrows, hitting a couple of Orcs. Then, the doors broke down, and all of the Orcs rushed in. The Elves and Aragorn shot their arrows at the first set of Orcs, killing them. They kept on battling them, more Orcs dropping, and then...
"Cave Troll!" warned Tir, mostly for the hobbits convenience. "Ow!" commented Tir, as she was knocked to the ground from a blow of the Troll's club. The troll turned around, headed for a near by ledge. She saw that Legolas was standing on there, facing the other way, battling and Orc. "LEGOLAS!" she yelled to him, knowing he heard her.
Legolas looked up when he had heard his name being called. He saw the cave troll, and then saw Tir laying in crumpled heap, trying to get up. "ARAGORN!" he yelled, dodging a blow from the trolls club. "TIR!"
Aragorn turned around and rushed over to Tir, helping her up. She winced as she put pressure on her leg. And when she tried to breath, she grasped her side, trying to ignore the pain. "Tir! Will you be alright?" asked Aragorn, looking slightly scared. "Yes!" Tir replied, slightly wincing. "Don't worry about me, protect the hobbits! Thought Frodo should be fine... never mind. Just go!" she yelled, and rushed over to aid Legolas.
Legolas timed his moves carefully. The Cave Troll was swinging his chain around, trying to knock him to the ground. CLANG! The chain was now wrapped around the column, and when the Troll struggled, it tightened enough for Legolas to walk on it. He ran up it, stood on the trolls shoulders, and shot an arrow into the back of his neck. The Troll howled in pain, and Legolas jumped off. He rushed over to help Tir, who was fighting off the remains of the Orcs.
There were only two left, and Tir was determined to kill them both. But as she moved to stab one in the chest with her sword, pain spread through her body like a wildfire. Just then, two arrows whisked by her head, killing the Orcs. Tir allowed herself to fall to the ground, clutching her side.
"Are you all right, melamin?" asked Legolas, running over to her. "Yes!" she yelled. "Stay and help the others. Leave me here until the Troll lies dead." "Bu-" Legolas argued. "Go! I am not as important as the fate of Middle-earth! Go help the others!" Legolas nodded and rushed over to help the others, and Tir managed to get herself into a far-away corner, and there she collapsed. She watched as Aragorn stabbed the Troll with a spear, in attempt to save Frodo, only to be thrown to the side like a rag doll. She watched as Frodo rushed over to wake Aragorn, only to have to run from the troll, and then stabbed by the troll with the spear.
She screamed as Frodo fell to the ground, though she knew he was fine. "Man, I am so not screaming like that again." she said. "It hurts too much." Merry and Pippin had jumped onto the Troll and were wrestling him, avenging for their friend. The troll threw Merry off, and the hobbit crashed to the ground. Pippin continued to hold on, causing the troll to bellow and scream and stomp on the ground, shaking it.
Legolas aimed his shot, and when the troll scream again, he shot an arrow down it's throat. The troll stomped around, shaking the ground, gasping for air. When he could not get that, he fell to the ground, flinging Pippin off. The Troll was dead.
Tir watched as they all rushed over to Frodo. Aragorn pulled him up, afraid to see how bad the hit was, when Frodo stirred in his arms. Frodo stood up, much to everyone's surprise, and said "I'm alright, I'm not hurt." "You should be dead. The spear would have skewered a wild boar." Said Aragorn, amazed. "I think there is more to this hobbit then meets the eye." mentioned Gandalf, smiling. The hobbit unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a shiny shirt of "Mithril! You are full of surprises, Master Baggins!"
Tir smiled, but not for long, for she heard the scream of Orcs. "To the Bridge of Kazad-dum!" yelled Gandalf. Legolas rushed over to Tir, helped her to her feet, and everybody ran down the stairs to the bridge.
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Tir was cursing under her breath, trying to keep up with the rest of the group, when she heard a strangled howl of some sort. Then she saw them.
Climbing out of holes in the ground, or down from the ceiling were the most grotesque creatures she had ever seen, after Orcs. "Crap!" she cursed, loud enough for Legolas to hear. "Goblins! This sucks."
Legolas slowed down enough for Tir to catch up to him, grabbed her arm, ignoring her yelp of pain, and yanked her forward. "Come on!" he urged. "We must get to the bri-"
Tir looked around, and saw why Legolas had faltered. They were surrounded by goblins. "You know what?" Tir muttered to her self. "What?" she asked herself back, being sarcastic. "Crap. Crap. And you know what? Double crap!"
