❝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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THE FELLOWSHIP followed Gandalf's lead through the corridors of Moria, our footsteps echoing softly against the ancient stone. As we reached a crossroads, Gandalf paused, his gaze shifting between three dark archways.
"I have no memory of this place," he muttered, his brow furrowed in concentration.
We settled in to wait as Gandalf pondered our path. Pippin's stomach chose that moment to growl loudly, the sound echoing off the stone walls.
I couldn't help but chuckle. "Seems like someone's eager for dinner," I quipped, offering Pippin a sympathetic smile.
Merry, ever the optimist, patted Pippin's shoulder. "Don't worry, Pip. I'm sure Gandalf will remember soon."
As time stretched on, Gimli's patience began to wear thin. His grumbles echoed off the walls, filling the air with a palpable sense of frustration.
"Bah! At this rate, we'll grow old and die in these mines before our wizard friend makes up his mind!" he groused.
Legolas, as always, remained a picture of serenity. "Patience, Gimli," he said softly. "Gandalf's wisdom has never led us astray."
I couldn't resist joining in. "Come now, Gimli," I teased, a mischievous glint in my eye. "Where's your sense of adventure? Surely a dwarf of your stature isn't afraid of a little darkness?"
Gimli harrumphed, though I caught the hint of a smile beneath his beard. "Afraid? Bah! I'd just prefer to face our enemies in the open, where I can swing my axe freely!"
Suddenly, Gandalf straightened, his eyes lighting up with recognition. "Ah!" he exclaimed. "It's that way."
Merry's face lit up with relief. "He's remembered!"
I couldn't help but sigh dramatically. "Thank the Valar. I don't know how much longer I could wait." I caught Legolas's amused glance and felt a small flutter in my chest.
As we approached a vast open space, Gandalf raised his staff. "Let me risk a little more light," he murmured. The crystal atop his staff flared, illuminating a breathtaking sight.
Massive stone pillars stretched upwards, disappearing into the darkness above. Intricate carvings adorned the arched ceilings, telling silent stories of dwarven craftsmanship.
"Behold," Gandalf proclaimed, his voice filled with reverence, "the great realm and dwarf city of Dwarrowdelf."
Sam's awe-filled whisper broke the reverent silence. "Now there's an eye-opener and no mistake."
As we marveled at Dwarrowdelf, Gimli's cry of anguish pierced the air. He rushed towards a chamber bathed in a ray of sunlight, ignoring Gandalf's warnings. We followed, finding ourselves in the Chamber of Mazarbul.