A/N: I give up! No more promising when the next chapter will come! 2 reviews? Is that all?! *sigh*
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Valkyrie could barely stand, much less walk. They had been walking for almost 3 days now and Boromir was practically having to hold her up, with Gandalf wispering speels every so often to give her a little more strength.
"I'm... outa'...shape. Not... used... to... so... much... walking!" She said in between heavy breaths. They were climbing up the same steep staircase they had been climbing for the past hour, and she wasn't the only one that was getting tired.
Pippin slipped up ahead of her, only to be caught and chastised by Merry, who shoved him forward. She could see Gandalf climbing over the top ahead and heaved a sigh of relief.
The rest of the Fellowship began to reach level ground and they collapsed onto the ground one by one. (save for Legolas because elves don't get tired that quick)
Suddenly, Valkyrie noticed the old wizard seemed troubled. He glanced about for a moment, and then spoke quietly. "I have no memory of this place."
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What seemed like ages later, they were all still sitting there. (standing in the elf's case) Frodo sat somewhat appart from the others, closer to Gandalf who sat thinking quietly.
Sam leaned against a rock, trying to get some sleep while the other hobbits complained about food. Legolas stared thoughtfully into the blackness below them, every now and then taking a puff on his pipe.
Aragorn and Boromir sat on two rocks at his feet, smoking their own pipes, and neither of them speaking.
Valkyrie sat on the edge of the stone steps, once again contemplating. This place felt so... familiar. All of Middle-Earth did. It was an odd, yet comforting feeling. The comforting smell of pipe smoke reached her, and she sighed.
Suddenly, a memory came to her.
She was very young. She was sitting high in a tree. But it was an odd tree... somehow... glistening. She was hiding from her brother; they were playing a game of some sort. Something startled her, and she fell out of the tree with a crash. She screamed, and braced herself, squeezing her eyes shut tightly. But instead of hitting the ground, she landed in a pair of strong arms. She opened her eyes to find herself looking at a tall, fair haired elf with dark brows.
"OK there, my little lirimaer?"
Valkyrie shook her head, bringing herself out of her daydream. Who was that elf? He had called her his 'lovely one'. Why? All these thought swirled around in her head. More questions. Valkyrie wanted to scream.
She suddenly noticed Pippin, the smallest of the hobbits, sitting down beside her.
"Um... Valkyrie. Do you think we're ever going to make it to Moria? I mean, do you think there's a chance we might be caught?" He said softly. She put a comforting arm around the halfling. "I don't know Pip. I don't know."
Suddenly Gandalf looked up from his conversation he had been having with Frodo.
"Ah! It's that way!" He said with a smile.
"He's remembered!" Exclaimed Merry, springing to his feet.
"No. But the air doesn't smeel so foul down here. If in doubt Merriadoc, always follow your nose." Said the wizard with a chuckle as they set off down another flight of steps.
Boromir extened a hand to help her up. "Still thinking? You look tired, why not try dreaming." Valkyrie just gave a short, bitter laugh. "Because all my dream are nightmares."
The group found its way into a large, cavernous room, and Gandalf raised his staff higher.
"Let me risk a little more light."
The Fellowship found that they were standing in the middle of a magnificent city, with great, carved stone collums that were miles high.
"Behold the great realm and dwarf-city of Dwarrowdelf." Said Gandalf as the others looked on in awe.
The tiny hobbits' eyes grew as big as dinner plates and Samwise wispered to no one in particular. "Well there's an eyeopener and no mistake." Legolas studdied everything solomnly, as did Aragorn, but Valkyrie couldn't help but notice the glances they kept giving her every few moments, as though they expected something from her. But a broad smile played across her features, like a child at Christmas.
Boromir's gloved hand brushed hers, and she smiled as he spoke.
"Tis' a wonderous site." He said as the walked through the city.
"Yes. A testament to the craftsmanship of the Dwarves."