Legolas couldn't help but to smile at how stupid she sounded, slightly worried that she was losing conciseness. But she pulled her sword out of her sheath, muttering "Okay...where is the shadow...any moment now..."
The goblins stopped yelling when a blaze of fire came from down the hall. The goblins ran away, crawling back into their holes.
"You know what?" asked Tir, not to anyone in particular. They all turned to face her. "Forget crap." she said earnestly. "Try damn!" Legolas shook his head, and Aragorn was wondering if she had gone insane, if her injury was making her loose conciseness.
Tir noticed Legolas was the only one not looking at her. Apparently, so was Boromir. "What is new devilry?" he asked Gandalf. "A Balrog. A demon of the ancient world. This foe is beyond any of you...Run!"
So they did, with Tir cursing all the while.
"Whoa!" Legolas heard Boromir yell, who was in the front of the Fellowship. He saw that the human was about to fall over the edge of the steps, when he yanked him away, pushing them back up the stairs. Legolas heard Tir cursing even louder now. As he turned to face her, she looked as if she was going to be sick. "I think you have a concussion." he said to her, pulling her arm. "I know I have a God damn concussion, Legolas! Just keep running! I'm keeping up." Legolas nodded, and hopped off of the stairs and landed on the next one, in front of the company.
"You know, this is so not my day." muttered Tir, running to catch up to the Fellowship, who had paused at a breaking in the stairs. "Tir!" yelled Legolas, grabbing her hand. He pulled her through, and they both jumped over to the other part of the stairs. "Okay, now I am going to be sick." she muttered to her self, leaning carefully over the edge.
Legolas heard a strange sound, and realized it was Tir. He decided to help the others first, before tending to her and getting another yelling at.
"Gandalf!" he yelled. Gandalf jumped over, and Legolas caught him. "Merry! Pippin!" yelled Boromir. The hobbits rushed up, he grabbed them around the middle, and they jumped over to the other side, causing some of the stair to fall away.
Aragorn threw Sam over, who was caught by Boromir. He attempted to throw Gimli, but he protested. "Nobody tosses a dwarf!" He tried to jump over, landed, but he didn't gain enough balance. "Whoa..." he yelled. Legolas reached out and grabbed his beard. "Not the beard!" yelled the dwarf in pain as he was yanked forward.
"Hold on." yelled Aragorn, as more of the staircase he and Frodo were on crumbled away. Just then, a gigantic boulder falls from above, and crashes in the part of the stairs behind them. Now they were surrounded by never ending hole. They couldn't go backwards, so they decided to go forward, just as the staircase was leaning backwards. "Hang on...Lean forward!" yelled Aragorn. Their staircase crashed into the other, and they jumped.
Legolas caught Aragorn, and Boromir caught Frodo. Aragorn ran ahead after Gandalf. Legolas bent down and picked up Tir, who did protest. She was to weak. "I think I threw up everything I've eaten from Rivendell on." she said weakly as they ran along. Legolas smiled, and hoped she would be fine.
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"Put me down, Legolas!" Tir complained weakly. "You might loose your balance." Legolas looked to Gandalf, who nodded. He placed the elven girl on to her feet. She ran across the bridge, still clutching her side, but not as bad as earlier. "I guess she really is Tir," he thought as he ran across the bridge.
Tir watched Gandalf as she leaned on Legolas, too weak to stand up on her own after just having an intense "being sick" fit. "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" yelled Gandalf for the second time, slamming his staff on to the bridge. "Crap." muttered Tir, remembering what was to happen. "What?" asked Boromir gently. "Nothing." she said sheepishly, wishing she had not said anything. The bridge cracked as the Balrog attempted to cross it. The Shadow fell into the abyss, whip flailing. Gandalf turned around, and was walking to the others, when the whip grabbed him and pulled him to the edge.
Tir watched sadly as Gandalf struggled. "Gandalf!" yelled Frodo. Finally, Gandalf gave up. "Fly you fools!" he yelled, and let himself fall into the abyss.
"GANDALF!!!!: yelled Frodo, running towards the bridge. Boromir stopped him, though, seizing him around the middle and pulling him away. Legolas led them out. "Aragorn!" yelled Boromir, for Aragorn was still staring in disbelief. He turned around and ran after the others, dodging arrows.
When they got outside, Legolas put Tir down on the ground, and she just sat there. She looked around, not able to cry, watching the hobbits, Gimli and Boromir cry for Gandalf.
