❝you cannot be serious, you'll kill us all!❞
❝hey I never said it was a good idea!❞
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𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝,
The faerie princess finds herself on a mission to save middle-earth with the most unlikely group.
❴ Fellowship of the Ri...
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AS WE APPROACHED the West Gate of Moria, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the walls that surrounded us. The ancient stones loomed overhead, their weathered surfaces bearing witness to the passage of time.
Gimli's voice broke through the silence, his tone filled with wonder. "The walls of Moria," he murmured, his eyes wide with awe.
As we walked along the edge of the lake, I watched with concern as Frodo's foot slipped into the icy water. His gasp of surprise echoed through the stillness, and I hurried to his side, offering him a reassuring smile as he regained his footing.
Meanwhile, Gandalf's eyes scanned the outline of the doors, his expression thoughtful as he studied the ancient markings etched into the stone.
"Now, let's see. Ithildin -- it mirrors only starlight and moonlight," Gandalf mused. With the appearance of the moon overhead, the doors shimmered to life, their surface aglow with an otherworldly light.
"It reads 'The doors of Durin - Lord of Moria. Speak friend and enter,'" Gandalf explained, his gaze shifting to meet ours as he shared the meaning behind the ancient words.
Merry's curiosity got the better of him, as he questioned the significance of the inscription. Gandalf's response was as cryptic as ever, his confidence unwavering as he assured us that all we needed to do was speak the password to gain entry.
"Annon Edhellen edro hi ammen!" Gandalf's command echoed through the air, but to our dismay, the doors remained firmly closed.
"Well, that was certainly enlightening," I muttered under my breath, as he continued to wrestle with the stubborn doors.
Beside me, Gimli let out a snort of amusement, his gruff voice tinged with a hint of mockery. "Ah, yes, nothing like a bit of Elvish poetry to open a door," he quipped, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he watched Gandalf's futile attempts.
I exchanged a knowing glance with Legolas, his expression unreadable as he observed the scene before us. We waited in silence, each moment stretching into eternity as we held our breath, hoping against hope that Gandalf's efforts would prove successful.
Beside us, Aragorn unhitched Bill's bridle with a solemn air. "The mines are no place for a pony, even one so brave as Bill," he remarked, his tone tinged with regret as he bid farewell to the steed.
"Buh-bye Bill," Sam murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he watched the pony trot away into the distance.
Meanwhile, Merry and Pippin found a moment of distraction in skipping stones across the surface of the lake. But Aragorn quickly intervened, his stern voice cutting through the air as he cautioned against disturbing the water.