But the smile vanished from their faces the second they reached the throne room. it had been attacked. The doors were thrown inward, and skeletons and rubble lay all around a large, polished stone casket.
Gimli ran ahead of the group, sinking in tears before the casket. Gandalf gravely read the inscription.
"Here lies Balin, son of Fundin, Lord of Moria. He is dead then." At this, Gimli layed his head against the cold stone with a slight thud. "It is as I feared." Amidst the sounds of Gimli's sobs and muttered dwarvish prayers, Gandalf handed Pippin his staff and hat, and picked up a scribes book from one of the skeletons.
Legolas turned to Aragorn. "We must move on. We cannot linger." Aragorn merely nodded and turned his gaze to Valkyrie who stood close to Boromir, clutching the handle of sword so hard, her knucles were beginning to turn white.
"I don't trust her. It's as if she can sense the danger."
"Or more likely draw it to us." Muttered the elf.
Gandlaf began to read the last account in the book. "They have taken the bridge. And the second hall. We have barred the gates, but cannot hold them for long. The ground shakes. Drums, drums in the deep."
Pippin began to look around fearfully, moving backwards. Valkyrie felt something like a fire wellling up behind her eyes and she trembled slightly, gripping her sword tighter. Something was going to happen. She kept her eyes on the young Took.
"We cannot get out. A shadow moves in the dark." They all began to look around now. Boromir noticed Valkyrie and gave her a concerned look, wrapping an arm around her, but she continued to shudder and her headache grew worse.
"We cannot get out. They are comming." Mouth open in a silent scream of pain, Valkyrie pitched forward, eyes squeezed shut and Boromir caught her quickly, but in the same second all attention was drawn to Pippin as his curiosity clumsily knocked a skeleton down the well.
It made enough noise to wake the dead. And the whole Fellowship held their collective breaths till the noise stopped. Gandalf began bereating the hobbit, but Legolas wispered quickly to Aragorn, while motioning to Valkyrie.
"Something's happened."
Valkyrie steadied herself on her feet, gripping Boromir's arm for balance, and under her breath, she wispered two words that sent a chill down all their spines.
"They're coming."
Thud. Thud. Thud, thud, thud, thud. Faster and louder the drumming grew. Suddenly, they noticed Frodo's sword was glowing a bright blue. Legolas' eyes narrowed at Valkyrie as loud cries echoed through the mines. "Orcs!"
Boromir ran to close the wooden doors, and was narrowly missed by two arrows. Aragorn told the halflings to stay back, and ran to help Boromir.
"They have a cave troll." He said, a dark expression on his face. Legolas began tossing the two men old weapons to brace the door with, then they moved back.
Boromir pulled out his sword and sheild, Aragorn and Legolas drew their bows, Gandalf and the hobbits unsheathed their own swords, and Gimli hopped up on top of the tomb, holding his axe high.
"Let them come! There's one dwarf yet in Moria who still draws breath!" He challenged. But Valkyrie stood, unarmed, breathing heavily, the pain having moved from her head to her hands which were now at her sides, a slight greenish flouresence surrounding them.
"I remember... the spells." She wispered, and her eyes flared. She remembered learning to fight as a child, and although she could not recall how or where, she raised her hands closed her eyes and said a silent prayer to the gods that her knowledge would protect herself and her freinds.
The orcs began to hack through the door. Legolas fired an arriow through a crack in the wood, killing an orc, as did Aragorn. The door then made a horrible cracking noise and crashed inward as a swarm of orcs filtered in.
The first wave came through the door, and Valkyrie held up her hands. ((A/N: I'll translate spells for you.)) She took a fighting stance, and called out in a loud voice.
"Koron en' naur!" ((spell for Fireballs)) A large wave of blazing white fire shot from her fingertips, incinerating the first dozen or so orcs. The rest of the Fellowship gave her slightly incredulous looks, but she didn't notice anymore. She was pouring all her consentration into her magic, and Boromir let out a fierce battle cry and began to play slice-and-dice with the orcs. The rest of the group followed suite, and in a matter of seconds, orc bodies and smears of black blood covered the stone floor.
