Hello! Welcome to A Tale of Thirteen: Chapter 2, To The Mines of Moria! Applaud now! Those of you who did, I appreciate your reviews. I always enjoy constructive criticism! Now to answer some questions/comments in the reviews:
I personally wouldn't consider this a crossover. The plot is not from Wow and there aren't any specific characters from it. I only got ideas for the races used in my story from it. Besides that, the fairies in my story don't resemble any race that I know of in Wow. Besides which, I don't even play it.
This is a hypothetical 'What If..?' story. I am fully aware that these races and characters weren't in Tolkien's original works. That's why it's a FANFICTION.
Also, Elrond wasn't threatening her with something serious. Actually, it's quite funny. You'll see... He knew that going on the journey would be good for her, and that she was way too self-absorbed and stubborn to volunteer on her own.
I never said that the abilities of the Drows and Fairies were magic. They are genetic traits that they happen to possess, just like the elves having pointy ears, or their skill with bows and arrows.
I'll try not to use as many of the movie lines in the future. The 2nd chapter didn't have very many.
Lastly, I didn't say that the races oppress their women (least I don't remember directly saying that...). I've only seen the movies, so sorry if I get something wrong. Women are hardly warriors or anyhing. There weren't any major female characters (except Arwen who I didn't care for, and Eowyn who only fought because she disobeyed orders). Eowyn was the only female warrior there was that I know of, and she was a closet one at that, and Galadriel was the only woman in power that I know of.
Well, I hope I answered your concerns okay. If you have any more questions, please ask!
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And so the Fellowship journeyed on. They did not run into anything as bad as the wargs after their little skirmish.
Eventually, the group came to a mountain that they began climbing. The wind and snow wore the journeyers out...
"I hate this mountain..." Slyan complained between chattering teeth. She was particularly susceptible to cold. Her lips were tinged blue and she had become rather pale, quite alarming since she was normally black. Barak the Centaur trudged on. Annamaria was riding on Renor's back bundled up.
Atarimae jumped as Frodo, kitty corner in front of her a little bit, tumbled backward.
"Frodo!" Aragorn called. He helped the little Hobbit brush himself up. Boromir, closer than Atarimae, bent down and stood up, with the Ring dangling from his hand. He stared at like some of great worth... something precious...
"Boromir..." Aragorn called softly.
"Give it back to Frodo," Slyan told him firmly. Boromir looked at her, out of his reverie. He span around and threw the Ring at Frodo's feet.
"As you wish. I care not," spat Boromir, spinning around and going on.
"Whatever..." Slyan mumbled, going ahead as well.
They wore on and the weather got worse. Now trudging through a blizzard, the Fellowship looked like stinkier shit than before. Annamaria look up weakly.
"What's that...?" she asked, her ears tilted upward.
Legolas looked to the side. "There is a fell voice in the air!" he told the others.
"Well, that's just great, huh?" Slyan said sarcastically. Her words betrayed her feelings. The cold was really getting to her. It was mostly humid in the Drows' cave homes, and Slyan was not used to the severe weather.
"It's Saruman!" Gandalf yelled above the howling wind. As he was yelling, rocks above the group started to tumble toward them. The Fellowship braced themselves.
"He's trying to bring down the mountain!" Aragorn yelled.
"We have to go back!" Barak added.
"No!" Gandalf replied. The voice in the air got louder, and Gandalf started chanting. He was too late, and lightning struck the mountain above the journeyers. Snow came tumbling down as the Fellowship braced themselves.
After they had finally gotten out of the snow, Bormir piped up, "We must get off the mountain! Make for the Gap of Rohan, and take the west road to my city!"
"The Gap of Rohan takes us too close to Isengard!" Aragorn told him.
"We cannot pass throught a mountain. Let us go under it! Let us go through the Mines of Moria," Gimli suggested.
"Yes, I like that plan. Nice, warm underground caves..." Slyan said longingly.
Gandalf, looking defeated, said, "Let the Ring-bearer decide."
"We sure can't stay here all day!" Slyan said angrily.
"This will be the death of the Hobbits!" Boromir piped up.
Everyone looked expectantly at Frodo. "We will go through the mines, " he said with finality.
"So be it," the Wizard said sadly.
