Hello, and thank you all my reviewers! This chapter is fun, fun, fun! So I won't say anything. It is unfortunately shorter then my other ones. But it makes up with content. Enjoy, need 5 reviews please.
The Grey Dwarves swarmed towards the fellowship, watching from his perch Kirrath contemplated the oncoming battle, would the fellowship fight? If not then he would have to intervene. A Grey Dwarf thrust his sword at the one human…Aragorn, Kirrath thought his name was…Aragorn deflected the blade and thrust his sword into the Dwarf's gut. And then all chaos erupted; the fellowship launched into action, the ground grew slick with blood as the corpses of Grey Dwarves built up on the floor.
A Dwarf got past the fellowship and made towards the Hobbits, the hobbits fought with a fury, but were no match for the overwhelming numbers as one by one the Dwarves slipped past the fellowship's defenses. Kirrath decided that this was the time to intervene; with careful deliberate actions he cut his side, just enough that it looked bad, but wouldn't hinder him, and he walked over towards the Dwarves.
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Where was the Drow? Legolas wondered as he cut down his fifth dwarf. Gimli was having a hard time of this, these were his kin that he was killing, corrupt perhaps, but kin none the less. Legolas felt sympathy for the Dwarf, as he understood where the apprehension came from; the cause was his with the orcs. Orcs were, in a sense, elves, corrupted, evil, but they had been elves.
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Boromir saw the Dwarves slip past his defenses heading towards the hobbits, he growled in defiance and tried to get to them but dozens more Dwarves blocked him. He called out a warning to the hobbits, and resumed fighting not knowing if they had heard. After a moment screams of pain, and terror filled the air; Boromir looked back as Dwarves rushed past and felt his eyes widen at what he saw.
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Gimli felt his gut wrench every time his ax cut into another Dwarf's flesh, he felt sick, and horrified; these were his kin, he should not have to cut them down. A scream from some of them, near the back of the group, reverberated off the cave walls, and Gimli saw the strangest sight.
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Kirrath leapt among the Grey Dwarves, his sword weaving a deadly dance, leaving none who came in contact with it alive. The dwarves noticed the Drow; they ran from him in terror, the Drow's reputation of torturing their victims had been burned into all of the Grey Dwarves. Kirrath slaughtered the Dwarves without mercy, laughing all the while. He had forgotten how much fun it was to invoke terror into the hearts of others. Then suddenly they were gone, all of the Dwarves, none left.
Kirrath purposely staggered, clutching at his bleeding side. It didn't really hurt him much, he had been trained to ignore pain, but he would have to be convincing. The Fellowship paused to look at him, amazed that one man could cause such terror. But he needed help they reasoned so they went over to help.
Kirrath, as he leaned on a rock, apparently to ease the pain in his side, felt a strange vibration, as if the rock were alive; the rock he leaned on didn't feel quite right; he looked up, and noticed then that it wasn't a rock at all. Kirrath tried to jump back but it had him firmly in its grasp. This was not going as he had planned; he thought as he felt himself being lifted, he was doomed.
Ha, ha, ha, ha! What is going to happen to poor Kirrath? What horror are they facing now? Enjoy the suspense! Please review. And an answer to one review: The fellowship couldn't see in the underdark because it is pitch black in caves. There is no light, and even Elves, Dwarves, and Hobbits need some light to see by. And yes it is true that Gimli would be able to keep some sense in direction, but it is more interesting if he has to rely on Kirrath for a while. Enjoy the story!