"Legolas, get them up." said Aragorn, heading towards Gimli. "Give them a moment, for pity's sake!" argued Boromir. "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." He looked up and noticed Frodo walking away. "Frodo? Frodo!" shouted Aragorn. Frodo turned around, silently crying, silently begging not to talk. Aragorn nodded, and moved on.
Chapter 6
Into the Dark
They walked out into a great opening, like a great hall. Tir couldn't see to well in the dark, but she and Legolas could see well enough that it was a great hall indeed, extending to the sky, as far as Tir could tell. "Let me risk a little more light." muttered Gandalf, the light from his staff glowing brighter.
Suddenly, everyone could see the amazing sight. It did not extend to the sky, but it was still taller then Tir had ever seen before. 'Even the dwarf is amazed!' thought Tir.
"Behold! The great realm of the Dwarf-city Dwarrowdelf." said Gandalf to the company.
"There's an eye-opener, no mistake." she heard Sam mutter. Tir laughed lightly, but she did agree with him very much. It was so huge, and it seemed to go on for ever. She turned to face Legolas, but found that even he was standing there open mouthed. "Wow?" offered Tir. "Yes..." whispered Legolas. "Wow seems to fit this place perfectly."
They walked and walked, until suddenly, Gimli faltered. "Humph." he muttered, looking to the side of their path. Tir followed his gaze and stopped as well. She did not want this part to come. She was laden more with sorrow than fear as she and the rest of the Fellowship followed Gimli into the room.
Gimli was kneeling down on the grown, next to a tomb, sobbing in Dwarvish. Gandalf walked up next to him and read the writing on the tomb. "Her lies Balin, son of Fundin, Lord of Moria. He is dead then. It is as I feared..."
Tir truly felt sorry for Gimli, for she knew that Balin was his cousin. But she knew that they would need to save there strength.
"Legolas." she muttered. "Melamin? What is it?" "We must save our energy. Our strength. Trust me." "I do, melamin, I do. I shall worn the humans, you warn Gandalf, if you can." Tir nodded and went back to the tomb.
Tir watched Gandalf, trying to find the right moment to speak with him, knowing she wouldn't. He handed his staff and hat over to Pippin, and then bent down to pick up a dusty book in the clutches of a Dwarf corpse.
"We must move on. We cannot linger." Tir heard Legolas saying to Aragorn.
"They have taken the bridge and the second hall." read Gandalf. "We have barred the gate, but cannot hold for long. The ground shakes. Drums, Drums in the deep. We cannot get out. A shadow moves in the dark. We cannot get out...They are coming..." Gandalf looked up and studied his surroundings.
Tir watched Pippin as his curiosity got the better of him. He reached out to twist the arrow stuck in the corpse sitting on the well, and caused for the whole thing, bucket and all, to fall in with a series of loud BANGS! and CLANGS!
Everybody watched the well as this happened, and winced every time they heard a bang.
"Fool of a Took!" scolded Gandalf. "Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity!" He yanked away his belongings and started to walk away, when a new sound could be heard. Everybody turned back to Pippin, thinking it was him. But Tir new better, and soon did everyone else. It was drums, not Pippin, that the fellowship heard.
"Frodo!" yelled Sam suddenly. Tir, Legolas, Boromir, Aragorn and Gandalf all turn around. Frodo had pulled Sting out of it's sheath, and it was glowing blue. "Orcs!" yelled Legolas.
Tir wasn't afraid, she just wanted to get this over with. Boromir rushed over to the doors and looked out. He moved his head back in, just missing getting shot in the head by two arrows.
Aragorn rushed over and help him close the doors. "They've got a Cave Troll!" she heard him mutter sarcastically. Legolas threw them two axes, and the men locked the doors with them.
"Get back!" Aragorn yelled to the hobbits. "Stay close to Gandalf!" Aragorn and Legolas stood side-to-side, bows at the ready, with an arrow already nocked. Boromir stood to one side, sword drawn, and the same for Gandalf and the hobbits. Gimli found his way on top of the tomb, and said "Let them come! There is one dwarf yet in Moria that still draws breath!" Tir decided to stand in front of the wizard and the hobbits with her bow poised, ready to shoot.
Just then, the door started breaking. When the whole got big enough, Legolas and Aragorn shot arrows, hitting a couple of Orcs. Then, the doors broke down, and all of the Orcs rushed in. The Elves and Aragorn shot their arrows at the first set of Orcs, killing them. They kept on battling them, more Orcs dropping, and then...
