Chapter 3: Flight

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Hey guys thanks for the reviews there were very nice. Um this probably won't be on till tomorrow, because it took like hmm 6 hours to write it, it was real long. I was at a point where I had to wrap something around my thumb to keep it from hurting. Anyways I was planning on writing more, but I had to stop at 6. Because my mom would be getting up and she doesn't like it when I stay up late. And I sort of over slept. and I only have about an hour now to write this. its morning right now. I have to go to an aunts house for some stupid party. I had to re-read the freaking book over two times to write this. I even took notes. To many now I think of it. that why its so detailed. Especially the fighting scene. God that was hard.

authors note

Story: The Understanding: The Story of Boromir and Legolas.

Author: Tiger Eye 2

Rated: Rated R

Disclaimer: Don't sue or anything. Cause you aren't going to get anything. I'm broke.

WARNING: This story holds homosexual content. If you don't like then don't read. NOTE: Certain events never accrued in the original book.

Summary: The Lord Of The Rings re-written, only in Boromir and Legolas' POV. Plus with a little twist to it. Now this wouldn't be a love story if Boromir dies now would it? Boromir/Legolas, Boromir/Glorfindel

Chapter 3

The mines are filled with hordes of rotten bodies. I do not know if the others have noticed them yet, but they have been here ever since we entered. Though the loud crash of the crumbling gate doors might have distracted them. Millions I see. They wither away undisturbed on the floors, little on the stair, enough to be avoided and some hang from the walls.

Gandalf has already seen them, that much I can tell you. But in Gimli's favor, he has chosen not to upset the young dwarf. Hmmm young dwarf. :chuckles: Gimli looks nothing close to young, but in his country, wherever that may lay, he is young. As I over 2 thousand years old am young. But I older than him.

We have been descending the stairs for some time. All are weary. The deeper we go into Moria, the more it is apparent that a battle of some sort was taken here. If only the others had eyes of my kin. It would be a lot easier to climb the steps. Once in a while, one would trip and the rest would follow suite. Then we would all have to stop and wait for them to regain their balance.

I'm sure all by now have noticed the sound of bare feet against the mountain rock following us. It is not a hard guess. As soon as the sound came to my ears, I immediately thought ' Gollum'. I did see Boromir turn towards Aragorn. Nothing was said between them, but my guess is he heard Gollum like the rest of us do. Only the story of the ring wasn't explained thoroughly to him. So he would not know of Gollum.

Again I am filed with jealousy. Why could Boromir not look upon me? Not even a glance. I suppose I am nothing to him. But I wouldn't know and I am not about to put myself down. Ah also he would not look upon me because I am 4 bodies ahead.

Ah the mines would have been a nice place to have traveled to. If I had known about it, I would have surely made the trip. Ah but would the inhabitants have let me in? I doubt it. Back then the disagreement with elves and dwarves were strong. They still are today. Still it rages on. I find it very useless. Though Gimli and I do have brief arguments , they are just playful. I find him very companion worthy.

Now to open the eyes of my people will take time, but they will soon see. We have stopped, I wonder why? Our leader has found a door, it was half closed. Gandalf gently thrust it open, as it swung back, layers of dust flew out. Inside lay a large chamber.

I found myself wondering how many of these there were in the mine city. :: I do hope to come back here one day, It would be an exhilarating moment.::

I suppress a chuckle as Gandalf tried his best to hold back the curious hobbits. One day those two will get themselves in deep water. He went into the chamber cautiously, we were told to stay put and we intended on doing that. A couple of minutes passed by and we filed in after him. Inside he stood at a corner, his staff pointed to the middle of the floor.

" There." he cried. In the middle of the floor lay a well shaped hole, that held broken and rusty chains at it edge. Fragments of stone stood close by. Well it seem this place will be our resting place for the now.

I made myself comfortable in the corners of the chamber. Though most of the air in the lower mines area was hot and stuffy, the walls were cold and they kept my temperature at its level. I looked over to Boromir, who had already dozed off. How easily men tire. Speaking of men, where is Aragorn?