"Tincya en' russe tuulo' moriloomir!" ((chain lightning spell)) Bolts of white hot energy began to shoot repeatedly from Valkyrie's fingertips as the ground around her was piled high with orc bodies.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash as the cave troll busted it's way into the tomb and all eyes fixated on the massive creature. Legolas shot and arrow at it, but it only served to agitate the foul beast, sending it on a murderous rampage.
The troll began to scream and attack with her club, destroying everything, including its orc masters, in its path. Valkyrie stood as far away from it as possible, holding off orcs with her spells, and trying not to be caught in the troll's path. Legolas leapt onto a stone walkway that lead around the top of the room and fired two arrows at the troll, which knocked it backwards, but was another vain effort.
The hack and slash massacre carried on as they all began to fight with unparalleled ferocity. By now the troll had pulled itself free of the chains that had held it cpative, and was using the long iron chain as a weapon.
Legolas saw his chance. He tricked it into throwing the chain at a nearby stone pillar, then stopped it fast with his foot.
Climbing swiftly over the chain so he was on top of the troll, he aimed another arrow at the treolls head, but the arrow broke on contact, and he was forced to jump swiftly from the moster's back, lest it kill him.
Now it had set its sights on the three hobbits that has also climbed onto the ledge. They gave a loud scream as the club came swinging down at their head and darted away from it. The only problem with this was that Merry and Pippin had run to the opposite side from Frodo and the Ringbearer was now backed into a corner.
Aragorn called out to him and tried to fight his way to the halfling. Three orcs came at him and Valkyrie blasted them away with a quick burst of flame. He didn't even acknowledge her help as he continued on towards Frodo.
The hobbit was circling the pillar, trying to hide from the troll. He thought he had fooled it, and relaxed for but a moment before the troll's head came around the pillar to stare at him and give a loud roar of ear splitting ferocity. Boromir and Valkyrie had made their way up to the ledge on the oposite side of the room and saw clearly what was going on, but Valkyrie knew no spell that would stop a troll, and Boromir, unlike Legolas and Aragorn, had no bow and arrow. They continued to fight off orcs, watching the scene unfold in horror.
The creature tried to drag Frodo off the ledge, and the hobbit attempted to cling to the pillar, screaming for Aragorn, who charged forward once more. Frodo struck out at the troll with Sting and the beast dropped him roughly onto the ground below. But just as the troll was about to strike, Aragorn rushed in front of the frightened hobbit, driving a spear he had found amongst the rubble into the chest of the howling mostrosity.
Merry and Pippin began to pelt it with pieces of stone and rubble and the troll went ballistic. It lashed out, throwing the ranger aside like a rag doll, and grabbing holt of the spear. Frodo rushed to Aragorn's side, but Strider was unconciouss and the hobbit was once again backed into a corner. The troll bgean to stab at him, knocking him backwards into a wall, and in the one awfull moment, drove the spear forcefully into the side of the defenseless hobbit.
Gandalf was the first to notice, as did Merry and Pippin. They gave a loud cry and launched themselves onto the troll. Ganalf began to fight more forcefully in an effort to get to the injured halfling. Sam rushed around a corner to find his master slumping to the ground in agony and gave a loud cry of unwithheld anger and fear that struck the hearts of all. "FRODO!"
The rest of the Fellowship jumped into the fray of battle and fought with unbridled ferocity as they all struggled to make their way to their fallen comrade. Merry was plucked from the troll's back and swung thorugh the air till the troll dropped him onto a pile of rocks, where he lay moaning and gasping in agony as jolts of pain shot up his back.
