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Kirrath struggled, trying to free himself from the two massive claws of a hook-horror, the denizen of the underdark was huge; the size of a troll and armored with plates that were harder then steel, the most prominent feature of this being was the two gigantic hooks that could crush rocks as if they were nothing. And Kirrath was caught in them.
Kirrath did all in his power to free himself, but couldn't, the huge claws started to crush his ribs, and one trapped arm, he felt blood trickling from wounds under his fine chain mail. Help, his mind called out, but he refused to even scream, though the pain was near unbearable; instead he berated himself as to how stupid he had been to let his guard fall so easily, and he knew where one hook-horror was there was bound to be more.
Suddenly the huge claw, that was crushing him, loosened and a horrible cry of anguish and anger broke loose from the hook-horror; Kirrath sensed that this was the best time to make his escape, he reached for his sword, but it wasn't there, ignoring that fact, he pulled a long dagger from the sheath that dangled on a thread from his neck and jabbed it into the soft fleshier part between the joints of the claws. The creature hollered angrier then before, letting Kirrath drop to the floor.
Kirrath positioned himself to roll as soon as he came into contact with the ground, but as he hit the ground pain erupted all over his body, he couldn't cry out, it hurt to much, all he could do was lay there and wait for his certain death.
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The fellowship saw their Drow companion get picked up by a huge monstrous beast; he was getting crushed in a claw that seemed to big to be real. Legolas, his hands moving faster then sight, notched an arrow and sent it flying into one of the beast's small eyes. How the thing howled! It loosened its hold on the Drow but not enough to let him escape; the Drow, however, took care of that, pulling a dagger from a hidden sheath about his neck, and stabbing at the beast. He fell hard to the ground, and Legolas saw didn't rise.
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Gimli launched an aggressive attack against the monster cutting behind its knee caps, the monster collapsed roaring. Aragorn rushed in and finished off the beast, cutting its throat.
Boromir turned, as he had heard a whisper behind him. It was their Drow companion; he made towards the black-skinned elf, and knelt beside him. The elf's wounds were horrific, they made Boromir want to gag, the elf's ribs were cracked and broken, he could see where the ribs had collapsed and snapped. The Drow's left arm was crushed and a bloody mess. The Drow tried to speak, but blood filled his mouth he swallowed it down determinedly.
"My pack…potions…heals…danger more mon…" Kirrath struggled to get the words past his lips.
"Where is your pack?" Boromir asked.
Kirrath reached into his Piwafwi, and pulled out a small black hole. Boromir looked at it skeptically, but reached inside; he was amazed to find that the potions Kirrath had asked for were right on the top of the pile of things the elf had in there. He showed them to Kirrath for approval, when the Drow nodded, he quickly un-corked one of them, pouring the contents down the Drow's throat. Immediately the elf was breathing easier.
"More…" the Drow murmured.
Boromir complied, pulling several more from the 'hole' and pouring them down the Drow's throat. Much to Boromir's surprise, the broken ribs healed, even the collapsed ones seemed to fix themselves. Though the Drow's arm did not heal to the same extent, it became clear that Kirrath would be able to use it again.
Aragorn went over to where Kirrath lay; he looked expecting to see the elf dying, with massive wounds, but instead the elf was just sleeping, and aside from his arm and minor scars and bruises was relatively fine. He looked to Boromir expectantly, the man explained in a hushed voice of the strange potions that the Drow had had in his strange pack. Aragorn just sighed, and went to speak with Gandalf. But a hand gripped his ankle firmly as he turned, he looked down expecting to see Boromir, but it was the Drow.
"You must get out of here!" The Drow said, though it was clear that even speaking pained him. "More hook-horrors will come!"
Aragorn looked into the Drow's blood-red eyes and saw no lies in them, a low rumble jolted Aragorn and the Fellowship to awareness.
"We must get out of hear!" Aragorn exclaimed, and without another word, he scooped up the Drow and ran into the depths of the underdark followed closely by the fellowship and the hook-horrors.
Ha, ha, ha, ha! I love cliff hangers, don't you? What will happen to the fellowship? They are running blindly into the underdark, and into the Gods of both middle earth and FR know what! What is going to happen? Oh the suspense. Oh and to explain…hook-horrors are denizens of the underdark. They occur frequently in many FR books set in the underdark. Not very nice beasts.