This chapter took a while due to some teachers who think pupils need loads of homework! *Chases Balrog after them* (Absolut Rentnerfreundlich!)

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A little fight

At present I joined my good old friend Morgoth in one of his battles. It's really very interesting. But I think it will soon come to an end because Gon..Gondr.Gonlin.never mind. Anyway this Elven city will not last any longer.

Perhaps I should get some souvenirs like this funny things all people carry on their heads. Would make nice whiskey glasses.

So I went towards the town. But some time later a little figure ran up to me and tried to shoot me with his bow. Bwahahaha! I nearly died from laughter. This tiny elf really thought he could kill me with this ridiculous weapon.

But somehow that elf thought that it was due to his arrows. (which by the way got burned before they could even reach my skin..yes I'm a very hot guy..)

Anyway he broke out into a weird dance. Perhaps it was a dance of victory but it also could be that he couldn't stand my heat.

But when I wanted to kill him by either burning him and throwing him into that abyss nearby, I slipped on a stone and fell into that abyss with my foe. And I died (f***).at least the elf died, too.

Now three days went by since I died. It isn't really that bad because I have the opportunity of returning to Middle Earth. I have just bought a suitable house for me where I can live when I return

But there is one things that annoys me..I heard that the Elves think that this elf I fought with had indeed slain a Balrog all by himself. I can't believe how stupid people are.

I genuinely ask myself what they would say if they knew that a stone actually killed me. But I think I'll never figure out...though it would be priceless to see their faces then.

+++++++++++++++++++++++ So now I have a little problem. Tolkien doesn't provide any more occasions which could be described from the Balrog's point of view. Any ideas?