Legolas took aim one final time as the last of the orcs fell from a fire blast of Valkyrie's and Pippin did a very brave thing. He raised up his small sword and plunged it into the back on the troll's neck. As the moster reared up in pain, the elf shot an arrow throughb the roof of its mouth and out of the top of its head. It moaned and black blood oozed from its mouth as the giant creature fell to the floor with a great crash that echoed through the caverns.
Pippin was thrown from the troll as it fell, but he picked himself up quickly and helped up the injured Merry as they all rushed to Frodo's side. Aragorn was the first there, and he turned over the hobbit, expecting to find a gaping hole and and red gushing forth, as Sam walked towards them with tears in his eyes. But there was no blood. There was no wound. Only a hole in the hobbit's flimsy cloth shirt.
Samwise ran forward and knelt beside his master, happiness shining in his eyes. "He's alive!" He said as a half-sob made its way into his voice.
Frodo clutched at his chest, immensley out of breath. "I'm alive. I'm not hurt." He said through rapid pantings.
"You should be dead! That spear would have skewered a wild boar!" Aragorn gaped increduluosly. Valkyrie smirked and a smile appeared ever so small on her dirty, pale features. Boromir placed an arm around her in something between a hug and a friendly gesture as they breatheed a sigh of relief that no one was hurt.
"I think their's more to this hobbit than meets the eyes." Said Gandlaf all-knowingly, and Frodo pulled back his short to reveal a Mithril vest that Valkyrie suspected had been Bilbo's once. The other hobbits struggled to get a look as Sam raised a hand to caress the beautifull armor.
"Mithril! You're full of surprises Master Baggins!" came Gimli's voice proudly from beside Aragorn. Then a look came over Legolas' face. "He's not the only one. What of you, girl? What was all that fire and lighteneing about?!"
But before she could respond, they all heard the distinct screech of more orcs, coming closer. They all turned and saw shadows moving outside the tomb.
"To the bridge of Kazad-dum!" Said Gandlaf. Valkyrie and Boromir exchanged a glance before following the others.
"Here we go again!"
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Valkyrie could barely stand, much less walk. They had been walking for almost 3 days now and Boromir was practically having to hold her up, with Gandalf wispering speels every so often to give her a little more strength.
"I'm... outa'...shape. Not... used... to... so... much... walking!" She said in between heavy breaths. They were climbing up the same steep staircase they had been climbing for the past hour, and she wasn't the only one that was getting tired.
Pippin slipped up ahead of her, only to be caught and chastised by Merry, who shoved him forward. She could see Gandalf climbing over the top ahead and heaved a sigh of relief.
The rest of the Fellowship began to reach level ground and they collapsed onto the ground one by one. (save for Legolas because elves don't get tired that quick)
Suddenly, Valkyrie noticed the old wizard seemed troubled. He glanced about for a moment, and then spoke quietly. "I have no memory of this place."
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What seemed like ages later, they were all still sitting there. (standing in the elf's case) Frodo sat somewhat appart from the others, closer to Gandalf who sat thinking quietly.
Sam leaned against a rock, trying to get some sleep while the other hobbits complained about food. Legolas stared thoughtfully into the blackness below them, every now and then taking a puff on his pipe.
Aragorn and Boromir sat on two rocks at his feet, smoking their own pipes, and neither of them speaking.
Valkyrie sat on the edge of the stone steps, once again contemplating. This place felt so... familiar. All of Middle-Earth did. It was an odd, yet comforting feeling. The comforting smell of pipe smoke reached her, and she sighed.
Suddenly, a memory came to her.
She was very young. She was sitting high in a tree. But it was an odd tree... somehow... glistening. She was hiding from her brother; they were playing a game of some sort. Something startled her, and she fell out of the tree with a crash. She screamed, and braced herself, squeezing her eyes shut tightly. But instead of hitting the ground, she landed in a pair of strong arms. She opened her eyes to find herself looking at a tall, fair haired elf with dark brows.
"OK there, my little lirimaer?"
