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Chapter Four~
"Boromir told us to get out, which he needn't have done because that's where us Hobbits were heading anyway," I grinned with humour in my voice. "But then, Frodo was dragged away by something. Something strong, and definitely not human. He was pulled out of the cave and was in the tentacle of a hideous monster. It was of a dark blue shade, with countless tentacles. There were too many for us to count."
I could see Frodo grabbing tighter onto Rosie's dress as I described the monster to them.
"I cut off a tentacle, refusing to let Frodo be taken by this thing. But then he knocked me over, and became angrier than ever. It was obvious us Hobbits couldn't beat this thing alone, we needed help. So Boromir, Aragorn and Legolas came to help, chopping and shooting as best they could. Eventually, the monster backed away, after enough damage had been done to it for it to become so weak it couldn't hold a fight anymore. It released Frodo and we all ran back into the tomb. The monster followed us, but he couldn't get in because it had slammed the gate shut and rocks dropped. It was dusty and we couldn't see a thing. The only sounds heard were our hard breathing as we trembled with fright. Luckily, Gandalf fixed a beam of light onto his staff, and we had some light. If he didn't, then we probably wouldn't have gotten very far!"
Elanor was pouting her lips slightly, which I noticed had become a bit of a habit when she was concentrating.
"The four day journey through the Mines Of Moria was a long one. Barely any words were spoken; we were too scared in case there were others in the mines that could hear us. Gandalf led us through, sometimes forgetting his way, but we did get by ok. Eventually, on the fourth day, we reached a huge hall. It was beautiful, with tall pillars and arched ceilings. It was the great realm and Dwarf city of Dwarrowdelf. I had never seen anything like it. But then, Gimli seen a way a sunlight shining through the Chamber of Mazarbul. It turned out Gimli's cousin was dead, and right in front of us was his tomb. We didn't really know what to say, I was so exhausted by then. Like how you two are when you've had a long day playing out in the sun and want to get tucked up in bed, that is how I, and the rest of the Fellowship, felt by then."
Elanor smiled understandably and I flipped the page.
"Gandalf read from a book that was lying on a skeletons lap. It was covered in dust; so much he couldn't even make out the writing without blowing the dust away. Suddenly, drums were heard. It was quite faint in the distance, but it sounded loud in a tomb as quiet as this. I looked at Mr. Frodo's sword, Sting, and seen it glow blue, which meant that Orcs were near. The drums were heard getting closer, and now we could hear more sounds. Boromir ran to lock the door and Aragorn told us to stay by Gandalf. I had been telling myself since this quest started I would be brave, but it was so hard to be. I was almost frozen on the spot with fear, as Aragorn and Legolas helped lock the door. I, and the rest of the Hobbits, drew our swords, but I was still in doubt of whether I was actually going to be brave enough to use it. Legolas stood on the spot with his bow and arrow ready, Aragorn and Boromir with their swords, Gandalf with his staff and Gimli with his axe. We all waited in silent fear for the enemy to break in. I knew they would, the door wasn't locked up very well."
"Then, the Orcs broke in. Their skin was black, their faces scrunched up, everything about them was stomach churning. I could have thrown up just looking at them. But there was worse to come. A cave troll smashed through the door, startling us all. He was of a green colour, with what looked like an axe. He was huge; his head alone was bigger than me! The troll was going to hit me, and I looked up just in time to see. I meant to fight back, but he was too big and I was just too scared. I threw myself under his legs and ran away before he had a chance to hurt me."
"The battle carried on, with Aragorn, Boromir, Legolas, Gandalf and Gimli doing most of the fighting. I seen an Orc coming towards me, and I hit it with a frying pan, of all things!" I giggled. "I had a sword right there waiting to be used, and I used a frying pan. Either way, it did the trick, and it knocked the Orc to the ground. Frodo probably put up the best fight out of the Hobbits, as Merry and Pippin threw rocks and I tried to hide."
"Legolas shot the troll in the neck, and finally it died. Frodo was lying lifelessly on the ground, and I looked on feeling helpless. We all walked over, not really knowing what to do. Aragorn turned him over, and Frodo gasped for breath. I was so surprised I fell straight to the ground to look at him. He was alive!"
Frodo and Elanor smiled at me and I took another drink of water.
