'Thoughts'
Hello everyone! I know it's been awhile since I updated this, but I am working on it. I'm also in other process of writing my next chapter for my other stories. Let me know what you think of them and, as always, read and enjoy. I'll try to update again soon.
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Merry and Pippin watched in shock as Frodo's eyes closed. Time seemed to stand still as everyone, Fellowship and orcs, stopped to see Frodo fall, and their fights continues with haste to quickly end the enemy. Sharing a determined glance, Merry and Pippin let out a battle cry of their own ad jumped onto the troll's back and began stabbing it repeatedly. Boromir and Gimli slashed at the troll's legs in a joint effort to make it fall, "Frodo!" Sam called and fought his way through to get to Frodo, Gandalf at first stared in shock as the hobbit he was closest to, besides Bilbo, had been stabbed with a spear, and continued his fight in anger towards the orcs and troll. Legolas maneuvered around the troll so its chain would wrap around one of the stone columns and ran on top of it, shooting it with an arrow in the back of the neck before jumping down and aiming another arrow directly at its throat.
The troll fell dead after being shot and the orcs had been defeated, giving the Fellowship a reprieve from the battle. Rushing to Frodo, Aragorn turned him over and was shocked when he heard Frodo gasp. "He's alive!" Sam called and dropped to his knees beside hi friend "I'm alright." Frodo replied. Aragorn's shoulders slumped as he sighed in relief "But how? That spear could have skewered a wild boar!" Aragorn stated, still curious. "I think there's more to this hobbit than meets the eye." Gandalf said with a smile and watched as Frodo opened his shirt to reveal a shirt of mithril rings underneath. "Mithril!" Gimli gasped in awe "You are full of surprises, Master Baggins." He stated, and froze when he heard more drums and screeching in the distance. Glancing at each other with concern, Gandalf turned to the Fellowship and said "To the Bridge of Kazad-dûm!" And pointed then in the direction of the bridge.
~Lothlorien~
Hérion, Haldír, Lance, Alice, Dean, Sam, and Skitty walked back to Lady Galadriel's conference room to discuss their journey to Autumn Wood. While there, they made a few plans in case they were stopped or ran into any problems. 'I know what it is your heart seeks, yet your mind denies it.' Alice looked over to Galadriel quickly in shock before turning back to Skitty and Dean's argument about Bregolien's elven guard. Alice had changed into a simple pale blue dress with off the shoulder sleeves, and looked just about fed up with the escalating fight. A knock on the door made Skitty and Dean stop and turn to the door while everyone else looked over calmly and curious. "Come in." Galadriel called softly with a small smile. The door opened to reveal an elleth with long blonde hair, bright water blue eyes and wearing a light purple dress. "You wished to speak with me, Lady Galadriel?" "Stella!" Alice said enthusiastically and practically jumped out of her chair to hug her friend. "Alice!" Stella said brightly as she returned the hug and turned to Galadriel. "Yes, I did indeed. I would like you to journey to Autumn Wood with Alice and Lance. I believe it would be good for you to venture to your friends home after a long time." Galadriel replied with a calm smile 'Do not deny where your heart wishes to go.' She spoke mentally in a knowing tone of voice. Stella smiled brightly as well and nodded as she sat down next to Alice.
~Moria~
The Fellowship ran out of the the room and back out into the hall, as fast as they could. The orcs appeared and circled around them, climbing down from the columns, walls, and out doors, surrounding them and getting ready to attack. A growling sound could be heard from the other end of the hall, then began to glow red, orange, and yellow. The orcs froze and trembled with visible fear and ran back to their hiding places, to wherever they had come from, if only to get away from the new arrival. "What is this new devilry?" Boromir asked quietly as Gandalf sighed and closed his eyes. "A Balrog-a demon of the ancient world. This foe is beyond any of you. Run!" Gandalf yelled as he turned the other way and urged the Fellowship to continue to run towards the bridge. As they ran, the growls of the Balrog became louder and shook the cavernous mountain with every fiery glow that followed them. When Boromir ran down a flight of stairs he almost fell, not noticing that it cut off abruptly.
