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Chapter 2: Painful Losses

Arrows flew through the air, piercing orcs in the head and body. Boromir slew three orcs in a row. His sword moved swiftly with every stroke. Arahfen cackled with delight as she sliced her blades through the necks of two orcs. Aragorn drew his sword and cut into an orc's stomach. He then quickly turned and cut off the head of another. All of a sudden the doors of the chamber where torn down. There, emerging from the dust and rubble, was a cave troll. Sam cried out as he dodged the monstrous troll's club and ran behind him. Legolas took out three arrows and aimed them at the troll's head. Gimli swung his ax at a larger orc, slicing off his head. He looked to Arahfen. An orc had her in his grip. It snarled at her and brought his scimitar to her head.

"I will not give up that easily!" She exclaimed.

She then slit the orc's stomach open. Black blood rushed from the wound. Arahfen bit into the orc's neck and spat out its flesh. Gimli grimaced and turned to kill an orc that was coming at him.

"That was a close one," he murmured.

Gandalf ran and killed two orcs. Where was Frodo? He searched the chamber with his eyes, now seeing the battle that was before him. He had to get the fellowship to safety. His eyes landed on Frodo. The cave troll was getting ready to kill him, his small, beady eyes glowing with sickening glee. All of a sudden, Aragorn stabbed at his heart with a gigantic spear. Unfortunately, the troll's skin was thick and the spear's blade only wounded him. The troll then knocked Aragorn unconscious against a stonewall. Arahfen cowered and cried out in pain at exactly the same moment. Blood started to pour from her hands as the blades sank back into them. She screamed, showing physical pain. Blood started to slowly drip from her mouth. All the orcs ran from her in fear.

Some cried out, "Demon witch! She's a demon witch!" and others just cursed in their own tongue.

The cave troll was too determined to kill Frodo that he didn't even notice. Gandalf, seeing what had happened, practically flew at the orcs, sword in hand, slicing through every orc he saw. Finally, Aragorn awoke and continued to kill the orcs. Arahfen wiped the blood from her face, feeling fully refreshed, and got up as the blades grew from her hands again. She looked around the room. Frodo had become cornered by the giant cave troll. Arahfen dodged an orc's scimitar and slice it's arm off. She looked back at Frodo. The troll was bringing his spear back to kill him.

"No," she whispered.

Everyone froze. Boromir finished off the last orc. They were too far away from Frodo to save him from the troll's spear. The sound of breath slipping away rang through their ears. With a loud thud Frodo fell to the ground.

"NO!" Pippin screamed as he jumped onto the troll's back.

Merri followed with his sword. They began to stab violently at the troll's neck. The troll swung around and tried to get them off his back. Merri was thrown to the ground, but Pippin still held on. With all of his strength, he stabbed into the troll's neck with his sword. The troll jerked his head up. Arahfen pounced onto the troll's back and dug her blades into his skin. The troll cried out in pain. Legolas took an arrow out and shot the troll in the throat. The troll was dumbfounded. His eyes rolled back. Arahfen took one hand from his back and used her strength to push him to the ground. The troll fell causing dirt and dust to fly up around him. Pippin was thrown to the ground. Arahfen ripped her hand from the troll's skin, her blades covered in its black blood. Everyone rushed to Frodo.

Aragorn knelt beside him. "Oh no," he sighed and turned Frodo on his back.

Frodo gasped for air.

"He's alive!" Sam exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise.

"I'm not hurt," Frodo said, sitting up, "Just got the wind knocked out of me, that's all."

Aragorn eyes flooded with confusion. "I don't understand," he said, "That spear would've skewered a wild boar!"

"I think there's more to this hobbit than meets the eye," Gandalf said, smiling.

Frodo unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a coat of mithril. Gimli's eyes opened wide with amazement. Gandalf laughed lightly and shook his head.

"Mithril…" Gimli whispered.

They heard more screams coming from behind them.

"To the bridge of Khazad Dum," He said.

The fellowship ran out of the room and through the dwarf city, followed by Arahfen. Orcs emerged from every crack and hole you could see. They crawled down from the pillars like giant spiders getting ready to feed. They surrounded the fellowship and screamed at them, showing their teeth. Their eyes glowed green and sharp. Their fangs were stained with black blood. All of a sudden their screams stopped. A loud thud sounded, like a giant door was opening. A red light grew in the distance. A loud growl swallowed the room. The orcs started to run in fear. Soon, the fellowship was left alone.

"Gandalf?" Aragorn asked, "What is it?"

"It is a Balrog," he answered, "A demon, his powers are greater then you could ever imagine."

Everyone became tense with fear.

"RUN!" Gandalf said.

They ran and ran as fast as they could, Arahfen always at Gandalf's side. They came to a sudden dead end. Boromir almost fell into the oblivion before him. Aragorn saved his fall and they continued to run. Rumbles and roars grew louder, feet where falling harder, heart beats grew faster until suddenly they reached the bridge.

"Go, run across the bridge!" Gandalf cried, "FLY!"

He let everyone pass onto the bridge until he was left standing alone. The Balrog towered over him, flames wreathed his black body, his tail whipped about furiously, his eyes glowing with blood red hate. Gandalf turned and ran across the bridge. He came to the middle and turned to face the demon before him. He glanced back at his companions. Fear flooded their minds as they realized what Gandalf would do.

Gandalf spoke calmly, but fiercely, "You shall not pass."

"Gandalf!" Frodo cried and began to run towards him.

Boromir held him back. Arahfen's eyes locked onto Gandalf. Memories began to engulf her mind…She will not go to Rivendell…She must stay here…She cannot learn of her father! …. Rocks are falling, must find shelter, NO! Must kill the King of Lies! She shook her head as she came back to reality. A bright light began to encircle Gandalf. The Balrog's flaming sword came down to Gandalf, but was blocked by the light.

"You shall not pass!" Gandalf said as he crashed his sword and staff into the stone.

The bridge cracked, the Balrog began to fall. Gandalf turned around, pleased that his deed was done. All of a sudden, a flaming whip snapped around his leg and pulled him down.

"No," Arahfen said, gritting her teeth.

Gandalf struggled to get up, "Fly, you fools!" he said.

Frodo watched as Gandalf lost his grip on the rock and fell.

"NOOOOO!" He cried with sadness.

Tears began to stream down his cheeks. Arahfen stood in shock. Arrows flew past her head. She stared forward and fell to her knees. A sharp scream passed from her lips as she cried. A hand grabbed her arm and pulled her up. It was Aragorn.

"We must leave now," he said.

"NO!" Arahfen screamed, "NO! I cannot leave!"

Aragorn pulled her away from the bridge and took her up the stairs and out the doorway. Arahfen struggled hard, but Aragorn would not loosen his grip. Outside the sky was covered with gray clouds. Arahfen gave up her struggle, fell to ground and wept. Everyone cried in disbelief. Gandalf the Grey was no more.

A/N: I finally finished this chapter. It always takes me weeks to finish one chapter because I have so many other ones to take care of. I just need the inspiration and I'm good to go. ANYWAYS. I hope you actually like the story, I do.