"You got somethin' to say o the class, Wizard? Speak up!" Slyan said, picking up on his hesitation.
He merely turned and looked hardly at her. She shrunk back a bit at his gaze.
The group moved on and approached the Mines. Frodo went ahead to talk with Gandalf.
As they came closer, Gimli gasped. "The walls... of Moria," he said, pointing. And indeed, they were walls. Plain stone walls.
"Uh, yeah, those ARE walls. Where's the freakin' door?" Slyan asked, shivering a little bit.
"Dwarf walls are invisible when closed," Gimli told them, smug at him knowing something she did't.
"Indeed, their own masters cannot find them if their secrets are forgotten," the Wizard said.
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Legolas said rhetorically. Gimli wisely chose not to say anything. The group came upon the 'doors'. Gandalf was mumbling to himself. The wall suddenly started glowing, the shape of a door appearing in a white outline.
"Ooh, pretty!" Annamaria, now a bit better, exclaimed.
"It reads, 'The Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak, friend, and enter'," Gandalf translated.
"Well that's poetic and all... but what in the world does that mean?!" Slyan asked impatiently.
"It's simple... If you are a friend, you speak the password and the doors will open," Gandalf explained patiently. He pressed his staff to the 'door' and started chanting.
Lo and behold, nothing happened. He tried another chant. Nothing happened.
"Nothing's happening," Pippin said matter-of-factly. Atarimae game him an amused look.
After that, Gandalf tried some old-fashioned pushing and shoving. He started mumble-complaining to himself, something about knowing lots of spells and languages and other boring stuff like that.
"What are you going to do then?" Pippin asked.
"Knock your head against these doors, Peregrin Took! And if that does not shatter them, and I am allowed a little peace from foolish questions, I will try to find the opening words," Gandalf yelled impatiently. Then the chanting began anew as the group sat around waiting.
"This is so stupid..." Annamaria complained as Aragorn set the pony loose.
Pippin started tossing rocks into the water. Slyan went up beside him and picked up a flat rock. "Try this," she said. The held the rock and tossed it in sideways. The rock skipped 5 times.
"Wow!" the Hobbit said. As he raised his arm to try to imitate her, Aragorn grabbed it.
"Do not disturb the water," he told them, his face a picture of seriousness.
"Do not disturb the water," Slyan mimicked grumpily.
"It's no use!" Gandalf gave up. He didn't notice the ripples in the water.
Frodo stood up. "It's a riddle," he enlightened the Wizard. "Speak 'friend', and enter. What's the Elvish word for 'friend'?"
"Mellon," Gandalf told him. Lo and behold, the doors started opening. The group walked in.
"Soon, Master Elf, you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the dwarves. Roaring fires, malt beer, ripe meat off the bone!" Gimli said longingly.
"I could go for some of that beer..." Slyan daydreamed.
"This is the home of my cousin Balin, and they call it a mine. A mine!"
Gandalf lit up his staff.
Looking around in horror, Boromir said, "This is no mine..."
"It's a tomb," Barak finished. Just then everyone started noticing the skeletons on the ground. Renor wrinkled his snout in disgust.
"Noooo!" Gimli cried in agony, seeing his brethren's skeletons. Legolas yanked an arrow out of a skull and examined it.
"Goblins," the Elf said in alarm. Everyone drew their weapons.
"We shouldn't have come here," Atarimae said calmly.
"We make for the Gap of Rohan," Boromir said.
"Get out!" Barak told everyone. Surprisingly, everyone started to obey. Or the would have if the giant tentacle hadn't grabbed Frodo and stated dragging him away.
"Frodo!" everyone called.
"Strider!" Sam called. Aragorn turned around at his call. The Hobbits hacked the tentacle off Frodo and dragged him back from the shore. Many more tentacles came out of the water and started grabbing at the journeyers, who were fighting back. A tentacle grabbed Frodo again and dangled him above it's hideous mouth, him screaming all the while.
It dropped Frodo, distracted by its tentacles getting hacked off. Frodo dropped into Boromir's arms. He set Frodo down and started running toward the mines.
"Into the mines!" Gandalf yelled. The Fellowship did as he bade. Legolas launched a last arrow at the beast, causing it to flail around. As the group ran into the cave, it started caving in.
Then all was dark.
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