Legolas quickly ran down the stairs and pulled Boromir back onto the platform, the rest of the Fellowship stopping just behind them to find that the staircase spiraled downward and continued on. The Fellowship was forced to stop once more as a gap in the stairs now stood in their way, the Balrog's fiery presence getting closer the longer they stood there. Legolas then took a step back and jumped over the gap, landing on the stairs across from his friends and looked to where they had previously come from and motioned to Gandalf to jump, who hesitated a moment before jumping the distance. Boromir grabbed hold of Merry and Pippin and also jumped, a part of the ceiling falling and taking a foot of the stairs with it. Legolas fired arrows at the orcs that tried to hit them from higher up and shot them directly between the eyes. "Sam!" Aragorn motioned for Sam to come towards him and threw him to Boromir. As he reached for Gimli, the dwarf held up a hand and stopped him. "Nobody tosses a dwarf!" He yelled over the commotion, and jumped the distance to the stairs, nearly falling back and was prevented from falling when Legolas grabbed him by the beard in time. "NOT THE BEARD!" Gimli shouted as he was pulled over by the elf and watched in shock as the ceiling took off a larger piece of the stairs, this one with Aragorn and Frodo still on it, forcing them to climb back up.
Aragorn held Frodo steady and told him to lean back as a portion of the stairs behind them was destroyed, then leaned forward to make the stairs fall towards their friends and jumped into their awaiting arms as the stairs collided and fell. The Fellowship continued on without looking back and crossed the bridge, all except Gandalf, who turned to face the Balrog that now stood before him. "You cannot pass!" Gandalf shouted. Frodo saw Gandalf standing on the bridge ad yelled his name in fear. "I am the servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. The dark fire will not avail you, Flame of Udūn!" He yelled, conjuring a sphere of light around himself as the Balrog brought down its fiery sword, only to be deflected. "Go back to the shadows!" The wizard yelled through clenched teeth as the Fellowship watched in shock and fear of what was about to happen. "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" Gandalf yelled as he held up his sword and staff together then slammed his staff onto the bridge.
As the Balrog took a step closer the bridge in front of Gandalf collapsed, taking the fiery monster with it. Everyone sighed in relief as Gandalf turned to walk across the bridge, but was suddenly pulled over the edge he had created with a final crack from the Balrog's whip. Hanging on to the edge by just his arms, Gandalf looks at the Fellowship and whispers his final words to them before letting go. "Fly, you fools!" Gandalf fell into the dark abyss of Moria after the Balrog. "Gandalf! No!" Frodo screamed as Boromir was forced to carry the hobbit out of the large cavern. "Aragorn!" Boromir called to the stunned ranger, who stared at where his old friend had fallen a moment longer before turning and after the others and outside. Boromir put Frodo down and held Gimli back from re-entering Moria with looks of shock and disbelief on their faces. Legolas, stunned, just stood where he was in momentary shock at losing one if his oldest and dearest friends, being immortal making it all the more harder to deal with.
Merry sat with Pippin and tried to give his friend some comfort as they both cried, Sam sat with his head in his hands and also cried for the loss of a dear friend. Aragorn sheathed sword and turned to Legolas with determination and a hint of hurt still in his eyes. "Legolas, get them up." "Give them a moment, for pity's sake!" Boromir pleaded as he turned to the ranger now in charge of leading their company. "By nightfall this hills will be swarming with orcs! We must reach the woods of Lothlorien. Come, Boromir, Legolas, Gimli, get them up." Aragorn replied as he turned and helped Sam up. "On your feet Sam. Frodo?" The ranger called frantically, turning towards the direction of Lothlorien to see Frodo walking ahead. "Frodo!" Aragorn called worriedly, and watched with the others as the hobbit turned towards them and allowed the tears to fall, being one of the many-or even few-hobbits to be more attached to the Gray Wizard than any other they had met on the quest so far. Aragorn quickly led the way to Lothlorien, keeping a close eye on the hobbits with his companions to ensure they didn't fall behind or stop.