"The spear that Frodo had been stabbed with should have killed him, but then Frodo revealed a Mithril shirt that stunned all of us. Mithril is a special material, it is strong but very light, Frodo probably forgot he had it on most of the time because it was so light. Before we had a chance to do anything else, more Orcs were heard in the distance. We ran, heading to the Bridge Of Khazad-Dûm. A large army of Orcs were following us, crawling from the walls and running from every direction possible. Eventually we were surrounded; we had no chance against them. There must have been hundreds of them, just waiting for their chance to kill us. Even though we had very slim chances of defeating them, we drew our weapons anyway. But then something happened that scared the Orcs. A thunderous growl was heard, coming from an angry light at the end of the hall. Panicking, the Orcs fled, and we stared at the light. A Balrog was the demon's name, and according to Gandalf, beyond any of us. We couldn't even try to fight this one, so we ran. We ran down steep broken staircases as fast as we could, but we had to be careful because they were quite thin for nine Men, and the falls looked never ending. It wouldn't have been very nice to fall down there!"
"There was quite a big gap in between the stairs, but one by one we jumped over it. Few Orcs were shooting at us, but Legolas shot back, making them fall deep into the pit. Once we were all over the gap, we ran across a very thin bridge. It was hard to run and keep your balance, but I was so scared I kept on running without stalling. Suddenly, the Balrog appeared. It was fiery red, and looked so evil I could barely bring myself to look at it. It had a flaming whip and sword, and used them to try and attack Gandalf, who was bravely trying to fight against it."
"I thought the Balrog was dead when he fell back into the chasm, and so did Gandalf, as he started walking slowly back to us. Then at last minute, the flaming whip grabbed Gandalf's ankle, making him trip with only the edge of the bridge to hold on to. He didn't hold on for long, and soon fell into the chasm with the Balrog. Frodo was devastated, Boromir had to restrain him from going after him."
"We eventually ran out of the East Gate of Moria, exhausted and fed up. We were all fed up, Merry, Pippin, Frodo and myself were crying. I had never seen anyone die before; it was a huge shock for all of us Hobbits. Everything was so different from how our life had been in the Shire. Aragorn said we should get moving, and we'd only been sitting down for one minute, if that. My legs were hurting from all the running and fighting, and we'd barely slept for days. Some nights I don't think Frodo did at all, I knew how much he hated being away from home. Aragorn pulled me up, and we continued our journey,"
"After travelling through Dimrill Dale, we entered the Woods of Lothlorien. Frodo seemed to be acting a little strange, but maybe Gandalf's death was getting to him a bit. As if this hadn't been done to us enough in the last day, arrows were pointed at us. Elves surrounded us, with long blonde hair and blue eyes, just like Legolas. They took us to Caras Galadhon, and we walked up a winding staircase that was embedded in the trees."
"When the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien came out to meet us, I was in awe, and I could sense the others were too. Galadriel, the Lady of Lothlorien, was the most beautiful Elf I had ever seen. She had long wavy blonde hair and blue eyes, and she seemed to have a little glow to her too. She seemed wise and powerful; I knew that just by looking at her. She told us to rest, and that was what we did."
I glanced at Rosie, who didn't seem to mind the fact that I was showering Galadriel with compliments.
"The next morning, I rode in a boat with Frodo and Aragorn, as we sailed away from Lothlorien. Galadriel stood and watched us go, but her gaze seemed fixed on Frodo. We travelled for some time, in silence again really. We reached the beach of Parth Galen, and we started to make a camp. Aragorn said that we should cross the lake at nightfall, hide the boats then continue on foot, which I wasn't very pleased about because we had done so much walking. But we didn't have much choice. He then announced that we would approach Mordor from the North. I don't think he said much after that, that's all I heard as I was dozing off because I was so tired. Merry returned with wood for the fire, then asked where Frodo was. I awoke straight away, and Frodo was nowhere to be found. Aragorn went to find him, and Boromir was gone too. There were not many of us left back at the camp. They had been gone for a while, so I went to search for Frodo. I didn't find him, but I stopped as I heard the clash of swords."
"I heard a fight for a long time, while searching for Frodo, so I knew the enemy had found us again. I was desperate to find Frodo now; I was running through the woods screaming his name. I had searched everywhere possible so I was heading back to the spot where we had left the boats. I didn't go too far to look for him as I didn't want to get lost, I would have put myself in even bigger danger if I did that."
"And it was at the camp I found him, rowing away on a boat. What did he think he was doing? There was no way he could do this alone. Gandalf had told me to look after him, not to let him out of my sight, and now that Gandalf was dead I felt more the need to do so."
"I can't swim, but I stepped into the water anyway. Frodo was still floating away from me, so I had no choice but to attempt swimming after him. It was a couple of seconds before I started sinking, but Frodo pulled me up. When I was on the boat with him I couldn't hold the tears back. It was such an emotional journey and it had just barely started."
