The next morning, as the bright sun hit her face, Sayowyn's eyes
slowly opened. She felt Legolas' strong arm around her, and she turned to
face him. She stared at his face for awhile, still loving every inch of it.
Slowly he woke, his eyes meeting hers. "Good morning, my love." he said to
her.
She smiled. "I have longed for so long for this moment." she told him. They lay for a time, the sun shining through, lighting the room. "I wish I never had to leave."
But they did leave. They got dressed into their war clothes, and headed down for a quick breakfast, before setting out to hunt orcs. Sayowyn would gather as much experience as she could, before the world's evil began it's overtaking. They set out after eating, and just wandered, looking carefully for signs of orcs.
They came to a mountain side, and a large doorway. They were a long ways from Lothlorien now. "What is this place?" Sayowyn asked him.
Legolas stared at the doorway for a moment and then replied. "Moria. Home of the Dwarves." He said, looking back at her. Without a word, he just smiled and entered the mines.
Sayowyn followed him without question. They entered a huge area of rock walls. Bridges, ledges and stone was what Moria consisted of. The room was lit by a hidden source, of fire. They began over the narrow bridge, noting that to fall of, would send them into an abyss.
They crossed the bridge and were on the other side. It was quiet, too quiet. Still they wandered Rhaza Dum and came out the other side, into darkness. It was the great city of the Dwarves, endless pillars reaching high up into the ceiling.
"Where are the dwarves?" Sayowyn asked.
Legolas did not know. All too soon, an arrow came flying and narrowly missed Sayowyn. She and Legolas whipped out arrows, looking to where the shot had come from. "Goblins!" Legolas cried.
Sayowyn shot aimlessly into the dark. They heard a cry and then a body drop to the ground, dead. Then 60 goblins emerged from the shadows, surrounding them. "We can take them." Sayowyn said as she shot arrow after arrow. Legolas did the same. 30 lay dead on the floor, the others fast approaching.
Swords were brought out, and for 10 minutes Sayowyn and Legolas fought for their very lives, enjoying every minute of it. The last orc fell dead on the ground. The elves ran, now lost in the darkness.
They came to an opening, a huge doorway, at least 100 meters tall. The two elves stepped in, cautiously. "We should leave." Legolas said.
"How?" Sayowyn questioned. Her question was answered by a deep growl, that shook the walls. Rock chips fell down, landing by her feet. Sayowyn's eyes widened when she saw what approached. "Balrog!" she cried.
"Run!" Legolas yelled, as they turned to run. Sayowyn was surprised her feet could carry her as fast as they did. They ran blindly into the darkness, and could feel the heat of the firey Balrog on their heels. They finally came to Rhaza Dum. They leapt off the side and fell onto the stairs. They stood for a moment.
"Is he gone?" Sayowyn asked.
"I do not know. Keep going!" Legolas suggested. And they ran some more, to the final bridge that would lead them out. Before reaching the bridge, the Balrog jumped and blocked their path. It cracked it's whip of fire at them. Legolas took Sayowyn by the hand and ran between the monsters legs.
The Balrog turned around quickly and sent it's whip at the elves. The end of it caught Sayowyn's leg and wrapped around it. She tripped and fell. Legolas stopped suddenly and whipped out his two elven daggers, chopping the whip just inches from her leg.
Sayowyn leapt up and ran, the end of the firey whip slowly falling off. Over the bridge they ran, and out the doorway. It became clear that the Balrog could not get out of the mines, so they collasped into a pile outside on the hillside.
They got up after a minute of rest and began to make their way back home. They would never forget the terror of Moria and the Balrog. Upon arrival in Lothlorien, they went to bed and rested for a few days.
She smiled. "I have longed for so long for this moment." she told him. They lay for a time, the sun shining through, lighting the room. "I wish I never had to leave."
But they did leave. They got dressed into their war clothes, and headed down for a quick breakfast, before setting out to hunt orcs. Sayowyn would gather as much experience as she could, before the world's evil began it's overtaking. They set out after eating, and just wandered, looking carefully for signs of orcs.
They came to a mountain side, and a large doorway. They were a long ways from Lothlorien now. "What is this place?" Sayowyn asked him.
Legolas stared at the doorway for a moment and then replied. "Moria. Home of the Dwarves." He said, looking back at her. Without a word, he just smiled and entered the mines.
Sayowyn followed him without question. They entered a huge area of rock walls. Bridges, ledges and stone was what Moria consisted of. The room was lit by a hidden source, of fire. They began over the narrow bridge, noting that to fall of, would send them into an abyss.
They crossed the bridge and were on the other side. It was quiet, too quiet. Still they wandered Rhaza Dum and came out the other side, into darkness. It was the great city of the Dwarves, endless pillars reaching high up into the ceiling.
"Where are the dwarves?" Sayowyn asked.
Legolas did not know. All too soon, an arrow came flying and narrowly missed Sayowyn. She and Legolas whipped out arrows, looking to where the shot had come from. "Goblins!" Legolas cried.
Sayowyn shot aimlessly into the dark. They heard a cry and then a body drop to the ground, dead. Then 60 goblins emerged from the shadows, surrounding them. "We can take them." Sayowyn said as she shot arrow after arrow. Legolas did the same. 30 lay dead on the floor, the others fast approaching.
Swords were brought out, and for 10 minutes Sayowyn and Legolas fought for their very lives, enjoying every minute of it. The last orc fell dead on the ground. The elves ran, now lost in the darkness.
They came to an opening, a huge doorway, at least 100 meters tall. The two elves stepped in, cautiously. "We should leave." Legolas said.
"How?" Sayowyn questioned. Her question was answered by a deep growl, that shook the walls. Rock chips fell down, landing by her feet. Sayowyn's eyes widened when she saw what approached. "Balrog!" she cried.
"Run!" Legolas yelled, as they turned to run. Sayowyn was surprised her feet could carry her as fast as they did. They ran blindly into the darkness, and could feel the heat of the firey Balrog on their heels. They finally came to Rhaza Dum. They leapt off the side and fell onto the stairs. They stood for a moment.
"Is he gone?" Sayowyn asked.
"I do not know. Keep going!" Legolas suggested. And they ran some more, to the final bridge that would lead them out. Before reaching the bridge, the Balrog jumped and blocked their path. It cracked it's whip of fire at them. Legolas took Sayowyn by the hand and ran between the monsters legs.
The Balrog turned around quickly and sent it's whip at the elves. The end of it caught Sayowyn's leg and wrapped around it. She tripped and fell. Legolas stopped suddenly and whipped out his two elven daggers, chopping the whip just inches from her leg.
Sayowyn leapt up and ran, the end of the firey whip slowly falling off. Over the bridge they ran, and out the doorway. It became clear that the Balrog could not get out of the mines, so they collasped into a pile outside on the hillside.
They got up after a minute of rest and began to make their way back home. They would never forget the terror of Moria and the Balrog. Upon arrival in Lothlorien, they went to bed and rested for a few days.