"Cave Troll!" warned Tir, mostly for the hobbits convenience. "Ow!" commented Tir, as she was knocked to the ground from a blow of the Troll's club. The troll turned around, headed for a near by ledge. She saw that Legolas was standing on there, facing the other way, battling and Orc. "LEGOLAS!" she yelled to him, knowing he heard her.
Legolas looked up when he had heard his name being called. He saw the cave troll, and then saw Tir laying in crumpled heap, trying to get up. "ARAGORN!" he yelled, dodging a blow from the trolls club. "TIR!"
Aragorn turned around and rushed over to Tir, helping her up. She winced as she put pressure on her leg. And when she tried to breath, she grasped her side, trying to ignore the pain. "Tir! Will you be alright?" asked Aragorn, looking slightly scared. "Yes!" Tir replied, slightly wincing. "Don't worry about me, protect the hobbits! Thought Frodo should be fine... never mind. Just go!" she yelled, and rushed over to aid Legolas.
Legolas timed his moves carefully. The Cave Troll was swinging his chain around, trying to knock him to the ground. CLANG! The chain was now wrapped around the column, and when the Troll struggled, it tightened enough for Legolas to walk on it. He ran up it, stood on the trolls shoulders, and shot an arrow into the back of his neck. The Troll howled in pain, and Legolas jumped off. He rushed over to help Tir, who was fighting off the remains of the Orcs.
There were only two left, and Tir was determined to kill them both. But as she moved to stab one in the chest with her sword, pain spread through her body like a wildfire. Just then, two arrows whisked by her head, killing the Orcs. Tir allowed herself to fall to the ground, clutching her side.
"Are you all right, melamin?" asked Legolas, running over to her. "Yes!" she yelled. "Stay and help the others. Leave me here until the Troll lies dead." "Bu-" Legolas argued. "Go! I am not as important as the fate of Middle-earth! Go help the others!" Legolas nodded and rushed over to help the others, and Tir managed to get herself into a far-away corner, and there she collapsed. She watched as Aragorn stabbed the Troll with a spear, in attempt to save Frodo, only to be thrown to the side like a rag doll. She watched as Frodo rushed over to wake Aragorn, only to have to run from the troll, and then stabbed by the troll with the spear.
She screamed as Frodo fell to the ground, though she knew he was fine. "Man, I am so not screaming like that again." she said. "It hurts too much." Merry and Pippin had jumped onto the Troll and were wrestling him, avenging for their friend. The troll threw Merry off, and the hobbit crashed to the ground. Pippin continued to hold on, causing the troll to bellow and scream and stomp on the ground, shaking it.
Legolas aimed his shot, and when the troll scream again, he shot an arrow down it's throat. The troll stomped around, shaking the ground, gasping for air. When he could not get that, he fell to the ground, flinging Pippin off. The Troll was dead.
Tir watched as they all rushed over to Frodo. Aragorn pulled him up, afraid to see how bad the hit was, when Frodo stirred in his arms. Frodo stood up, much to everyone's surprise, and said "I'm alright, I'm not hurt." "You should be dead. The spear would have skewered a wild boar." Said Aragorn, amazed. "I think there is more to this hobbit then meets the eye." mentioned Gandalf, smiling. The hobbit unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a shiny shirt of "Mithril! You are full of surprises, Master Baggins!"
Tir smiled, but not for long, for she heard the scream of Orcs. "To the Bridge of Kazad-dum!" yelled Gandalf. Legolas rushed over to Tir, helped her to her feet, and everybody ran down the stairs to the bridge.
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Tir was cursing under her breath, trying to keep up with the rest of the group, when she heard a strangled howl of some sort. Then she saw them.
Climbing out of holes in the ground, or down from the ceiling were the most grotesque creatures she had ever seen, after Orcs. "Crap!" she cursed, loud enough for Legolas to hear. "Goblins! This sucks."
Legolas slowed down enough for Tir to catch up to him, grabbed her arm, ignoring her yelp of pain, and yanked her forward. "Come on!" he urged. "We must get to the bri-"
Tir looked around, and saw why Legolas had faltered. They were surrounded by goblins. "You know what?" Tir muttered to her self. "What?" she asked herself back, being sarcastic. "Crap. Crap. And you know what? Double crap!"
Legolas couldn't help but to smile at how stupid she sounded, slightly worried that she was losing conciseness. But she pulled her sword out of her sheath, muttering "Okay...where is the shadow...any moment now..."
The goblins stopped yelling when a blaze of fire came from down the hall. The goblins ran away, crawling back into their holes.
