The Days of Old (LOTR- Book One)

Chapter 11: They Have a Cave Troll

Chapter 11: They Have a Cave Troll

Gandalf frowned and looked around the room, I grabbed a large torn book out of one of the dwarf corpses hands and puffed off the large amount of dust. "What's this?" I asked, looking over at Gandalf who handed his staff and hat to Pippin and took the book gently from my grasp, Gimli recited words in dwarvish between sobs.

Legolas looked over at me with anxiety, "We must move on, we cannot linger." He said as his eyes flickered around the small chamber, I nodded. Gimli looked up at Gandalf blankly.

Gandalf opened the book slowly and read from the book slowly, " 'They have taken the bridge.. and the second hall.' " Pippin began backing away from the rest of the group, " 'Drums.. drums.. in the deep.' " Gandalf looked up at the Fellowship over a blood-stained page, " 'We cannot get out, a shadow moves in the dark.' "

Pippin stumbled into a well with a corpse sitting on the edge with an arrow sticking out of it, he raised an eyebrow and turned towards the corpse. " 'We cannot get out... They are coming!' " Gandalf looked up and around the room, the group sat in silence.

I jumped as a ridiculously loud crash came from the well, Pippin had turned the around and the head of the corpse had fallen off and was echoing throughout the mines below. Everyone stared at Pippin and waiting for the sound to end, Pippin winced every time another crash echoed up.

Gandalf whipped around and glared at Pippin as the crashing sound finally stopped, everyone let out a puff of air when no sound responded. "Fool of a Took!" Gandalf growled as he slammed the book shut and a puff of dust came out, "Throw yourself in next time and ride us of your stupidity." Gandalf ripped his staff and hat out of Pippin's hands who stood there awkwardly, I scoffed and loosened the grip I had on my daggers.

The deep sound made everyone jump, the echoing boom of drums rolled up from the mines, Pippin turned around and stared at the well; the booms became more frequent and quicker.

"Frodo!" Sam gasped and gestured towards Frodo's sword. Frodo unsheathed his sword slightly, revealing a bright blue glow emanating from it.

The rustling sounds of footsteps flooded into the chamber, like the sound of cockroaches all running at one time.

"Orcs!" Legolas spun around, grabbing his bow off his back; I did the same.

Boromir ran to the doors and look out, arrows whizzed by his head and planted into the wooden door where his head had been. Aragorn dropped his torch and ran to Boromir's side, looking at him with worry.

"Stay with Gandalf!" I called to the hobbits as she grabbed an arrow out of her quiver and pulled the string up against her cheek and stood tall beside Legolas.

"They have a cave troll." Boromir said sarcastically and slammed the doors shut, Aragorn tossed weapons to him and barred the doors. Everyone drew their weapons and waited anxiously for the orcs to rush through the doors. My shoulders dropped at the news, "You've got to be joking!" I grumbled and looked over at Legolas who was clenching his jaw.

"Let them come! There is one dwarf yet in Moria who still draws breath." Gimli growled as he climbed onto the stone, swaying back and forth as he readied himself for the battle that was about to happen.

Orcs began breaking through the door; Legolas and I loosed arrows into the creatures as they popped their heads into the chamber, earning shrill cries of agony as they collapsed.

The doors suddenly flung open and a slew of orcs charged through the doors, Legolas and I continued jabbing orcs with arrows as Boromir smashed one with his shield and impaled another with his sword, Gimli slices his ax through one orcs stomach with a roar. The hobbits and Gandalf plunged into the fight all at one time.