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What Peter, Tyler and Julia don't realize is that they were not at the place that Gandalf did not remember. In fact, they were ages from it. They had gone straight the entire way, assuming that was what the fellowship did in the book. But little did they know that they had been zig-zagging around and going in circles for a long time. They were in the Balrog's lair now, and their friends had just arrived at Balin's tomb.

Sapphire:

After two and a half days of wandering in the dark, we finally came upon the chamber where I knew the tomb of Balin was. Between the open doors light shone from the single opening to the outside air.

And I wondered why the heck they hadn't just gone out the hole. I mean, that would be the obvious solution right? Orcs or goblins would be too dumb to figure out where they had gone for quite a long time, and by the time they came out after them, the fellowship would be long gone...

But of course, Gandalf had to fall to get his power upgrade and whatnot. xD power upgrade. Video gaming mind strikes yet again...

Suddenly, a thunderous roaring noise came from far below, and everyone froze. Then I spoke, hoping to fix whatever damage my friends had done to the plotline, "Just rocks falling."

"No, Lady Sapphire. Some creature, of terrible power." said Legolas.

"Perhaps a cave troll." I suggested.

"That is very likely. It is nothing to worry about," said Gandalf, but I could tell he knew very well that it wasn't a cave troll. He was lying so as to not scare the fellowship.

That was when Gimli spotted the tomb. "No...no...no...NO!" he bellowed, raced forward as fast as his stubby dwarf legs would carry him. I felt bad for the guy, it was obvious that he had been close to his cousin.

"It is as I feared," Gandalf murmured sadly as he pulled an extremely dusty book out of a skeleton's grasp. He gently opened it and blew the dust off. Pippin suddenly sneezed louder than I thought possible, and everyone froze. To everyone's immense relief, there was only silence.

"Sorry!" Pippin squeaked, and I gave him a sympathetic smile as Gandalf glared at him.

"Hey, it could have happened to anyone," I said, and Gandalf cleared his throat.

"Drums. Drums in the deep," he read ominously, "We cannot get out. The way is blocked. They are coming. We cannot get out."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Pippin picking up an rusty dagger. He peered at it, and then down on a ledge. To everyone's horror, it slid off, hit a skeleton in metal armor, and knocked it all the way down the stairs with tremendous crashing. When the echoes faded, everyone let out a sigh of relief, and Gandalf turned to Pippin angrily, "Fool of a Took! Throw yourself down the steps next time and rid us of your stupidity!"

"Again, it could have happened to anyone. I think Pippin's just got bad luck," I told Gandalf.

"Let us pray to the Valar that somehow went unheard..." Boromir muttered grumpily. I unsheathed my sword anyways, and as if on cue, a BOOM was heard in the deep.

"You just HAD to say that..." I grumbled, and another BOOM sounded. The thumps of marching feet could be heard from the open doorway, and Boromir stuck his head out only to jerk back as an arrow nearly impaled itself in his eye. A roar echoed down the hall and as Boromir started barricading the door, he announced in awe, "They have a cave troll!"

"You think?" I asked sarcastically tossing him an axe to bar across the door.

"I saw the foul beast!" he cried angrily, thinking I didn't believe him, and I sighed, "I was being sarcastic."

"You were what?" he asked as he lodged more weapons in the door handles.

"Nevermind Boromir," I groaned, throwing a skeleton in front of the door for good measure. Who knew, maybe the stupid goblins would trip over it.

"There's still one dwarf in Moria who draws breath!" Gimli cried, hefting his battle axe. Aragorn and Legolas had their bows trained on the door, ready to fire the second they burst. For a second, there was silence.

"This is fairly nerve racking hmm?" I whispered to Gimli, and he grinned. Then a disgusting disfigured arm tore easily through the rotting door, and Legolas loosed his first arrow. The arm and arrow retreated back through the wood, and then the cave troll knocked down the entire door in one whack. Well...whole lot of good that barricading did...

Instantly, we were swarmed by goblins. The cave troll was coming at us pretty quickly with his giant mace thing, and I registered that I had about a half of a second before he was on top of me. I had to move. Unfortunately, a goblin jumped me, and left me no choice but to thrust my sword into his gut. Now I was weaponless. Just great. Five more goblins eagerly came after me, and I decided to improvise.

I apologized quietly as I picked up a decayed body, hoping it would stay together long enough to serve its purpose, and swung it as hard as I could. The goblins all got skeleton legs to the face, and the momentum flung the whole body, minus a head, straight into the cave troll. Now I was standing with a skull in my hand. I shrugged, and bashed the next goblin in the head. Huh...That wasn't part of the plan, but it worked.

Yet another goblin lunged at me, and as I danced out the reach of its blade, I noticed I was awfully close to the cave troll again. The hideous thing was chasing the hobbits around the room. He was bearing down on Frodo, and my protective instincts took over. I yelled angrily, and picking up a goblin sword, threw it at the thing's head. And guess what that did? Absolutely nothing, other than make it mad. And mad cave trolls apparently backhand you across rooms.