Valkyrie shook her head, bringing herself out of her daydream. Who was that elf? He had called her his 'lovely one'. Why? All these thought swirled around in her head. More questions. Valkyrie wanted to scream.
She suddenly noticed Pippin, the smallest of the hobbits, sitting down beside her.
"Um... Valkyrie. Do you think we're ever going to make it to Moria? I mean, do you think there's a chance we might be caught?" He said softly. She put a comforting arm around the halfling. "I don't know Pip. I don't know."
Suddenly Gandalf looked up from his conversation he had been having with Frodo.
"Ah! It's that way!" He said with a smile.
"He's remembered!" Exclaimed Merry, springing to his feet.
"No. But the air doesn't smeel so foul down here. If in doubt Merriadoc, always follow your nose." Said the wizard with a chuckle as they set off down another flight of steps.
Boromir extened a hand to help her up. "Still thinking? You look tired, why not try dreaming." Valkyrie just gave a short, bitter laugh. "Because all my dream are nightmares."
The group found its way into a large, cavernous room, and Gandalf raised his staff higher.
"Let me risk a little more light."
The Fellowship found that they were standing in the middle of a magnificent city, with great, carved stone collums that were miles high.
"Behold the great realm and dwarf-city of Dwarrowdelf." Said Gandalf as the others looked on in awe.
The tiny hobbits' eyes grew as big as dinner plates and Samwise wispered to no one in particular. "Well there's an eyeopener and no mistake." Legolas studdied everything solomnly, as did Aragorn, but Valkyrie couldn't help but notice the glances they kept giving her every few moments, as though they expected something from her. But a broad smile played across her features, like a child at Christmas.
Boromir's gloved hand brushed hers, and she smiled as he spoke.
"Tis' a wonderous site." He said as the walked through the city.
"Yes. A testament to the craftsmanship of the Dwarves."
But the smile vanished from their faces the second they reached the throne room. it had been attacked. The doors were thrown inward, and skeletons and rubble lay all around a large, polished stone casket.
Gimli ran ahead of the group, sinking in tears before the casket. Gandalf gravely read the inscription.
"Here lies Balin, son of Fundin, Lord of Moria. He is dead then." At this, Gimli layed his head against the cold stone with a slight thud. "It is as I feared." Amidst the sounds of Gimli's sobs and muttered dwarvish prayers, Gandalf handed Pippin his staff and hat, and picked up a scribes book from one of the skeletons.
Legolas turned to Aragorn. "We must move on. We cannot linger." Aragorn merely nodded and turned his gaze to Valkyrie who stood close to Boromir, clutching the handle of sword so hard, her knucles were beginning to turn white.
"I don't trust her. It's as if she can sense the danger."
"Or more likely draw it to us." Muttered the elf.
Gandlaf began to read the last account in the book. "They have taken the bridge. And the second hall. We have barred the gates, but cannot hold them for long. The ground shakes. Drums, drums in the deep."
Pippin began to look around fearfully, moving backwards. Valkyrie felt something like a fire wellling up behind her eyes and she trembled slightly, gripping her sword tighter. Something was going to happen. She kept her eyes on the young Took.
"We cannot get out. A shadow moves in the dark." They all began to look around now. Boromir noticed Valkyrie and gave her a concerned look, wrapping an arm around her, but she continued to shudder and her headache grew worse.
"We cannot get out. They are comming." Mouth open in a silent scream of pain, Valkyrie pitched forward, eyes squeezed shut and Boromir caught her quickly, but in the same second all attention was drawn to Pippin as his curiosity clumsily knocked a skeleton down the well.
It made enough noise to wake the dead. And the whole Fellowship held their collective breaths till the noise stopped. Gandalf began bereating the hobbit, but Legolas wispered quickly to Aragorn, while motioning to Valkyrie.
"Something's happened."
Valkyrie steadied herself on her feet, gripping Boromir's arm for balance, and under her breath, she wispered two words that sent a chill down all their spines.
