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Chapter 13: Balin's Tomb

"We now have but one choice. We must face the long dark of Moria. Be on your guard, there are older and fowler things then orcs in the deep places of the world." Gandalf lead them by the light of his staff.

"Please make that just be Pippin after a shortage of chocolate," Ilsa whispered to Laure.

They walked in a single file. Gandalf came first with Gimli behind him, trying to see both sides at once. Then Frodo Sam and Legolas were next in line. Ilsa and Laure were in front of Boromir with Aragorn as the rear guard.

They traveled through twist and turns, under bridges and over them. There became gaps in the stone work from long use or from being destroyed. Gandalf never wavered in which way he wished to go. Then the company stops. Gandalf looks at the three opening before saying, "I have no memory of this place."

They settle onto the rocks, taking a quick break.

"Merry, I'm hungry," says Pippin.

"Here Pippin," Ilsa smiled, offering food from her pack, "I'm not that hungry."

He takes it hungrily. Ilsa turns back to her game with Laure.

"One, two, three, four I declare a thumb war," they chanted.

"What game is it that you play," Boromir questioned.

"Its called-op-thumb war," she struggled with Ilsa's thumb, "the goal is to keep the other persons-"

"Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnineten!" Ilsa sang hurriedly, "Yes!"

"Two out of three," Laure tried to wield her into another game.

"Nope. Ill go out with my glory intact. Thank you very much."

The guys give each other looks that clearly said they are nuts.

"You want to try it Boromir?" Ilsa asked.

"What do I do?" he asked suspiciously.

As Ilsa was showing Boromir and everyone else how to play thumb war Gandalf found the right path to take.

"Ah, it's this way!" he said.

"He's remember!" Merry was excited.

"No but the air doesn't smell quite so foul down there. When in doubt always follow your nose."

They walked through the passage to enter into a dark hall.

"Let's risk a little more light," Gandalf muttered.

The light spread out over the vast expanse.

"Behold the Great Dwarf City of Dwarrowdelf," He said.

"Now there's an eye opener, make no mistake," Sam whispered expressing what the whole company felt.

"You could fit more then 20 of WCO in here and have room to spare!" Ilsa murmured to Laure.

Suddenly Gimli gave a short outcry, racing towards a room to the right.

"Gimli!" Gandalf shouted.

When the rest caught up with the dwarf they found him kneeling beside a vault.

Gandalf comes forward; "Here lies Balin son of Fundin, Lord of Moria. He is dead then. It is as I feared."

"Poor guy," Ilsa said ever the compassionate one, "I'm sorry Gimli."

Gandalf then notices a book cupped in the dead hands of a dwarf nearby.

"We must move on. We cannot linger," Legolas whispers to Aragorn.

"They have taken the bridge and the second hall. We have bard the gates. The ground shakes. Grumbles in the deep. We cannot get out. Shadow moves in the dark. We cannot get out. They are coming."

Everyone froze. The immense crashing sound bounced off the walls. Pippin had touched a figure, sending it down into the well. Not one person moved for a whole minute, waiting for war cries. When none came everyone sighed in relief.

"Fool of a Took!" Gandalf said to Pippin, "throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity!"

"He didn't do it on purpose," Ilsa defended the hobbit.

"He could have-" Gandalf started to say.

BOOM! BOOM, BOOM!

Screeching is heard, fast approaching.

"Orcs," Legolas identifies.

"Crap," Laure said under her breath.

Boromir sprints to the entrance, looking out into the darkness. He jumps back as two arrows nearly take his head off. A roar sounds from the main hall.

"They have a cave troll," Boromir said, helping Aragorn to block the door.

"Get back," Aragorn says to the hobbits, "stay close to Gandalf."

Gimli jumped up onto Balin's tomb saying, "Let them come. Here's one dwarf left in Moria who stills draws breath!"

"I'd rather they didn't Gimli," Laure stood beside him, sword drawn.

The orcs tumbled into the room. All of the fellowship contributed to the fight. Ilsa and Legolas used their bows while Boromir, Aragorn, Gandalf, and Laure used their blades. Frodo, Merry, and Pippin worked together with their short swords that Aragorn gave them at Weathertop. Sam had found a less-likely weapon to use.

"I think I'm getting the hang of this," he said snapping his skillet over an orc's head.

The troll creates trouble wherever he goes. Gimli and Laure get separated from each other. As orcs pounce on him the troll corners her.