My eyes wandered around the room. He was resting on a long slab of stone against the wall. What peculiar resting laces he chooses. What irked me was that he was about 3 to 4 steps away from Boromir. . Why is he always so close to him? Speaking of Aragorn reminded me of the talk I was planning on having with him. There in nothing else to sot to. So I might as well do this.

With my blanket and bedroll in hand, I placed myself next to him. " Aragorn?" I did not wish to wake him, but this was important. He was indeed awake. I must have interfered with his thinking.

" Hmm? Something irks you, what has happened?" Yes, how well he knows me, I must have forgotten O had spent over 50 years with the man. I chuckled to myself silently. I still remember when he was a chubby toddler. But this is not what I came here for.

" I wish to speak to you of Boromir." Though his face showed no emotion, his eyes said it clearly. Just as I suspected.

" What of him." He leaned back against the stone wall. Our eye contact was broken. I knew there was a storm of emotions brewing up within him, but I must tell him.

" I mean no disrespect in this but you must understand Aragorn that what you are doing in not right. Even though you cannot control it, And " I interrupted him as he began to speak. I am in no mood to be interrupted. " before you ask me what you have done wrong, tell me who Gondors 5th king was? " There was only silence. I am getting closer to my point. " Tell me who rules Gondor in the present?" I knew he would know this.

" The Steward Denethor. His 2 sons, Boromir and Faramir. But what has this go-" I interrupted him again, he was annoyed but I did not care.

" Tell me who Denethors wife was, what part did she take in the leading of Gondor? How many years has Denethor been in service? When was the white tower built? How many years is the tree of life?" I continued on. Much to my disappointment he knew none of the answers. This angered me. " You are to inherited the throne and you know nothing of Gondors history. Tell me how you would cope if a man who you have never seen let alone heard of waltz into your life and takes the most valuable thing you have. Oh but its gets worse, what if he knew nothing ( I really feel like killing Aragorn. Maybe I should) of the land and how to lead it." I felt hot rage soar through me. Boromir's anger was my anger.

But before Estel could reply, he was interrupted by a plunk. The sound filled the whole chamber.

" Fool of a Took." I heard Gandalf cry. I tried to analyze the situation. Poor Pippin must have knocked over something into the guards hole in the ground. Ah finally his curiosity got him in trouble.

Nothing more was heard as we stood alert for several minutes. Suddenly there was faint knocks : tap-tum , tap-tum . The knocking was repeated several more tomes, after a while it died down.

" That sounded like hammers." I heard Gimli proclaim. I do not think he has heard of them before. If he has not then it must not be the dwarves who were said to live here. I went over to Pippin who sat miserably on the cold floor and gave him a pat on the shoulder. I resumed back to my place besides Aragorn, but he was not there.

I also noticed that Boromir was gone too. Did he take heed in our conversation. I do hope so, they both need it. Ah I see them. They were at the far side of the room which held a doorway to another chamber. Boromir sat on a boulder, his back turned to me and Aragorn sat in front of him. I inched closer to them , not to eavesdrop, though there was no need to with my Elvin hearing, but to speak to Aragorn after he was finished.

The conversation was going in the right direction, I wondered to myself if anything good would come out of this. They could learn things from one another. But then I noticed Aragorn moving closer to Boromir. To close to just be friends. I surged forward and practically shoved Aragorn off Boromir.

He looked up at me in surprise. " Lle fueya amin. Na Arwen oantie llena hon? Enta ireyla annu lave. Entanu imbeme. Si hex." My voice was full of malice. ( You disgust me. Has Arwen gone from your heart? This will not be allowed. Its between us. Now begone.) and this surprised him. I did see him wince before he left, but I was to angry to care.

I turned to the shocked warrior. " I am sorry for his behavior, please forgive him." There was a mysterious glint in his eyes. Could it be want I seek? I doubt it. Without looking back, I sauntered back into camp.

