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As the creatures broke through, Harry pointed his wand at the rampaging fiends and began to cast.
"Stupefy!" he yelled. The spell hit a monster full in the face, knocking it out.
He shot curses at the monsters, making them easier targets for the others.
Loud footsteps came from the hall beyond, making the old man pause for a second. "Get back!" he yelled. "Cave trolls!"
Harry blanched. Oh shit. Trolls. I'm gonna die.
Two massive trolls stomped into the room, swinging long maces on chains. There were three handlers for each of them, driving them towards the group. The handlers were urging them straight to the small people (hobbits, Harry guessed).
Harry levitated large pieces of fallen masonry at the cave trolls, attempting to club them in the head. Unfortunately, it didn't work. The trolls just roared and tried to kill them harder.
"Oh Merlin, oh Merlin, oh Merlin." Harry whimpered.
One of the trolls was heading straight for one of the hobbits. It snarled and chased him around a pillar, looking this way and that while the hobbit in question darted around the column. The hobbit nervously edged around a corner… and the troll howled in his face. It slammed him with its mace, smashing him into the wall and it bringing down about them.
"Frodo!" The other hobbits attacked the troll. One of them, Harry observed, was hitting it with a cast-iron frying pan. He rained spells on the troll, trying desperately to aid the hobbits in their plight.
He looked at Frodo. The hobbit was slumped against the wall, making horrible gulping noises.
Boromir and the other dark-haired man were focused on the other troll. Legolas and the short man were killing monsters left, right, and centre, keeping them away from their friends. Harry stared in wonder at the short mans' huge battleaxe for moment, amazed that he could carry such a thing.
While he wasn't paying attention, a sword came into his line of sight. A monster was holding it, trying to stab him. Harry frantically squished down in the crack, cursing Boromir for putting him there. He shot a blasting curse at the fiend, blowing it into the opposite wall. It picked itself up, looking furious.
"I'll give you a painful death, you ruffian!" it screamed.
Harry wormed out of the crevice. The creature rushed him, intent on his agonizing demise. He ducked under its sword, only to have to jump out of the way as it came whirling back at him. His twisted leg was slowing him down, he realized. If the monster sped up even a little bit, he would die. He shot a few curses at it experimentally. They didn't seem to have much effect on the monster, except to irritate it. Harry gulped. He was nearly useless with a sword. The only time he had handled one was in the chamber of secrets, rather inexpertly.
He scooped rocks off the ground, throwing them at the creature. Hopefully they would knock it out. As he threw them, he saw something glinting on the ground. He hurled more stones at the monster, trying to see what it was.
It was a dagger. Of course, more of a short sword to him, but still… Harry lunged for it, scrabbling madly in the debris. Just as his fingers touched it, a hand wrapped around his neck and hoisted him into the air, shaking him roughly.
"Little halfling trying to stab me then, eh?" The monster snarled as it turned Harry round to face it. It tightened its hold on his neck, slowly strangling him. Harry kicked it wildly, thrashing around in his desperate attempts to get free. He wrenched his head back and forth, but to no avail. Spots were beginning to form in front of his eyes. His lungs rebelled, crying out for air… He was weakening. His struggles to escape became feebler. Just as the vile monstrosities face was being blotted out by darkness, he was released from its grasp.
He fell coughing and spluttering to the floor. Oxygen flowed into his lungs. He opened his eyes and saw the hobbit with the portable kitchen bashing its head in with its frying pan.
The hobbit hurried over to Harry. "Are you alright?" he asked anxiously. He patted him down, checking for injuries.
Harry considered his question. "I feel… like someone tried to choke me to death." he wheezed. He looked around and staggered to his feet. "How's… what's his name… Frodo?"
"I'll help you over to him. Name's Samwise Gamgee, by the way. Most call me Sam, though."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Harry."
Sam helped Harry limp to Frodo. The old man was bent over him.
"This hobbit has a secret." he stated. He pushed away Frodo's tunic. Underneath it he was wearing a small coat of silver-metal, as Harry called it.
"I've seen that before!" he said happily. "There's lots of it in here."
The stout man turned around. "Where is it?"
"Off the hall where the king monster sits in his throne. You wouldn't be able to get in there, you're too tall."
"Those monsters are called orcs. They are extremely nasty." the old man told him.
"There isn't time to find this mythril that he speaks about, Gimli." The old man said. "My name is Gandalf the Grey. With me are Boromir of Gondor, Gimli the dwarf, Legolas the elf-prince of Mirkwood, Aragorn the ranger, and Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin, hobbits of the Shire. And you are?"
"Harry."
"Son of…" Aragorn prompted.
Harry decided to have a bit of fun. "My name is Harry, son of Harry."
"That's pretty unoriginal." Pippin said.
"My ancestors were very boring people. Every male's name in my family is Harry."
Everyone looked a bit horrified at this.
"Doesn't it get confusing?" Merry asked.
"Oh, it would. But I'm the last surviving member of it, so that's all right. If I ever have children, I intend to call them all Harry. Especially the girls. Hopefully I'll start a new family tradition."
Shocked stares.
