The Fall
None know the depths of the abyss spanned by Durin's Bridge.
Long they fall, down into the primordial darkness. Fire engulfs its enemy, even as the Foe-Hammer smites. It cannot free its whip of flame.
They plunge into water, a forgotten lake where no fish will ever swim. Deep and murky, so icy cold, the fires are quenched. But there is strength still. They wrestle, the twain, these mortal enemies from before the world, locked in a dance of death.
At last, slipping from its enemy's grasp, it flees into the tunnel. Whither it goes only the nameless things know.