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Chapter Six
All Kinds Of Pain
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Rules for gender Change By the One Ring Of Sauron
5.) Womanhood will bring pain and trial. Battle as come to those people and great shall be the woe. The pain of death and grief will add to thy already overtaxed body. There should be weeping and eating of chocolate for comfort.
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By morning Frodo was in great pain and experiencing the worst aspects of being a woman. The rest of the Fellowship wanted to help, but most were too embarrassed or totally lacking in knowledge to aid the suffering Ring bearer.
"But I thought you had lots of sister!" Boromir said pointing at Legolas with her sword, "How come you can help her?"
Legolas pushed the sword tip away and said, "I'm afraid that it doesn't quite work that way Human. Elven women don't…well, that is they don't …Look, when tow elves really love each other…"
"Oh for heaven's sake!" Aragorn interjected. The Dúnedain woman turned to Boromir and said, "Elven men and women have the ability to choose when they create a child. When they wish to procreate both of them…make the conscious decision and only then do the women go through this…process."
"Oh." Boromir said very red in the face, "I see."
Although in reality she wasn't quite sure what Aragorn meant. The hobbits were clustered together with the wizard receiving an explanation of what was happening to Frodo and would likely happen to them. To the poor Fellowship nothing could have been worse.
There were those among them that had nothing to worry about. Gandalf and Aragorn were too old to worry about anything as horrific as…womanhood in that way. As was Legolas for reason already explained.
But for the other young women it was only a horrible waiting game until they too were visited by this horror. But for the time being they resumed their trek through the darkness of Moria, Frodo walking in the middle with her friend and cousins all around her.
When they reached the dusty rumble that was Balin's tomb Gimli broke. She cried and raged and gently brushed away the dust and cobwebs from the runes that spelled his name. "I'd hoped at least." she wept, "That he'd be alive."
Gandalf raised the fragile book from the hands of the slain dwarf and read the terrifying lines, "They have taken the bridge and the second hall. We have barred the gates, but cannot hold them for long. The ground shakes. The drums, drums in the deep. We cannot get out. A Shadow moves in the dark. We cannot get out. They are coming."
Just then when they were all feeling the effects of the reading and the fatigue of the days walk, a shattering clang and crash of metal on stone shook the room. They whirled to find Pippin staring down into an old well the end of an arrow in her fingers.
It didn't take Gandalf long to react, "Fool of a Took! Next time throw yourself in and rid us of your stupidity!"
Frodo felt a horrible feeling of dread come over her and she drew Sting fully from its sheath, "Gandalf!" she cried, "Orcs!"
Gandalf shoved the frail little hobbit lasses back into the shadows, "Stay back." she commanded, "Don't move unless there is no other choice!"
During this time Boromir, Aragorn and Legolas were hurling anything against the door that they could find. Gimli had hoisted herself onto the tomb and cried, "Let them come! There's one dwarf yet in Moria that still draws breath!"
Boromir panted, 'They have… a…. cave troll….with them!"
"Great!" Legolas groaned, "Just what we needed!"
The two women and elleth positioned themselves at the gate to meet the first onslaught. Gandalf stood with her staff and sword held together in on power pair pointed toward the door. The orcs did not waste time. Powered by the drive for fresh meat they plunged forward in a sickening frenzy. They had no idea that the power that burned in the Fellowship for life and even greater freedom for Middle Earth.
The orcs burst into the room, and stopped dead. Here were not the men or dwarves they had hoped to kill but a group of women! Their confusion was short lived as they hurled themselves forward into the battle.
The first wave of orcs fell to the flashing arrows of Legolas and Aragorn, and even more copses fell under the whirring power of Boromir's blade. All the pent up energy and emotion of the last few weeks. Maybe they were women, but women fight like cats when anyone comes too close for comfort.
The battle would have turned quickly had the cave troll not burst in and begun raining terror on all their heads. More orcs fell just from that torture creature seeking revenge on its masters.
The hobbits did their best, beaning as many orcs as possible with their deadly aimed rocks. Aragorn and Boromir fought back to back blades falling, tugging, biting, in a whirlwind of death. Gimli fought with the abandonment of grief and Gandalf with the knowledge that the quest could very well end here if they could not escape the cave alive.
Legolas swiftly saw that she alone would be able to kill the reeking troll. Finding a foothold her pulled herself over onto the rocky overhang and using arrows, and bow killed off the coming orcs.
With a deep breath and leap she was on the troll moving and swaying with the biking creature always managing to elude the clasping, cleaving hands. With deadly famous aim the pride of Mirkwood loaded her bow and with a cry to heaven plunged two arrows deep into the troll's skull. She leapt free just as it grabbed at her legs.
But in the fight the creature refused to die! The Fellowship watched helplessly as Aragorn was thrown into the pillar with a force that would have killed a lesser woman. Then Gandalf saw with horror that Frodo was cornered and helpless before the troll.
The spear fell and, her face twisting in agony, so did Frodo. With hatred burning in her eyes Legolas fired her last arrows into the troll's mouth and it thundered to the floor.
Dead.
The women all gathered around the motionless hobbit lass. Aragorn could not stop the tears from filling her eyes as she crouched beside the poor creature.
"Oh no."she whispered. But whne the hobbit was turned over she gasped and pulled air into her ungs in great gasps.
"She's a live!" Sam cried and flung her arms around Frodo and hugged her.
"You should be dead. That spear would have skewered a wild boar." Boromir said in disbelief.
Gandalf leaned on her staff and smiled, "I think there's more to this hobbit than meets the eye."
Frodo parted her shirt just a bit so the beauty of the mithril vest could be seen and Gimli chuckled, "You're full of surprises Master Baggins!"
But they could not rest for long. With the human's all but dragging the hobbits forward they fled through the caves. The walls seemed to come alive with orcs as they ran over the narrow stone staircases and through the great halls.
But when they had thought all would be lost at the hands of the milling orcs a thunder of flaming light grew in the end of the cavern. The orcs fled at the sound and sight and Gandalf's face fell. She knew, all too well, what threat they now faced.
"What is this new devilry?" Boromir panted.
"A Balrog. A demon of the ancient world. The foe is beyond any of you. Run!" Gandalf explained and then led the charge forward deeper toward the way out.
Finally when the Fellowship had crossed the bridge they looked back to see the frail wizard meeting the awesome black demon her sword and staff once again joined together her voice meeting thunder with thunder.
"Gandalf!" Frodo screamed desperately.
The wizard ignored the hobbit, concentrating all her power on the beast before her. "I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor! The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udûn!"
The Balrog rained fire and brimstone down on the wizard but her stance held firm. The power of ages breathed within her and all that is good and right held her up, "Go back to the shadow! You shall not pass!"
"No!" Frodo screamed again as the whip licked up through space and pulled the wizard down. Boromir lunged forward and grabbed the hobbit to her.
"No!" she cried, 'No! No!"
At that moment Gandalf called out once more, "Fly you fools!"
With that the wizard fell, far out of sight, so quickly that it was terrible. Boromir and Legolas dragged the hobbits out and away but Aragorn was paralyzed with shock. Her friend, the one who was to have guided them all was gone. In that moment she knew she had to keep the Fellowship safe.
When they reached the fading light of the outside they collapsed. Tears and cries echoed off the cold hard mountain as they held each other and wept. Boromir was the leaning ost for the weeping hobbits and Legolas looked to Aragorn her blue eyes filled with confused and fear.
"Aragorn? What…what can we do?" she whispered fearfully.
"We have to carry on." the Dúnedain said, her voice cracking a bit, "We have to reach Lothlorien by night fall. Quickly, get them up, we seek for Lady Galadriel."