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Deep in the Mines

In the morning they all were awoken by Gandalf who suddenly knew the way by the thinning of the stench down the staircase. They walked through the mines until the came to a door. It was a huge, wooden door with iron bolts all through it. When they opened it they found a large stone tomb. Gimli pushed his way through the line of people in front of him and knelt beside it. He started to cry as he found it held his cousin. As they were all about to comfort him Legolas sensed something but said nothing. Gandalf picked up a large book and opened it to the last page that had been written on. He read aloud the last thoughts of the King of Moria. The last words were "they are coming".

Just then Pippin, who had been snooping around touching things he shouldn't, accidentally knocked down a huge, very loud suit of armor down a stone well. The result was an enormous amount of sound echoing through the entire mine. Everyone looked absolutely terrified, except for Gandalf who looked quite angry. He told Pippin to throw himself down the well and spare them all of his idiocy. Then came the other noise. The noise that meant that the orcs were coming and they had weapons.

Boramir went to close the door and was nearly stricken in the face by an arrow. He shut them successfully and stepped back with the others. Legolas, Aragorn, and Aradel had their bows out, Gandalf his staff; Boramir hit sword and the Hobbits' their weapons. Legolas shot one orc that had broken a hole in the door. Aradel and Aragorn followed his example and killed a couple before they broke down the door and swarmed into the room.

Then it was simply a battle of the nine friends against the hundreds of orcs. The real trouble came when the Cave Troll broke into the room crushing several orcs. He swung his mace and narrowly missed all of them. At one point it had Frodo cornered after going to kill Aragorn but Frodo insisted on intruding. It took a spear like object and stabbed it squarely into his chest, right into his heart. Enraged Pippin and Merry jumped onto its head stabbing its dull brain with their tiny swords only to be flung off a few seconds later. Aragorn finally regained consciousness and started fighting once again. It was Legolas who eventually shot an arrow right through its lower jaw up into the main part of its brain. It fell with a loud rumble and a few more orcs came only to be slaughtered by the enthusiastic team.

They successfully killed many each, though each one had a close call and had to be pushed out of the way of speeding arrow or plunging sword. When the last orc had been slaughtered they left the room and walked out.

A loud rumble met their ears seconds after they had left. More orcs, many more orcs were coming for them. They ran through the huge hall made of stone lead by the glow of Gandalf's staff. They came from behind, above, the sides and right in front of them. Soon they were completely surrounded. Their drawn weapons out and ready to shed yet more orc blood. They made to lunge but stopped in their tracks. A huge rumble, like thunder that was unnaturally close, made them stop. They retreated as fast as their scrawny legs could carry them as the fellowship stood and looked back at the orange-red glow that had erupted from behind them. Everyone looked confused and scared out of their wits. The only one who seemed to know what was going on was Gandalf who looked utterly terrified, horrified, and any other word that means scared out of your wits.

"Run." He whispered, though loud enough that no one needed to be told twice and in half a second they were all running as fast as their legs could carry them. They ran and ran and as they did a huge creature emerged from the shadows behind them. It was of immense size, consumed in flame, it had two monstrous horns sitting upon a charred black head above glowing, evil red eyes. A Balrog.

They ran to a long stairway leading down, then across a bridge, then another stairway leading up on the other side. They hurried down the steep stairwell, Aragorn in the lead followed by Boramir, Gimli, the Hobbits, Legolas and Gandalf. In his haste Aragorn had little time to see the large gap and very nearly fell off had it not been for Boramir pulling him back. They all stopped behind him. Legolas jumped over first, followed by Gandalf, and Boramir, then Gimli who refused to be tossed and had to be pulled onto the other side by his beard. Then the Hobbits, except for Frodo. By the time it was his turn to be tossed over the Demon had shook the earth and caused a chunk of rock to fall and break a piece off of the stairs behind them leaving Aragorn and Frodo on an unsupported beam. Leaning forward they got it to Crash into the ongoing stairs and the hopped off easily before it fell into the black abyss.

They ran across the bridge with Aragorn, again, leading and Gandalf at the rear. As they were all across the bridge and safe Gandalf turned on his heel and faced the creature.

"You shall not pass!" he yelled at the creature, holding his staff which was now glowing considerably more as an orb around him. The demon conjured a fire whip and struck the magic shield with it. There was no effect.

"You shall not pass!" he screamed again louder and with more passion, sticking the ground with enormous force breaking the hard stone just before him and falling. The monster fell down, down into the black abyss.

Looking hugely relieved Gandalf turned to join the rest of them but he didn't see the whip come up from no where and catch his foot. He surely felt himself being smashed to the ground; his staff knocked out of his hand, holding on by a small and shallow niche in the rock. Frodo threw himself out to help him but was held back by Boramir, for he would be killed if he went to Gandalf's aid. "Nnnnoooooo!" he screamed desperately holding his hand out as if trying to reach him.

Gandalf's only words were, "Fly you fools." And with that he let go of the rock and fell. Everyone was devastated but had to continue, which was very hard to do, especially for Boramir who was still holding Frodo, kicking and screaming.

They made their way out safely and were again in the rock and barren soil of the hills. They all showed grief in their own way. Aragorn became ever more determined to quicken their pace though you could see in his eyes and expression he was in terrible pain. Gimli cried and sobbed, as did Pippin, and Sam. Merry comforted them, acting as their only source of hope. Aradel simply hung her head in respect closing her eyes shut tight, saying something in an unknown form of Elvish, and them opening but closing every once and a while. Legolas simply looked as though someone he loved had just plunged a dagger into his heart. Elves felt happiness and sadness to extreme points in comparison with humans. This was truly sadness. Frodo walked ahead silently hanging his head eyes filled with tears but none flowing. Everyone had their comforter. Aragorn and Boramir had each other. Sam, Merry, and Pippin had each other. Legolas and Aradel had each other. Frodo had no one, he chose no one, he chose solitude and they respected that.

A/N: Short one today. Jedi Gollum if your reading sorry about the mishap, I'm not sure whether it was on the other one but still sorry about that. Nehoo bye-bye!:D