"They're coming."
Thud. Thud. Thud, thud, thud, thud. Faster and louder the drumming grew. Suddenly, they noticed Frodo's sword was glowing a bright blue. Legolas' eyes narrowed at Valkyrie as loud cries echoed through the mines. "Orcs!"
Boromir ran to close the wooden doors, and was narrowly missed by two arrows. Aragorn told the halflings to stay back, and ran to help Boromir.
"They have a cave troll." He said, a dark expression on his face. Legolas began tossing the two men old weapons to brace the door with, then they moved back.
Boromir pulled out his sword and sheild, Aragorn and Legolas drew their bows, Gandalf and the hobbits unsheathed their own swords, and Gimli hopped up on top of the tomb, holding his axe high.
"Let them come! There's one dwarf yet in Moria who still draws breath!" He challenged. But Valkyrie stood, unarmed, breathing heavily, the pain having moved from her head to her hands which were now at her sides, a slight greenish flouresence surrounding them.
"I remember... the spells." She wispered, and her eyes flared. She remembered learning to fight as a child, and although she could not recall how or where, she raised her hands closed her eyes and said a silent prayer to the gods that her knowledge would protect herself and her freinds.
The orcs began to hack through the door. Legolas fired an arriow through a crack in the wood, killing an orc, as did Aragorn. The door then made a horrible cracking noise and crashed inward as a swarm of orcs filtered in.
The first wave came through the door, and Valkyrie held up her hands. ((A/N: I'll translate spells for you.)) She took a fighting stance, and called out in a loud voice.
"Koron en' naur!" ((spell for Fireballs)) A large wave of blazing white fire shot from her fingertips, incinerating the first dozen or so orcs. The rest of the Fellowship gave her slightly incredulous looks, but she didn't notice anymore. She was pouring all her consentration into her magic, and Boromir let out a fierce battle cry and began to play slice-and-dice with the orcs. The rest of the group followed suite, and in a matter of seconds, orc bodies and smears of black blood covered the stone floor.
"Tincya en' russe tuulo' moriloomir!" ((chain lightning spell)) Bolts of white hot energy began to shoot repeatedly from Valkyrie's fingertips as the ground around her was piled high with orc bodies.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash as the cave troll busted it's way into the tomb and all eyes fixated on the massive creature. Legolas shot and arrow at it, but it only served to agitate the foul beast, sending it on a murderous rampage.
The troll began to scream and attack with her club, destroying everything, including its orc masters, in its path. Valkyrie stood as far away from it as possible, holding off orcs with her spells, and trying not to be caught in the troll's path. Legolas leapt onto a stone walkway that lead around the top of the room and fired two arrows at the troll, which knocked it backwards, but was another vain effort.
The hack and slash massacre carried on as they all began to fight with unparalleled ferocity. By now the troll had pulled itself free of the chains that had held it cpative, and was using the long iron chain as a weapon.
Legolas saw his chance. He tricked it into throwing the chain at a nearby stone pillar, then stopped it fast with his foot.
Climbing swiftly over the chain so he was on top of the troll, he aimed another arrow at the treolls head, but the arrow broke on contact, and he was forced to jump swiftly from the moster's back, lest it kill him.
Now it had set its sights on the three hobbits that has also climbed onto the ledge. They gave a loud scream as the club came swinging down at their head and darted away from it. The only problem with this was that Merry and Pippin had run to the opposite side from Frodo and the Ringbearer was now backed into a corner.
Aragorn called out to him and tried to fight his way to the halfling. Three orcs came at him and Valkyrie blasted them away with a quick burst of flame. He didn't even acknowledge her help as he continued on towards Frodo.
