A/N: Sorry for the long wait, I've been busy with homework and packing for the move.
I just got a beta, Raina, or Muffy as I call her.
Disclaimer: I don't even know why I bother doing these. We all know that I don't own anything.
They entered an open hall. Elphaba looked around, and shivered. Fiyero wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close.
"What's wrong, love?" Fiyero asked, whispering, so no one else would here them.
"Nothing." Elphaba quickly said. Too quickly. Fiyero knew she was lying, but didn't press her farther. He would ask her again later. Fiyero looked around. The room had high ceilings, and smooth, gray walls. There was an open door leading into a second, smaller room.
"The Great Hall." Gimli stated proudly. Then he saw the other room. Sunlight streamed through a hole in the wall, lighting up the corpses littering the ground. Gimli ran into the room, falling to his knees before what looked to be a stone table. "NOOO!" Gimli cried, tears streaming down his face. He dropped his axe to the ground, burying his face in his hands. The rest of the company ran after him. It was not a stone table. It was a tomb.
"Here lies Balin, son of Fundin, Lord of Moria." Gandalf read. "He is dead then. It's as I feared." He put a hand on Gimi's shoulder, comforting him.
Elphaba looked around the room. Her eyes fell on a big, old, leather-bound book in one of the corpse's arms. She walked over to the corpse, and picked the book up. She opened the big book, trying to read the faded letters. She couldn't read it though it felt familiar.
"Gandalf!" Elphaba called, looking up at the old man. Gandalf looked at her, and seeing the book, he walked over to her, taking the book from her hands.
"We must move on, we can not linger!" Legolas said, turning to face Aragorn.
"Why? We're the only ones here." Glinda asked puzzled. "What do we have to worry about?"
"Glinda, who d you think murdered all these people?" Fiyero asked her, putting his hands on her shoulders. "They are not just going to disappear."
"Oh!" Glinda finally understood. She was not the brightest person in Oz, and though she had matured a lot since Shiz, she still acted like a dumb blond once in a while.
"They have taken the bridge…and the second hall," Gandalf started, reading the big book. Everyone looked up at him. "We have barred the gates…but can not hold them for long. The ground shakes." Pippin, who was holding Gandalf's hat and staff, backed away a little. Gandalf continued to read. "Drums…drums in the deep." The company looked around uncomfortably. Elphaba stepped back over to Fiyero, and he wrapped his arms protectively around her. "We cannot get out. A shadow moves in the dark."
Pippin turned around, no longer interested in what Gandalf was reading. He started playing with a skeleton sitting on top of a well.
"We cannot get out…" Gandalf looked up, pausing for a moment to look at the rest of the fellowship. His eyes wide with fear. "They are coming!"
The company looked around at each other. An uncomfortable silence hung upon them. Then a sudden crash interrupted the silence, and Glinda screamed. Gandalf spun around. Pippin stood there looking guilty. The rest of the skeleton, who had just lost its head, fell into the well, dragging with it, a bucket and a chain as well. The noise echoed through the room. Elphaba winced with each noise it made. If the enemy was still here, they would surely have heard it.
Gandalf slammed the book shut, grabbing his staff and hat from Pippin. "Fool of a Took! Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity!" Gandalf spat, and turned around from the hobbit.
"BOOM…BOOM!" Gandalf turned around looking down into the well. "BOOM-BOOM." The beat continued. The fellowship looked around, terror in their eyes.
"Frodo!" Elphaba cried, staring at Frodo's sword. He drew it. The lade shone blue.
"Orcs!" Legolas yelled, and pulled out an arrow.
"That doesn't sound good." Glinda whispered, her voice weak.
"It's not," Legolas said, and pulled her behind him. "Stay behind me." Boromir rushed over to the door to see what they were up against. An arrow zoomed past him, striking the door right next to his head. Aragorn and Fiyero ran to help him close the door.
"Get back! You stay close to Gandalf!" Aragorn called out to the hobbits.
"They have a cave troll." Boromir said, dismayed. They blocked the door with everything they could find. They all drew their swords, and Gimli jumped up on Balin's tomb, brandishing his axe in front of him.
"Aarrgghhh! Let them come! There is one dwarf yet in Moria who still draws breath!" Gimli yelled, his eyes gilled with anger.
The doors broke down, orcs swarming in like ants. There were so many of them, brandishing their weapons. Five orcs held chains in their hands, restraining a cave troll.
"Fiyero!" Elphaba called, and he ran to her side. Ready to help her. "I have an idea; I just have to find the right spell." She whispered to him , pulling the Grimmiere out of a bag she carried over her shoulder. She ducked down between Fiyero and the tomb, quickly browsing through the book, looking through for the right spell. She finally found it, chanting the spell quietly. She felt the magic grow inside her, as she continued to chant.
Then a bright white light illuminated the room. The spell was taking effect. Elphaba felt dizzy, all her energy draining from her body. The light disappeared, all the orcs and the cave troll, lay dead on the ground. The last thing Elphaba heard was Fiyero and Glinda calling her name as unconsciousness took over her body, and she fell to the ground.
A/N: There you have it. I'm on vacation, so I don't know when the next chapter will be up.