Once we were all rested , Gandalf roused us all and we began to descend the mine. For 8 long hours we trekked Moria, there were brief stops, but short ones. The passage Gandalf had chosen went steadily upwards. The only advantage we had was there were no stairs.

We did not come across anymore tunnels or chambers. The ground became level and the walls that surrounded us vanished. We seemed to have passed through and arched doorway that led to a dark hall of nothingness. Since we were traveling up the mines, and the fact that it is a mountain, we had reached the ground level. Maybe we might be a few feet high of land, but it was close. They atmosphere was cold and dry. Though I needint be afraid of the cold, it still irked me.

The group stopped at the hall. " It seems I have chosen the right passage." Though more was said, I did not need to hear anymore. That one thing that irks me about Gandalf. He doesn't really give you a straight answer.

With his left arm, he raised his staff and at the tip shone a small substance of light. Shadows sprung back and revealed what was concealed in the darkness. For a moment we could he the roof far above us and the many pillars held it in its place. A long empty hall, the biggest I have ever seen. It must have sheltered thousands of dwarves. I inspected the detailed walls, they were polished enough to make them glimmer like glass. The hall vanished from my view, Gandalf had relinquished the light from his staff. To bad though, I would have liked to inspect the pillars move carefully. I wonder if it is some sort of spell? Or does it come from within?

And so it was that we would spend the night here. Though it was big, there were many places to bed in. For now I must rest.

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In the morning there was little light seen., though enough for us to find our way around. We hitched up are gear after our breakfast or second breakfast. The whole hobbit cycle confuses me. As we followed Gandalf we past the Northern Arch, which led us to a corridor. We seemed to be following the path were the bright lights were shining. As each glimmer grew brighter and brighter, we almost walked right by a light filled doorway. Its heavy latched door was mid open. Ah another chamber.

It indeed was a chamber. It was dimly lit, but we have been traveling through the mines for days, are eyes adjusted to the light well enough to see everything. As we filed in the dust was uplifted. I noticed the light shone straight to the middle of the room. A tomb! It lay there, lit by the light coming from a small opening on the walls. Some kind of window I guess.

Gandalf walked over to it and inspected it carefully. " These are Daeron's Runes, these are similar to other used in Moria." he said." Here is what's written, its in the Tongue of Men and Dwarves:

BALIN SON OF FUNDIN

LORD OF MORIA

I looked over to Gimli, his hood was cast over his face. Boromir walked beside him and put his hand on his shoulder for comfort. My heart swelled with pride. I hope I'm not being to selfish, but maybe this will show they other that he isn't a mean guy. That he really has a heart. But before I dwell on that I must think of the information I was given to by my kin.

While we rested in Balin's chamber, Gandalf looked through the diary of the dwarves he had found by the tomb. It's pages were ripped and fragile, a lot of words were smeared. Well from were I can see at least.

He started to read it out loud. " We drove out the orcs from the Great Gate and guard. I think the next sentence is Room- we slew many during daytime." There was a pause. "-sun in the dale. Floi was killed by arrows. He slew many. Hmmm uh Floi is under the grass near Binnormere. I cannot read the next line. Then we have gone to the twenty-first hall of North end to dwell in. Balin has placed his set on the Chambers Of Mazarbul. " He read as mush as he could make out. I only listened when something important was said.

" I fear their end was cruel." I snapped from my thoughts." We cannot get out. Orcs have taken the Bridge and Second Hall. The Watcher in the water took Oin." More deaths were proclaimed." We cannot get out, The end comes.....drums ,drums from the deep. The last entry in the book states they are coming. There is nothing more written. It stops dead here." Dread filled the chambers. I was lost to all conversation left. I had been right. There was a battle. All died except for the orcs. Right? A boom erupted me from my train of thoughts. It shook the hole entire floor. It must be coming from below us. It rolled again. While Boromir and Aragorn sprang to shut the door, I whipped out my bow and arrow and stood poised. Behind me the hobbits bunched together. Gimli jumped onto Balin's tomb and unhooked his axes, and Gandalf stood silent.