"You know what?" asked Tir, not to anyone in particular. They all turned to face her. "Forget crap." she said earnestly. "Try damn!" Legolas shook his head, and Aragorn was wondering if she had gone insane, if her injury was making her loose conciseness.
Tir noticed Legolas was the only one not looking at her. Apparently, so was Boromir. "What is new devilry?" he asked Gandalf. "A Balrog. A demon of the ancient world. This foe is beyond any of you...Run!"
So they did, with Tir cursing all the while.
"Whoa!" Legolas heard Boromir yell, who was in the front of the Fellowship. He saw that the human was about to fall over the edge of the steps, when he yanked him away, pushing them back up the stairs. Legolas heard Tir cursing even louder now. As he turned to face her, she looked as if she was going to be sick. "I think you have a concussion." he said to her, pulling her arm. "I know I have a God damn concussion, Legolas! Just keep running! I'm keeping up." Legolas nodded, and hopped off of the stairs and landed on the next one, in front of the company.
"You know, this is so not my day." muttered Tir, running to catch up to the Fellowship, who had paused at a breaking in the stairs. "Tir!" yelled Legolas, grabbing her hand. He pulled her through, and they both jumped over to the other part of the stairs. "Okay, now I am going to be sick." she muttered to her self, leaning carefully over the edge.
Legolas heard a strange sound, and realized it was Tir. He decided to help the others first, before tending to her and getting another yelling at.
"Gandalf!" he yelled. Gandalf jumped over, and Legolas caught him. "Merry! Pippin!" yelled Boromir. The hobbits rushed up, he grabbed them around the middle, and they jumped over to the other side, causing some of the stair to fall away.
Aragorn threw Sam over, who was caught by Boromir. He attempted to throw Gimli, but he protested. "Nobody tosses a dwarf!" He tried to jump over, landed, but he didn't gain enough balance. "Whoa..." he yelled. Legolas reached out and grabbed his beard. "Not the beard!" yelled the dwarf in pain as he was yanked forward.
"Hold on." yelled Aragorn, as more of the staircase he and Frodo were on crumbled away. Just then, a gigantic boulder falls from above, and crashes in the part of the stairs behind them. Now they were surrounded by never ending hole. They couldn't go backwards, so they decided to go forward, just as the staircase was leaning backwards. "Hang on...Lean forward!" yelled Aragorn. Their staircase crashed into the other, and they jumped.
Legolas caught Aragorn, and Boromir caught Frodo. Aragorn ran ahead after Gandalf. Legolas bent down and picked up Tir, who did protest. She was to weak. "I think I threw up everything I've eaten from Rivendell on." she said weakly as they ran along. Legolas smiled, and hoped she would be fine.
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"Put me down, Legolas!" Tir complained weakly. "You might loose your balance." Legolas looked to Gandalf, who nodded. He placed the elven girl on to her feet. She ran across the bridge, still clutching her side, but not as bad as earlier. "I guess she really is Tir," he thought as he ran across the bridge.
Tir watched Gandalf as she leaned on Legolas, too weak to stand up on her own after just having an intense "being sick" fit. "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" yelled Gandalf for the second time, slamming his staff on to the bridge. "Crap." muttered Tir, remembering what was to happen. "What?" asked Boromir gently. "Nothing." she said sheepishly, wishing she had not said anything. The bridge cracked as the Balrog attempted to cross it. The Shadow fell into the abyss, whip flailing. Gandalf turned around, and was walking to the others, when the whip grabbed him and pulled him to the edge.
Tir watched sadly as Gandalf struggled. "Gandalf!" yelled Frodo. Finally, Gandalf gave up. "Fly you fools!" he yelled, and let himself fall into the abyss.
"GANDALF!!!!: yelled Frodo, running towards the bridge. Boromir stopped him, though, seizing him around the middle and pulling him away. Legolas led them out. "Aragorn!" yelled Boromir, for Aragorn was still staring in disbelief. He turned around and ran after the others, dodging arrows.
When they got outside, Legolas put Tir down on the ground, and she just sat there. She looked around, not able to cry, watching the hobbits, Gimli and Boromir cry for Gandalf.
"Legolas, get them up." said Aragorn, heading towards Gimli. "Give them a moment, for pity's sake!" argued Boromir. "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." He looked up and noticed Frodo walking away. "Frodo? Frodo!" shouted Aragorn. Frodo turned around, silently crying, silently begging not to talk. Aragorn nodded, and moved on.