Chapter Four~
"Boromir told us to get out, which he needn't have done because that's where us Hobbits were heading anyway," I grinned with humour in my voice. "But then, Frodo was dragged away by something. Something strong, and definitely not human. He was pulled out of the cave and was in the tentacle of a hideous monster. It was of a dark blue shade, with countless tentacles. There were too many for us to count."
I could see Frodo grabbing tighter onto Rosie's dress as I described the monster to them.
"I cut off a tentacle, refusing to let Frodo be taken by this thing. But then he knocked me over, and became angrier than ever. It was obvious us Hobbits couldn't beat this thing alone, we needed help. So Boromir, Aragorn and Legolas came to help, chopping and shooting as best they could. Eventually, the monster backed away, after enough damage had been done to it for it to become so weak it couldn't hold a fight anymore. It released Frodo and we all ran back into the tomb. The monster followed us, but he couldn't get in because it had slammed the gate shut and rocks dropped. It was dusty and we couldn't see a thing. The only sounds heard were our hard breathing as we trembled with fright. Luckily, Gandalf fixed a beam of light onto his staff, and we had some light. If he didn't, then we probably wouldn't have gotten very far!"
Elanor was pouting her lips slightly, which I noticed had become a bit of a habit when she was concentrating.
"The four day journey through the Mines Of Moria was a long one. Barely any words were spoken; we were too scared in case there were others in the mines that could hear us. Gandalf led us through, sometimes forgetting his way, but we did get by ok. Eventually, on the fourth day, we reached a huge hall. It was beautiful, with tall pillars and arched ceilings. It was the great realm and Dwarf city of Dwarrowdelf. I had never seen anything like it. But then, Gimli seen a way a sunlight shining through the Chamber of Mazarbul. It turned out Gimli's cousin was dead, and right in front of us was his tomb. We didn't really know what to say, I was so exhausted by then. Like how you two are when you've had a long day playing out in the sun and want to get tucked up in bed, that is how I, and the rest of the Fellowship, felt by then."
Elanor smiled understandably and I flipped the page.
"Gandalf read from a book that was lying on a skeletons lap. It was covered in dust; so much he couldn't even make out the writing without blowing the dust away. Suddenly, drums were heard. It was quite faint in the distance, but it sounded loud in a tomb as quiet as this. I looked at Mr. Frodo's sword, Sting, and seen it glow blue, which meant that Orcs were near. The drums were heard getting closer, and now we could hear more sounds. Boromir ran to lock the door and Aragorn told us to stay by Gandalf. I had been telling myself since this quest started I would be brave, but it was so hard to be. I was almost frozen on the spot with fear, as Aragorn and Legolas helped lock the door. I, and the rest of the Hobbits, drew our swords, but I was still in doubt of whether I was actually going to be brave enough to use it. Legolas stood on the spot with his bow and arrow ready, Aragorn and Boromir with their swords, Gandalf with his staff and Gimli with his axe. We all waited in silent fear for the enemy to break in. I knew they would, the door wasn't locked up very well."
"Then, the Orcs broke in. Their skin was black, their faces scrunched up, everything about them was stomach churning. I could have thrown up just looking at them. But there was worse to come. A cave troll smashed through the door, startling us all. He was of a green colour, with what looked like an axe. He was huge; his head alone was bigger than me! The troll was going to hit me, and I looked up just in time to see. I meant to fight back, but he was too big and I was just too scared. I threw myself under his legs and ran away before he had a chance to hurt me."
"The battle carried on, with Aragorn, Boromir, Legolas, Gandalf and Gimli doing most of the fighting. I seen an Orc coming towards me, and I hit it with a frying pan, of all things!" I giggled. "I had a sword right there waiting to be used, and I used a frying pan. Either way, it did the trick, and it knocked the Orc to the ground. Frodo probably put up the best fight out of the Hobbits, as Merry and Pippin threw rocks and I tried to hide."
"Legolas shot the troll in the neck, and finally it died. Frodo was lying lifelessly on the ground, and I looked on feeling helpless. We all walked over, not really knowing what to do. Aragorn turned him over, and Frodo gasped for breath. I was so surprised I fell straight to the ground to look at him. He was alive!"
Frodo and Elanor smiled at me and I took another drink of water.