All went deadly quiet. Then came an echoing blast through the halls and chambers; a great horn was blown, and judging by the sounds that came in return , I'd say they were communicating.

" There coming!" I yelled.

Aragorn and Boromir were told to keep the east doors ajar, while I watched the door immensely. Feet could beard from the other side. For a second everything was silent, then there were rings and clatter against the walls on the other side.

Before Boromir could seal the door Gandalf rushed to his side." Stop! Do not seal it." he opened the opened the door ajar by a few inches and spoke through it. " Who comes to disturb the tomb of Balin? Lord of Moria." he said in a booming voice. There was hoarse laughter but beside that all was quiet. The drums from far off could be heard, but they were faint.

The wizard thrust his staff into the small crack and lit up the hall. Arrows whistled towards the door, barely missing Gandalf as he sprang back and slammed it shut.

" They are the black Uruks of Morodor. Many of them. They are hanging back, but they may attack at any moment." The trio retreated themselves to the other side of chamber, though Gimli still stood on the tomb. The door was attacked by blows from the orcs. It was hit couple more times till a small segment of it was wedged open. Huge green scaly arms thrust through the small gap and searched for the lock.

I sent several arrows towards the gap. The orcs squealed and drew back their arms, but more came through. To my left, Boromir leapt forward and swung at the arms, he was followed by Frodo who managed to stab one of the orcs and Aragorn. But they could not hold them back, Rams and hammers were slammed against the door and the wall right next to it.

It cracked open inch by inch. I shot a few more arrows through the hole and was awarded by the dying shrieks of the enemy. In return arrows whistled through the widening gap. Some arrows swirled and hit the Northern wall. With the rams and hammers being hit against the wall and the arrows, it feel into a crumbling heap. Orcs filled in one after another into the chamber. How many? I could not count. Taking a score of arrows I shot each orc that surged in through the hole, the door had already fallen. The others that escaped my arrows would meet the swords and daggers of my companions.

The men of the group slew many, Gimli swung his axe at any orc who dared come close enough to the tomb.

From behind me I heard Gandalf yell " Now we leave." he motioned us towards the eastern door." Let us go before the troll comes" Trolls? He did not tell us of a troll, though it would make sense for them to inhabit here. Before everyone could retreat , Merry and Pippin were cornered by a huge chieftain. The orc was thrown to the ground by Boromir's sword and shield. It somehow managed to dodge Aragorns' sword and thrust his spear straight at Frodo. The hobbit was hurled against the wall and fell with a thud.

I shot an arrow at the chieftain and he was slain instantly. " Now" Gandalf shouted." It is our last chance to run." Aragorn pick Frodo up and made for the stairs. With Merry and Pippin followed from behind. I had to drag Gimli away; his fight was brave, but I did not want him to end like his kin. In front of me, I could see Frodo actually standing? How could this be? Not a good time to think.

" Off you go. Go down the stairs all of you. Do not wait for me. Go now!" Does he wish us to abandon him? I certainly will not leave him.

" Do you expect us to let you hold the door yourself?" Aragorn shouted.

" Do as I say! Swords are no use here, Leave.

The passage was dark as the night, we had to grope our way down the flight of steps. At the top of the stair, there was a flash of white light. For a second it lighted up the whole tunnel. Then Gandalf came flying down the sown the stairs.

He urged us on. " Go!" we stumbled after him, wondering what he did. The beating of the drums did not cease. In fact they seemed to be getting closer. We continued to travel down the flight of steps, still no sound of pursuit. At the seventh flight, Gandalf halted. " It has gotten hot." he proclaimed. We ought to be at least on the Level of Gates. Very soon we should take a left-hand turn that will take us east."

We went on again. There was unmistakable light ahead. as we got closer, the light turned from a bright color to dark red. By then we could see our way as we entered another arch. The air surrounding us grew drastically hot.