"Listen troll," she cries, dodging a blow, "it doesn't have to be this way. We could both just walk away."

Ilsa shows up out of nowhere putting an arrow in the troll's thick skin. With a howl it turns on Ilsa. Laure then stabs him in the leg with her sword. The troll screams in pain flinging Laure into the wall with a thud.

"LAURE!" Ilsa yells, shooting an oncoming orc.

Laure does not respond to the call. She lies unconscious on the floor of the chamber.

Across the room Aragorn is battling many orcs at the same time, trying to reach Frodo.

"FRODO!" he calls

Frodo is being dragged forward for the troll to smash.

"ARAGORN! ARAGORN!" he shouts.

Frodo finds the courage to slice the troll's hand. He is dropped to the first floor when Aragorn comes to his rescue. With a long spear Aragorn punctures the troll's chest, only to be thrown against the wall like Laure. He does not respond to Frodo's tugging. The troll comes on again this time to pierce Frodo in the breast; he gasps then falls to the floor. Outraged at Frodo's attack his cousins, Merry and Pippin, jump onto the trolls back. Finally Legolas shoots the troll down.

"Oh no," Aragorn breathes leaning over Frodo.

Frodo groans then struggles to sit up.

"He's alive," Sam sighed.

"I'm alright," Frodo pants, "I'm not hurt."

"That spear would have skewed a wild boar," Aragorn looks amazed.

Frodo opens his shirt, revealing a mail coat underneath it.

"I think there is more to this hobbit then what meets the eye," Gandalf says.

"Mithril," Gimli is in awe, "You are full of surprises Master Baggins."

Laure had regained conciseness in time to hear more orcs coming their way.

"Goddamn it."

"To the bridge of Khazad-dum!" Gandalf cries.

The company streams through the Dwarf City only to be surrounded by screeching orcs.

BOOM! BOOM!

Hearing this the orcs flee away from the fellowship. A sinister light shines through the pillars, slowly approaching them.

"If they are fleeing can we flee too?" Laure asks quietly.

"Maybe whoever made them leave will help us?" Ilsa questioned knowing the answer anyway.

"Somehow I doubt that," answered Legolas.

"What is this new devilry?" Boromir calmly asks Gandalf.

Gandalf bows his head, "A Belrog. A demon of the ancient world. This foe is beyond any of you. RUN!"

They sprint through the opposite door with Boromir in the lead. Not seeing the cut off he slips and it would have been his last steps if Legolas hadn't came behind and caught him. Gandalf is the last in line.

"Gandalf," Aragorn says.

"Lead them on Aragorn. The bridge is near," when Aragorn would not go Gandalf yelled, "Swords are no more use here!"

They rushed down countless flights of steps. In the middle of one there was a wide gap. Legolas leapt lightly over to the other side.

"Gandalf," he called.

With a great heave Gandalf clear the hurdle as well.

"Oh no. No Laure I am not jumping that thing. I will stay her-YYYYAAAAAHHHHHH!" Laure had grabbed her when she had sprung across the gap.

Boromir, Merry, and Pippin were next in line. A small part of the stair was taken off with them leaving an even bigger hole.

"Sam," Aragorn threw Sam over the opening.

Aragorn reached over to Gimli as well when he was interrupted, "Nobody tosses a dwarf," he vaulted over to be seized by Legolas, "Not the beard!"

Suddenly a thunderous bang was heard. A part of the ceiling fell, spitting the steps above Aragorn and Frodo.

"Great. We leave the most important person on the other side," Laure said.

They leaned forward causing the rock to pitch them into the rests arms. They run some more only this time closely chased by the Belrog. When in the middle of the bridge Gandalf wheels around.

"You cannot pass," he says, "I am a servant of the secret fire. Wielder of the Flame of Anor. The dark fire will not avail you, Flame of Udun! Go back to the shadow."

"What is he doing!" Ilsa questioned the group. They had not been able to leave their leader the fend of the monster alone.

The Belrog brought down his sword to have it broken in two.

"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" Gandalf screamed.

The Belrog stepped onto the overpass only to have it collapse under him. Gandalf turned away then was ripped to the edge by the Belrog's whip.

"GANDALF!" cried Frodo.

Gandalf tried to pull himself up without success.

"Fly you fools!" and he fell.

Ohhhh noooo! What will happen next? Cough not that you don't know already cough I just thought I would switch this up a little. Bye-bye!