Waking Up In Another World - A LOTR Fanfiction

[22] Waking Up In Another World - A LOTR Fanfiction

Chapter 22:

Everyone was awed at the sight, and walked with their mouths open for pretty much the whole trip. We walked for pretty much a day, just absorbing the facts that Gimli told us, and recovering from the shock, and the adrenaline rush of the fight. The history of the dwarves was very interesting, though a little repetitive. Most of their history had been centered around discovered jewel/mineral deposits, so Gimli could tell us where the most gold had been found, or where a great spot to look for rubies was.

Zena listened with rapt attention, her ears trained on the stories of jewels, and rooms full of treasure, that Gimli told.

I really hoped that the ring didn’t get a hold of her! She was much more prone to gold, jewels, and money then I was. As a little kid her nickname had been the ‘Magpie’ because of her hoards of shiny things.

Now then back to the story, shall we?

We walked, getting closer to the stairwell that would lead us to the bridge of K-something and then out of the mountain.

Then I heard them. Squealing, and crawling, amour, and weapons clanking. I looked, and sure enough, they were coming out of the wall behind us.

“RUN!” – I yelled, and the others took off, leaving me at the back.

We probably could have out run them, if they hadn’t come out of the ceiling as well. And the wall on either side of us. And from in front of us.  You get the idea.

We were surrounded, with no possible escape route. The didn’t attack though, just stood around nattering, and squealing. Though a few braver ones did lunge forward, only to be stabbed by their ‘comrades’. Remind me never to join the Orc army.

Then just as they all began to step forward, a roar shook the city.

Not a Troll roar, a blood curdling, blood vessel popping, hair blowing roar.

The Orcs looked at each other and ran for it, leaving us to face what ever horrendous creature lurked in the shadows.

Then I remembered.

“BALROG!” – I yelled, “RUN!!!!!!!”

The others heard the word Balrog and took off like their pants were on fire. Which they would be in the Balrog caught up with us.

For those that don’t know, a Balrog is a mixture of darkness, and fire. Causing it to be a huge, evil creature that walks around on fire.

I would say that it is about 75 feet tall, and has a rather large mouth.

Imagine a demon, on fire, hugely tall, and times 10. There, you have the Balrog.

We raced to the top of the stairs, and Legolas jumped. You may be wondering why he jumped, but the fact was there was a huge chuck missing out of the bridge. And if you fell, you would fall farther then I can fit in here.

Legolas reached his arms out, and caught Zena as she jumped.

I covered my eyes. If she fell there wasn’t a thing I could do about it.

When I uncovered them though, she was standing on the other side of the bridge, getting ready to catch a flying Hobbit.

Just joking. I picked up Pippin, and tossed him across, so that Zena could catch him. Aragorn picked up Merry, but couldn’t throw him because of his broken rib.

Boromir snatched Merry from Aragorn, and tossed him across, this time being caught by Legolas.

Gandalf ran, his long beard flapping, and leaped. ‘He was pretty spry for such an old guy’, I thought. It was Gimli’s turn next.

“Nobody tosses a dwarf!” – he snapped, and held up a hand.

Then he took a running leap off the bridge, and landed on the other side.

He started to tip back though, leaning away from the edge.

Legolas reached out, and grabbed him by the beard.

“NOT THE BEARD!” – Gimli yelled, as Legolas yanked him up.

I picked up Sam, and tossed him across to, and Zena caught him.

Suddenly an arrow pierced the ground beside my foot, and more began to rain down.

I pulled my shield over my head, and blocked most of the arrows.

Boromir ran, and jumped, waving his arms madly, as he landed on the other side.

He turned around, and signaled for me to jump.

“Come on!” – he called.

You know that saying, ‘Look before you leap?’ – Well it does not apply to when you are looking over the edge of a broken bridge, and the bottom is so far down, you can’t even see it.

I closed my eyes, and jumped, hoping that I wouldn’t fall to me doom, and be impaled or something. I felt my feet touch the other side, but I flailed, and started to tip backwards. I didn’t even open my mouth to scream, I just clamped it shut, and crossed my arms in front of my chest, I would die with honor!

I felt something/somebody grab me, and pull me back up though.

“Got you!” – Boromir told me, as he pulled me back up onto the other side of the bridge.

“Thanks.” – I told him embarrassed, I mean he caught me, after I fell of the edge, thinking that I was going to die!

“I care not!” – he told me cheerfully, as he set me back on my feet.

That left just Aragorn and Frodo on the bridge.

Then I remembered what happened to the bridge, “Jump! Now!”

Luckily Aragorn listened to me. For once in his life.

He grabbed Frodo by the tunic, and jumped, leaping across the bridge, just as a huge chunk of rock fell from the ceiling and smashed through the bridge. Just where they had been standing.

“COME ON!” – I roared. We had to hurry! I mean the Balrog was still coming!

We took off running down the stairs, not even stopping to look behind us. I could hear the Balrog behind us, but I didn’t dare look behind myself. We managed to make it to the bridge intact, and we raced across it.

Gandalf though stayed behind, “Go!” – he told us when we tried to stay, “Swords and bows are no use here!”

So we had no choice but to leave him there, on his own. On the bridge.

When I reached the end of the bridge I stopped, remembering the movie. If he could defeat the Balrog, then I could grab him, without him falling down!

The Balrog screeched to a halt in front of Gandalf, and roared.

The rest of us flinched, but Gandalf held his ground.

“You shall not pass!” – he bellowed at the Balrog, and raised his staff.

The Balrog roared, and turned one of it’s arms into a fiery sword, swinging it down at Gandalf.

Gandalf used his staff to create a shield around himself, therefore blocking the attack by the Balrog.

The Balrog changed it’s weapon to a whip, and Gandalf smashed his staff into the ground while he roared, “You shall not pass!”

I covered my ears. Yikes. I think we get the message Gany. – That’s the nickname I gave Gandalf.

The bridge shook, and I got ready to run forward. The bridge crumbled, and broke, under the Balrog’s weight.

The Balrog fell down, down, down. And Gandalf turned towards us.

I raced forward, and grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the edge.

Suddenly I felt something crack under my feet. I looked down, and saw a huge crack running through the bridge underneath me.