" There is a devilry dwelling here, no doubt devised to greet us. But I know where we stand. This is the second hall of the old Moria, the gates are near. Beyond the eastern end, to the left we go that way, then across the bridge, up the stair and along a road through the first hall and out." We moved closer to the red blazing light. We were in another hall, but this one was longer. In the center stood tall pillars, they stood arched and carved like a mighty tree. Far down from the pillars stood to group pillars that stood over a pit.

Are we going to cross them? " Come. We must move fast." Gandalf said. As we ran, I could hear the sounds of the orc drums not far back. A shrill filled the hall, we have been seen! Arrows whistled around us, I did here Boromir snort something, but I couldn't make it out.

" The Bridge is near. When we cross you have to careful. It is awfully narrow." Suddenly at the end of the hall, the floor fell to an unknown depth. But there was no time to dwindle. "Lead the way Gimli. Pippin, Merry follow next." Gandalf yelled. We filed in a line and crossed the first hall. Behind us swarms of orcs charged. Trolls speared from the hordes, but that was not what filled me with terror. The ranks of orcs had cowered back and disappeared into the darkness. As is they were afraid of something.

Something is coming from behind them. We could not see it., To us it was a great shadow. It came out of the darkness, with flames sprinting off of it. Black smoke whirled around it. I fear we have met our match. So many stories I have heard from Glorfindel about it. Now I finally see it for myself. The fire blazed behind it, in its right hand, it held a stabbing whip of fire.

" Alas! " I wailed. " A Balrog! It has come." From the end of the company, Boromir blew his horn. In response many shouts and hisses from the hidden Uruks and Orcs.

" Over the bridge." Gandalf shouted. We moved across the bridge carefully. Have way there Gandalf halted and faces the Balrog. The men were the first to see and they stood their ground. We halted just a few feet ahead of them by a doorway. We all were unable to let our leader face his doom.

I would never think of deserting him. The Balrog had already reached the bridge by the time we were on the other side. It inched forward just enough to stand on the edge of the pit. " You shall not pass!" I heard him yell. A dead silence filled the entire hall. " I am the wielder of the flame of Undun. Go back to the shadows." he brung forward the flame he wielded and shone its glimmer towards the Balrog." You shall not pass!"

The Balrog did not answer. It stepped forward and out of the shadows was brought his sword of fire. The sword and flame came into contact with a loud clash. Gandalf managed to drive its swords blow back and break its sword. A loud roar came from it , and with a gigantic leap, he jumped onto the bridge.

The bridge could not hold the weight plus the impact of the leap, and so it broke apart. The Balrog fell with a terrible cry. Though Gandalf had managed to grab hold of the end of the broken bridge before he fell. But before Boromir and Aragorn could rush to his aid, a familiar whip-like tongue of fire sprang forward from the darkness and wrapped itself around the old wizards ankle.

" Run you fools" and he was gone.

I was paralyzed with horror, as I stared at the empty pit. No! I did not hear Aragorns cry. My bewilderment was to great. We stumbled through the stairs clumsily and beyond the heavily built door, with Aragorn leading and Boromir after. We ran on as the lights grew brighter. The last hall was past quickly, and the great gates had appeared in from of us. They were open, but guarded on each side by orcs. We ambushed the unsuspecting Orcs and swept forward.

As they sky came over us , we did not stop. We continued running for hours, until the great mountain disappeared from our view. Our grief over took us for a brief moment, some cried and some just silent. No longer did we hear the drums of orcs

To be continue.....

God I don't like that chapter. I'm sorry it was so late. when I came home last night I was to tired to write it. I hope you like it. I sure don't.

Thanks to all reviewers.

um To Redone

To Haldir's Heart and Soul

To Gondor and Mirkwood Unite.

Thanks to all that I missed too.

Here is a clip of the next chapter. Chapter 4: He leaned forward and placed a light kiss on his cheek. Little did he know they were being watched....."