"The spear that Frodo had been stabbed with should have killed him, but then Frodo revealed a Mithril shirt that stunned all of us. Mithril is a special material, it is strong but very light, Frodo probably forgot he had it on most of the time because it was so light. Before we had a chance to do anything else, more Orcs were heard in the distance. We ran, heading to the Bridge Of Khazad-Dûm. A large army of Orcs were following us, crawling from the walls and running from every direction possible. Eventually we were surrounded; we had no chance against them. There must have been hundreds of them, just waiting for their chance to kill us. Even though we had very slim chances of defeating them, we drew our weapons anyway. But then something happened that scared the Orcs. A thunderous growl was heard, coming from an angry light at the end of the hall. Panicking, the Orcs fled, and we stared at the light. A Balrog was the demon's name, and according to Gandalf, beyond any of us. We couldn't even try to fight this one, so we ran. We ran down steep broken staircases as fast as we could, but we had to be careful because they were quite thin for nine Men, and the falls looked never ending. It wouldn't have been very nice to fall down there!"
"There was quite a big gap in between the stairs, but one by one we jumped over it. Few Orcs were shooting at us, but Legolas shot back, making them fall deep into the pit. Once we were all over the gap, we ran across a very thin bridge. It was hard to run and keep your balance, but I was so scared I kept on running without stalling. Suddenly, the Balrog appeared. It was fiery red, and looked so evil I could barely bring myself to look at it. It had a flaming whip and sword, and used them to try and attack Gandalf, who was bravely trying to fight against it."
"I thought the Balrog was dead when he fell back into the chasm, and so did Gandalf, as he started walking slowly back to us. Then at last minute, the flaming whip grabbed Gandalf's ankle, making him trip with only the edge of the bridge to hold on to. He didn't hold on for long, and soon fell into the chasm with the Balrog. Frodo was devastated, Boromir had to restrain him from going after him."
"We eventually ran out of the East Gate of Moria, exhausted and fed up. We were all fed up, Merry, Pippin, Frodo and myself were crying. I had never seen anyone die before; it was a huge shock for all of us Hobbits. Everything was so different from how our life had been in the Shire. Aragorn said we should get moving, and we'd only been sitting down for one minute, if that. My legs were hurting from all the running and fighting, and we'd barely slept for days. Some nights I don't think Frodo did at all, I knew how much he hated being away from home. Aragorn pulled me up, and we continued our journey,"
"After travelling through Dimrill Dale, we entered the Woods of Lothlorien. Frodo seemed to be acting a little strange, but maybe Gandalf's death was getting to him a bit. As if this hadn't been done to us enough in the last day, arrows were pointed at us. Elves surrounded us, with long blonde hair and blue eyes, just like Legolas. They took us to Caras Galadhon, and we walked up a winding staircase that was embedded in the trees."
"When the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien came out to meet us, I was in awe, and I could sense the others were too. Galadriel, the Lady of Lothlorien, was the most beautiful Elf I had ever seen. She had long wavy blonde hair and blue eyes, and she seemed to have a little glow to her too. She seemed wise and powerful; I knew that just by looking at her. She told us to rest, and that was what we did."
I glanced at Rosie, who didn't seem to mind the fact that I was showering Galadriel with compliments.
"The next morning, I rode in a boat with Frodo and Aragorn, as we sailed away from Lothlorien. Galadriel stood and watched us go, but her gaze seemed fixed on Frodo. We travelled for some time, in silence again really. We reached the beach of Parth Galen, and we started to make a camp. Aragorn said that we should cross the lake at nightfall, hide the boats then continue on foot, which I wasn't very pleased about because we had done so much walking. But we didn't have much choice. He then announced that we would approach Mordor from the North. I don't think he said much after that, that's all I heard as I was dozing off because I was so tired. Merry returned with wood for the fire, then asked where Frodo was. I awoke straight away, and Frodo was nowhere to be found. Aragorn went to find him, and Boromir was gone too. There were not many of us left back at the camp. They had been gone for a while, so I went to search for Frodo. I didn't find him, but I stopped as I heard the clash of swords."
"I heard a fight for a long time, while searching for Frodo, so I knew the enemy had found us again. I was desperate to find Frodo now; I was running through the woods screaming his name. I had searched everywhere possible so I was heading back to the spot where we had left the boats. I didn't go too far to look for him as I didn't want to get lost, I would have put myself in even bigger danger if I did that."
"And it was at the camp I found him, rowing away on a boat. What did he think he was doing? There was no way he could do this alone. Gandalf had told me to look after him, not to let him out of my sight, and now that Gandalf was dead I felt more the need to do so."
"I can't swim, but I stepped into the water anyway. Frodo was still floating away from me, so I had no choice but to attempt swimming after him. It was a couple of seconds before I started sinking, but Frodo pulled me up. When I was on the boat with him I couldn't hold the tears back. It was such an emotional journey and it had just barely started."