"Come on, everybody!" said Gandalf the Grey. "We must leave now!"
They followed him out of the hall to the beating and yodeling of the orcs.
"I don't trust you," Boromir hissed. "You appear out of nowhere, and shoot coloured lights at the orcs that take them down. Where do you come from?"
"I come from a place that I have never returned to. I live here now. Moria is my home, even if it is a rather dangerous one."
Boromir huffed and grabbed his arm. "Gandalf, what are we going to do with him?" he whisper-yelled.
"Take him with us, of course. We can't exactly leave him here for the orcs to find. He'd tell them all about us within minutes, most likely without torture."
What, leave Moria? A look of dismay came upon Harrys' face. He loved Moria! He didn't want to just up and go! He didn't want to go at all!
Wait a minute. Had Gandalf just insinuated that he was allied with the orcs? How dare he! That wasn't altogether nice!
Boromir looked at him, an expression of distaste on his visage, like Harry was some small disgusting thing. He picked Harry up by the scruff of his shirt and threw him over his shoulder as they ran through the tunnels.
Down they went, the orcs chasing them every step of the way. Soon they came upon an enormous hall with a glowing rift at the far end.
"What is that?" Frodo whispered.
The chasm was emitting a menacing aura of evil that seemed to crush any shred of bravery they had. Harry stared at it, feeling his gut clench in fear.
A horned, fiery head rose out of the crack.
It!
"Run!" Gandalf roared. "Run for your lives!"
Harry whirled around, running as fast as he could. He wasn't falling behind, despite his twisted leg. Fear lent him wings. He fairly flew down the tunnel, running madly to escape It.
They dashed down long, winding staircases; behind them the passage burned a furious red.
They raced down narrow, twisted staircases. Harry was starting to feel slightly dizzy from all the abrupt turns. Just as they were running down one of them, a chunk fell away with a large cracking noise. The group stopped dead.
"We'll have to jump."
Harry started and looked at Aragorn. He was contemplating the gap calmly, despite the fact that It was on their heels.
"I'll go first," Gandalf said firmly. "Aragorn will come next." He leapt across the break, sailing over it like a grey shadow.
Aragorn jumped across successfully, followed by Legolas. Boromir tossed Merry, Pippin and Sam over next.
It was Gimli's turn. He jumped over the gap, hitting the edge of the other side. He scrabbled at the rough stone, trying to drag himself back up. Legolas moved forwards and grabbed him by the beard, hauling Gimli up over the edge.
"Not the beard! Not the beard!" Gimli squawked. Once he was on the staircase he patted it gently.
Suddenly there was another cracking sound. Boromir, Harry and Frodo scrambled back just as the section of stairs they had been standing on crumbled.
They stared at the break for several seconds in a state of shock. When the stairs began to sway underneath them, they snapped out of it.
"Lean! Lean forwards!" Boromir roared. Harry did so, leaning towards the group as hard as he could. Slowly the staircase began to tilt in the direction of the others. When it crashed into the other side, Boromir, Frodo, and Harry jumped off. Reunited, the company continued blazing down the stairs once more. Behind them, they heard a furious roar and the stairway crumbling once more.
The company ran across a bridge that was so narrow they had to cross single file.
"This was a good defence of Moria," Gimli puffed. "The enemy would have to go across one by one, thus making them an easy target for archers."
Once they were on the other side, they looked over the bridge. On the other side was a horde of orcs and in front of the orcs was the Balrog. It stepped onto the bridge with the grace of a two-legged pig.
Gandalf strode onto the bridge, holding up his walking staff. "You shall not pass!" he bellowed.
The Balrog merely looked at him. Its face held no expression, but Harry imagined that It was chuckling in disdain of the puny man in front of him.
"YOU! SHALL! NOT! PASS!" Gandalf thundered. With a countenance of determination on his face, he slammed the staff into the ground.
A little ways beyond Gandalf the bridge collapsed. The Balrog plunged down, howling in fury.
Gandalf turned and made his way towards his companions.
Harry saw that his face was lined and weary. He was walking like an old man, using his staff to prop himself up.
Without warning, a fiery whip tore out of the chasm. Harry opened his mouth to shout out, but he was too slow. The fire whip wrapped itself around Gandalf's ankle, dragging him back into the rift. Just as he was about to go over, he clutched at the ledge. He struggled vainly to get up, but it was no use. He slumped back and stared desperately at them. "Fly!" he urged. "Fly, you fools!" With those last parting words, he dropped down after the Balrog.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" Frodo screamed. "GANDALF!" His voice broke in sadness. He tried to run after Gandalf, but he was held back by Aragorn.
Harry shut his eyes at the look of grief on Frodo's face. Boromir scooped him up. With orcs shooting arrows at them, they ran out of Moria to the world above.
A/N: Aren't you proud of me? I finished it in less than a week! Woo-hoo! I worked my butt off for this, you know. Two thousand and nineteen words… wow. Anyways, see ya next chapter, people! Read on!
A/N: I have extreme writer's block on this. I just can't figure out what happens next! Does anyone have any suggestions? I can't think of ANYTHING. HELP!