Journey to Erebor

Trust

It was eerily silent and dark. Balin's tomb had enormous pillars and a stream of light dispersed in the cold air.Our footsteps echoed in the hall. Visibility was poor and I could only sense Pundin walking beside me. The place reminded me of many things. The two unforgetable days I spent there, my happiness and sadness too. It was all so lacrimal. I wonderd how could the world be so unfair. The sight of the cold grave before further grieved me. I felt sorry for my own life, living to experience such loss. Even though I had know Balin for only a couple of days, he showered us with joy and warmth, he gave us what was the best and ensured our safety. Balin was the kindest person I've ever met.His mellifluous, deep voice and his warm smile lingered in my mind. And he would forever live within me. I promised myself if by my life I could protect Balin's kin I would since it was his only request. I owed him so much. These string of thoughts only brought tears in my eyes and I could no longer supress myself.My knees gave in and I hit softly the gelid grave. My tears fell on the stone and dripped down. I did not open my eyes and wept until my eyes were all sore and red. Then suddenly I heard a deafening roar. I gasped and turned and saw Pundin's face. One look and we both understood what made that din, a balrog.

I had brought with me a tiny blue stone from Erebor's treasury. I lovingly placed it on the grave and we both hurried outside. The dwarves were still moving out and Fili was helping. Again there was another roar which sent a chill running down my spine. It was terrible, I began to sweat and was nervous. There were thuds and enormous foot steps nearing. If it was indeed the balrog, it would mean the end of all the dwarven folk. I just had to buy a few more minutes and Balin's would rest in peace. Without sparing another thought I dashed forward. When the proximity to the Balrog increased I could see the fiery glow and feel the burning heat. Blood pumped through my veins. Swords were of no use. I blindly ran forward and stood before the beast. It whipped its fiery whip fortunately I ducked and it missed me. Its eyes were like burning caol and instilled terror. All my courage and valor melted at the sight of its eyes but I held myself together and ran. The balrog's fearsome eyes followed me. The chase was on. It came hurtling behind and I stumbled forward.I wildly ran then suddenly the groudn became shaky an unstable. I knew it would collapse if the balrog came in or atleast I hoped it would. Fortune was not by my side and the the balrog came dashing. Then suddenly it stopped and went back, in a few seconds it disappeard. I feared to turn back and I ran. I never wanted to see a balrog never in my life again.

  Finally I reached a huge door which I opened with my bare hands. I went out, the warm sunlight fell on my face and it was refresing after hours of staying in the dark. There was a tiny stream rippling and sparkling, I stooped down and drank. The water was rejuvenating. I felt normal again. Then suddenly I heard nises nearby. I swiftly drew my sword and faced the intruders. They were the orcs and goblins residing in the Misty Mountains. I looked at my sword and everytime I looked at it a new wave of remorse washed over and that fuelled me. I mustered all my strength and faced the monsters. I fought like the devil, slaying the filthsome beasts but there were too many. I did kill may but they never stopped coming. My eyelids became heavey adn each blow with my sword drained me. my death was near. A warm tear fell down, so this is how it would end I thought, at the nadir of the Misty Mountains. Then I heard a strong battle cry, it was Pundin! A small smile spread across my face, now I can let go of my conciousness, trusting Pundin with my life. I fell and my eyes closed...