Legolas self-insert throwaway fanfic (My Love, My Heart)

Chapter 5: Balrog

  "I have no memory of this place..." He trailed off absentmindedly, a few hours later, I was sleeping, when the sound of realization woke me from it, "Ah!" exclaimed Gandalf, "It's that way." He pointed his pipe to the middle of the three doors.

"He's remembered!" Merry exclaimed, jumping up.

"No... The air isn't so foul down here." Gandalf replied, "When in doubt Merriadoc, always follow your nose." I smiled and followed the rest down the uncomfortably narrow passageway which soon opened into a huge gathering-place of sorts, it was more than maybe five college football fields long. "Perhaps we could risk a little more, light." Gandalf lifted his staff as the stone in it glowed like a white LED light and showed the pillars, which were bigger than the mass of fifty California redwood trees, we all stood in awe of the sheer size of the place. Gimli let out a loud shout and ran to a door with sunlight streaming through it.

"Gimli!" I shouted and ran to follow him to the light's source, disregarding my blindness, finding him on one knee, wailing in front of a grave on which sunlight shone, surveying the room I observed a large well and a plethora of corpses.

"Here lies Balin, lord of Moria, he is dead then." Gandalf said, his voice thick with sorrow, turning to a corpse holding a book, he handed Pippin his pointed grey hat and staff, and picked up the large book opened it, and began to read. "They have taken the bridge, and the second hall, we've barred the gates, but can't hold them for long.... They are coming." We all jumped at a clanking sound that echoed throughout the whole of Moria, and all turned to Pippin and watched in horror as the now headless corpse behind him fell into the well with a deafening crack, then silence. "Fool of a Took!" Gandalf scolded, "Throw yourself in next time, to rid us of your stupidity!" He yanked his things from the poor hobbit who only looked down in shame, and soon the sounding of drums and screeches reverberated through the hall and got closer, Boromir went to the door only to jump back and quickly close it.

"They have a cave troll." He said in an exasperated manner, we tossed axes and swords left on the ground to help block the door, I drew my sword, though slightly blind, I could fight just as well, especially with the extra light in the room.

"Protect the hobbits! Stay close to Gandalf!" Aragorn ordered the four smaller people, they gathered behind the old wizard, drawing swords. I simply waited as the wood splintered and cracked, waited for when the orcs would come through, their wretched screeches and roars pierced my ears, and for the first time in over sixty years, I felt complete fear.

"Let them come! There is yet one dwarf left in Moria who still draws breath!" Gimli growled, an axe in each hand, he stood on top of the grave of his relative and suddenly the door broke open, arrows flew and hit every mark they made, my sword flew in the ways I was taught the fear I felt was immense, but I concentrated on beheading and stabbing the orcs in front of me.

"Abnus!" I heard Legolas call before I turned just in time to see a blade swing right by my head, slicing the soft fabric that protected my secrets, I didn't really register it was gone until I saw Frodo getting chased by the cave troll, which was killing anything in its path. I ran up to it, jumping to an incredible height and stabbed it, my body swung from the sword implanted in its right shoulder, the troll roared in pain, and only thrashed more as I tried to hang onto the hilt of my weapon, and after a struggle it threw me to a wall, and I blacked out. I woke up to someone shaking my shoulder, it was Legolas calling my name, "Abnus! Wake up, we must go!" He shouted; I held my head from a huge migraine, and my back hurt like hell, everything was a bit blurry but not horribly so.

"My sword!?" I exclaimed and was handed my blade, sheathed it, and ran to keep up with the rest. After a moment, orcs climbed like roaches down the pillars and surrounded our group ready to fight, I soon knew the real reason why Gandalf was hesitant to come here, a loud boom echoed through the place, and a fire-like orange glowed at the end of the hall, the orcs all scattered and shrieked in fear. Gandalf looked at the ground before turning and starting a run we had only a little while of trek to go.