So, here comes another Balrog's day. (In fact this isn't just one day)
Enjoy!
Another Balrog's day
Today a couple dwarves came to my cave and asked if I could use some interior designers. For free of course. Since my cave is very uncomfortable I allowed them to work a bit in my cave while I went on a short visit to my good old pal Morgoth. When I returned 700 years later (I had to go back because Morgoth was overthrown by that Elves) I found all the entrances closed! And they hadn't put a key hole in it! Stupid, *peep*, silly, *peep* dwarves!! There was just some odd drawing of a gate and some letters (I suppose it was Elvish) on the wall. Two weeks went by until I found my glasses. I read the words aloud to myself: Ennyn Durin aran Moria Pedo mellon a minno. And then the letters got so little that I had to spend two more weeks to look for my extra strong glasses. Im Narvi hain echant: Celebrimbor o Ereigion teithant I thiw hin. Hmmm. But what language is it? No, it cannot be the black speech. Common toungue? No, but it cannot be dwarfish either..Hmmm, language that sounds so horrible beautifully. Yes that can only be Elvish. But at school I had a F in Elvish..But I think I have somewhere a dictionary.hmm but where? The last ordinary one (I mean made of papers) got burned when I tried to work with it. At least I took my Iron one (resistant up to 2500°C) with me. After two years of hard work I had finally translated it. Go me! Door Durin Lord Moria. Speak melon and enter. I Narvi made them. Cele-what? of Hollin drew these letters. A door named Durin? These dwarves are really odd! Naming a door Durin! bwahahahaha! Anyway, speak friend and enter. Ah, you just have to say the password and then you can enter. Witty as I am it only took me 6 month to figure out that the password is actually melon. But a fruit as password? Anyway, I said mellon and bang! the door opened. Go me! When I was inside the doors closed. What a service! I have to admit that dwarves are really good interior designers. But what madness drove them to build endless staircases instead of building straight through? My feet are so sore! When I get hold of these beardy things..! At least I reached a very nice and high hall. On a throne sat a dwarf and asked me in a very rude manner what was my business in his kingdom. That's it I thought and got really, really pissed off (I can tell you). I sized this beard- thing and throw him away from the throne and told him and the other dwarves off. But when I recognised that these greedy *peeeeeeeeeep* had buried deep in my cave and had took all this nice dazzling metal out, I decided that it was enough. I killed all except two or three. The survivors spread the news that my cave, Moria I think they call it, is inhabited by a terrible monster. And now no one comes to my nice little home. Yay!
Rewiev!! Perhaps I'm going to write another chapter. How Balin came to Moria and disturbed our poor Balrog again.
Another Balrog's day
Today a couple dwarves came to my cave and asked if I could use some interior designers. For free of course. Since my cave is very uncomfortable I allowed them to work a bit in my cave while I went on a short visit to my good old pal Morgoth. When I returned 700 years later (I had to go back because Morgoth was overthrown by that Elves) I found all the entrances closed! And they hadn't put a key hole in it! Stupid, *peep*, silly, *peep* dwarves!! There was just some odd drawing of a gate and some letters (I suppose it was Elvish) on the wall. Two weeks went by until I found my glasses. I read the words aloud to myself: Ennyn Durin aran Moria Pedo mellon a minno. And then the letters got so little that I had to spend two more weeks to look for my extra strong glasses. Im Narvi hain echant: Celebrimbor o Ereigion teithant I thiw hin. Hmmm. But what language is it? No, it cannot be the black speech. Common toungue? No, but it cannot be dwarfish either..Hmmm, language that sounds so horrible beautifully. Yes that can only be Elvish. But at school I had a F in Elvish..But I think I have somewhere a dictionary.hmm but where? The last ordinary one (I mean made of papers) got burned when I tried to work with it. At least I took my Iron one (resistant up to 2500°C) with me. After two years of hard work I had finally translated it. Go me! Door Durin Lord Moria. Speak melon and enter. I Narvi made them. Cele-what? of Hollin drew these letters. A door named Durin? These dwarves are really odd! Naming a door Durin! bwahahahaha! Anyway, speak friend and enter. Ah, you just have to say the password and then you can enter. Witty as I am it only took me 6 month to figure out that the password is actually melon. But a fruit as password? Anyway, I said mellon and bang! the door opened. Go me! When I was inside the doors closed. What a service! I have to admit that dwarves are really good interior designers. But what madness drove them to build endless staircases instead of building straight through? My feet are so sore! When I get hold of these beardy things..! At least I reached a very nice and high hall. On a throne sat a dwarf and asked me in a very rude manner what was my business in his kingdom. That's it I thought and got really, really pissed off (I can tell you). I sized this beard- thing and throw him away from the throne and told him and the other dwarves off. But when I recognised that these greedy *peeeeeeeeeep* had buried deep in my cave and had took all this nice dazzling metal out, I decided that it was enough. I killed all except two or three. The survivors spread the news that my cave, Moria I think they call it, is inhabited by a terrible monster. And now no one comes to my nice little home. Yay!
Rewiev!! Perhaps I'm going to write another chapter. How Balin came to Moria and disturbed our poor Balrog again.
