I own nothing, and I'd like to apologize cuz this chapter ends on a
downer and I can't write fight scenes to save my life. Wait until Bucky
meets Galadriel, then all will be repaid, I promise.
The next few days went much the same, Bucky managed to sneak out past whom ever was on watch. Which was quite a feat for Bucky, as he is not the most coordinated creature. Hairless Monkey helped him find his way back to where fellowship was sleeping every night and they set off again the following morning. Gandalf (and most likely Aragorn) knew Bucky snuck out every night, but as long as he was back the next morning they didn't see any harm in it.
Then came the fateful day of the attack, Bucky was, as usual, sleeping in Boromir's shield when it happened. He was flung rudely to the ground as Boromir swung his shield onto his left arm, he lay there for a moment stunned and then leapt to his feet yowling loudly, nobody seemed to hear him, which he was not used too, his yowl had usually brought at least Satchel running. This pissed him off and he simply hissed and swiped at the first orc that came charging at him. The orc fell backwards, his arms wind- milling, he hadn't expected such an attack from something of that size. Another orc tripped over the first who was sprawled on his back and the two of them lay there stunned.
Bucky grinned, feeling rather proud of himself, he tried his hiss, swipe tactic on the next orc but didn't get the same results. It snarled and jabbed at him with its cutlass. Bucky ran.
He was soon leading the orc on a wild chase around the room; they circled again and again, leaving even more chaotic chaos in their wake. Then the cave troll's hammer squashed the orc.
Suddenly everyone's attention was focused entirely on the cave troll and the orcs seemed to disappear. Bucky huddled against one of the pillars on the stone cusp that ran along one side of the room and watched the fight play out. There was no way he was going to take on something the size of the troll.
Apparently not all of the orcs had disappeared though, because yet another one came running at Bucky. He leapt out of the orcs path and it promptly hurtled off the edge, screaming. It flew smack into the cave troll, his spear thrusting through the troll's ear. The cave troll staggered, with a look of utter shock on it's face and then fell to the floor with a resounding thump.
"To the bridge!" Gandalf shouted and everyone started running. Bucky leapt down and landed on Gimli's back, his claws finding purchase in the rings of Gimli's chain mail.
"We owe you thanks," Gimli said. "That was quite a feat, way laying the orc like that." He chuckled.
"What?" Bucky asked. "I didn't . . . Right, right, very brave of me," and then he hung on for dear life as Gimli's choppy gate carried them through the halls of Kazad-Dum.
They made many turns and escaped quite a few close calls on their way to the bridge and then . . . Gandalf fell, the Fellowship watched in horror as the Balrog's whip caught his legs and pulled him down into the darkness.
Bucky wasn't quite sure what to think, sure Gandalf had driven him nuts with his bossiness, but he'd never actually seen someone die before.
He remained clinging to Gimli's back as they found their way out of Moria; Bucky was for the first time in his life, sad.
The next few days went much the same, Bucky managed to sneak out past whom ever was on watch. Which was quite a feat for Bucky, as he is not the most coordinated creature. Hairless Monkey helped him find his way back to where fellowship was sleeping every night and they set off again the following morning. Gandalf (and most likely Aragorn) knew Bucky snuck out every night, but as long as he was back the next morning they didn't see any harm in it.
Then came the fateful day of the attack, Bucky was, as usual, sleeping in Boromir's shield when it happened. He was flung rudely to the ground as Boromir swung his shield onto his left arm, he lay there for a moment stunned and then leapt to his feet yowling loudly, nobody seemed to hear him, which he was not used too, his yowl had usually brought at least Satchel running. This pissed him off and he simply hissed and swiped at the first orc that came charging at him. The orc fell backwards, his arms wind- milling, he hadn't expected such an attack from something of that size. Another orc tripped over the first who was sprawled on his back and the two of them lay there stunned.
Bucky grinned, feeling rather proud of himself, he tried his hiss, swipe tactic on the next orc but didn't get the same results. It snarled and jabbed at him with its cutlass. Bucky ran.
He was soon leading the orc on a wild chase around the room; they circled again and again, leaving even more chaotic chaos in their wake. Then the cave troll's hammer squashed the orc.
Suddenly everyone's attention was focused entirely on the cave troll and the orcs seemed to disappear. Bucky huddled against one of the pillars on the stone cusp that ran along one side of the room and watched the fight play out. There was no way he was going to take on something the size of the troll.
Apparently not all of the orcs had disappeared though, because yet another one came running at Bucky. He leapt out of the orcs path and it promptly hurtled off the edge, screaming. It flew smack into the cave troll, his spear thrusting through the troll's ear. The cave troll staggered, with a look of utter shock on it's face and then fell to the floor with a resounding thump.
"To the bridge!" Gandalf shouted and everyone started running. Bucky leapt down and landed on Gimli's back, his claws finding purchase in the rings of Gimli's chain mail.
"We owe you thanks," Gimli said. "That was quite a feat, way laying the orc like that." He chuckled.
"What?" Bucky asked. "I didn't . . . Right, right, very brave of me," and then he hung on for dear life as Gimli's choppy gate carried them through the halls of Kazad-Dum.
They made many turns and escaped quite a few close calls on their way to the bridge and then . . . Gandalf fell, the Fellowship watched in horror as the Balrog's whip caught his legs and pulled him down into the darkness.
Bucky wasn't quite sure what to think, sure Gandalf had driven him nuts with his bossiness, but he'd never actually seen someone die before.
He remained clinging to Gimli's back as they found their way out of Moria; Bucky was for the first time in his life, sad.