As soon as an orc spear made its way through the hole in the door, Legolas released an arrow. An orc squealed and we knew Legolas had made the first kill. Both Legolas and Estel, bows drawn, shot through the small hole in the door killing a numerous amounts of orcs but their attempts were futile. Soon, the orcs had broken down the door and flooded the tomb we stood in. The Hobbits immediately stormed the orcs, their swords flourishing and spewing orc blood.
I stood amazed by the young Hobbit's bravery for a moment, before an orc came up to me intent with chopping my head off. I smirked at the orc as I quickly stabbed him through his gut and whispered in his dying ear, "Gurth 'ni yrch!" Death to the orcs.
As I pulled the sword out of the orcs gut I immediately swung it around and chopped of another's head. As sickening as it was to admit, it was quite enjoyable to murder the sickening beasts that were threatening the peace of middle earth. One by one, the orcs piled around my feet and their blood permeated the room with a sickening smell.
A new drumming sound entered my senses. Legolas could hear it to and we both exchanged a worried look. "Mountain troll," Legolas warned the others as the beast entered to room. I stared up at its almost fifteen foot beast as I defended myself against the orcs and the beast which had entered the room. Suddenly two young Hobbit's were at my side.
"We will help you, Lady Lúthien," Pippin called out as he stabbed another orc in the gut.
"There are too many for just one, Miss," Merry added as he too continued to slash.
"Lúhien," Boromir called out. "You must move away from that troll, and bring the halflings with you." I nodded my response as I led the two Hobbits away from the troll. It is then that I found myself alone once more battling a torrent of orcs that came up upon me.
As soon as we were out of harm's way of the troll, we were stormed by orcs one again. I was separated from the young Hobbits by a wall of orcs. "Merry," I called out as I sliced off an orcs's arm, "Pippin!" I lost sight of them completely. As I continued to fight off one orc after another, I had a thought of dread. If they fell, then I would bear them blame for I was not able to protect them.
"Oi, you ugly beast," I heard a young voice call out. With a quick glance, I saw both Merry and Pippin upon a ledge throwing large chunks of broken wall at the troll to gain its attention. The beast turned towards them, but they had no way to defend against it. As quickly as I could manage, I pulled out my bow and climbed onto the ledge with the two Hobbits.
"What do you two think you are doing?" I called out to them as I shot at the troll.
"We are distracting it, Lady Lúthien," Merry called as he threw another stone.
"If we have its focus," Pippin added, "it will not attack anyone else."
"Well, that is true, but you should not risk yourselves," I reasoned still shooting arrows to no avail at the troll. I soon jumped off the ledge to pursue orcs that were swarming Legolas and Gimli. The three of us were able to kill the orcs around us and pause as we saw a horrifying sight. Aragorn, who had apparently been protecting Frodo from the troll, was now lying on the ground in a state of unconsciousness and leaving Frodo unable to defend himself against the troll. In his defenseless state, Frodo had been jabbed by the beast with a spear to his gut. He was falling wordlessly to the ground a painful grimace on his face.
I was the first to be able to reach him. I caught him before he fell upon the ground and I looked up in time to see another horrifying sight. Pippin and Merry had taken the initiative to kill the troll and were currently sitting on top of it attempting to stab it with their meager swords. All of Legolas and Gimli's efforts were put into attacking the troll and the beast thrashed around attempting to pull the Hobbit's off of its back. He had thrown poor Merry to the ground, but the young Hobbit soon raised himself from the ground and helped Gimli and Legolas as best as he could. I could only stand by and watch, my sword in my hand, as I stood by and protected both Frodo and Aragorn from any remaining orcs.
I continued to watch and Legolas shot an arrow. He was able to land one into the beast's head stunning him. In the troll's daze, Pippin stabbed it and when the beast roared in pain, Legolas landed an arrow in its throat. The beast wobbled for a moment before it fell to the ground and pitched Pippin off of his back. The beast landed with a loud crash, and then all was silent.
"Frodo," a voiced gasped from behind me, "is he alright?" Aragorn had regained consciousness and was making his way slowly towards the Hobbit.
"I think I am," Frodo whispered as he sat up and removed the spear from where he had been stabbed.
"Young Hobbit," I gasped in amazement as I crouched down next to where he sat. "How were you able to survive?"
"I think Frodo has more than meets the eye," Gandalf murmured in his all-knowing way. Frodo nodded lightly and opened his shirt to reveal a rare piece of armor beneath it.
"Mithril," I whispered and Frodo nodded with a small smile on his face. "You are full of many surprises, Master Baggins."
"Gandalf," Legolas called as he stood near the door listening. "We cannot stay here, we must go now. More orcs are approaching." In truth, I began to hear them too. I helped the young ring-bearer off his feet and we began to run. Soon, we were swarmed by orcs from all directions. It was not long before we were surrounded and it looked like the end. I stood near to Legolas, bow drawn, prepared to fight until my death.
From behind us down another corridor, there was a low but ominous growl and an eerie orange glow appeared. The orcs, in fear, fled from us and headed back to their previous hiding places.
"Gandalf," I called already noting the small fear the resounded in my voice.
"What is that?" Boromir called as well.
"It is a Belrog," Gandalf answered gravely, "a demon of the ancient world." Even Gandalf sounded fearful. I looked towards him and also up towards legolas. His face, a normally solid mask of perfection, was etched with the appearance of pure terror. "Quickly," Gandalf added pulling me from my thoughts. "We must reach the bridge of Khazad-Dûm. You might as well put your bows away; you have no need for them now."