The hobbit was circling the pillar, trying to hide from the troll. He thought he had fooled it, and relaxed for but a moment before the troll's head came around the pillar to stare at him and give a loud roar of ear splitting ferocity. Boromir and Valkyrie had made their way up to the ledge on the oposite side of the room and saw clearly what was going on, but Valkyrie knew no spell that would stop a troll, and Boromir, unlike Legolas and Aragorn, had no bow and arrow. They continued to fight off orcs, watching the scene unfold in horror.
The creature tried to drag Frodo off the ledge, and the hobbit attempted to cling to the pillar, screaming for Aragorn, who charged forward once more. Frodo struck out at the troll with Sting and the beast dropped him roughly onto the ground below. But just as the troll was about to strike, Aragorn rushed in front of the frightened hobbit, driving a spear he had found amongst the rubble into the chest of the howling mostrosity.
Merry and Pippin began to pelt it with pieces of stone and rubble and the troll went ballistic. It lashed out, throwing the ranger aside like a rag doll, and grabbing holt of the spear. Frodo rushed to Aragorn's side, but Strider was unconciouss and the hobbit was once again backed into a corner. The troll bgean to stab at him, knocking him backwards into a wall, and in the one awfull moment, drove the spear forcefully into the side of the defenseless hobbit.
Gandalf was the first to notice, as did Merry and Pippin. They gave a loud cry and launched themselves onto the troll. Ganalf began to fight more forcefully in an effort to get to the injured halfling. Sam rushed around a corner to find his master slumping to the ground in agony and gave a loud cry of unwithheld anger and fear that struck the hearts of all. "FRODO!"
The rest of the Fellowship jumped into the fray of battle and fought with unbridled ferocity as they all struggled to make their way to their fallen comrade. Merry was plucked from the troll's back and swung thorugh the air till the troll dropped him onto a pile of rocks, where he lay moaning and gasping in agony as jolts of pain shot up his back.
Legolas took aim one final time as the last of the orcs fell from a fire blast of Valkyrie's and Pippin did a very brave thing. He raised up his small sword and plunged it into the back on the troll's neck. As the moster reared up in pain, the elf shot an arrow throughb the roof of its mouth and out of the top of its head. It moaned and black blood oozed from its mouth as the giant creature fell to the floor with a great crash that echoed through the caverns.
Pippin was thrown from the troll as it fell, but he picked himself up quickly and helped up the injured Merry as they all rushed to Frodo's side. Aragorn was the first there, and he turned over the hobbit, expecting to find a gaping hole and and red gushing forth, as Sam walked towards them with tears in his eyes. But there was no blood. There was no wound. Only a hole in the hobbit's flimsy cloth shirt.
Samwise ran forward and knelt beside his master, happiness shining in his eyes. "He's alive!" He said as a half-sob made its way into his voice.
Frodo clutched at his chest, immensley out of breath. "I'm alive. I'm not hurt." He said through rapid pantings.
"You should be dead! That spear would have skewered a wild boar!" Aragorn gaped increduluosly. Valkyrie smirked and a smile appeared ever so small on her dirty, pale features. Boromir placed an arm around her in something between a hug and a friendly gesture as they breatheed a sigh of relief that no one was hurt.
"I think their's more to this hobbit than meets the eyes." Said Gandlaf all-knowingly, and Frodo pulled back his short to reveal a Mithril vest that Valkyrie suspected had been Bilbo's once. The other hobbits struggled to get a look as Sam raised a hand to caress the beautifull armor.
"Mithril! You're full of surprises Master Baggins!" came Gimli's voice proudly from beside Aragorn. Then a look came over Legolas' face. "He's not the only one. What of you, girl? What was all that fire and lighteneing about?!"
But before she could respond, they all heard the distinct screech of more orcs, coming closer. They all turned and saw shadows moving outside the tomb.
"To the bridge of Kazad-dum!" Said Gandlaf. Valkyrie and Boromir exchanged a glance before following the others.
"Here we go again!"
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A/N: REVIEW! This was a long one, so if you finished, congrats! The next chapter promises to be exciting!