Deathless [Legolas]

Chapter Five

"It's not reasonable to love people who are only going to die."
- Kristin Cashore; Fire.

Chapter Quote: "I just want a big bowl of pasta."

"Move!" Aragorn shouted as we sprinted from the chamber.

My heart was beating wildly, my breaths short and raspy as I followed the group into a hall of pillars. Those . . . things were so close behind us, their feet stomping out a fierce beat as they screamed out horrid battle cries while they pursued us.

Gandalf stopped first followed by Boromir, and then both Legolas and Aragorn; all drew their weapons in an outward circle. I stood to the side of Frodo, gripping his shoulder, my nails probably causing the little guy pain, but we were too focused on watching those creatures appear from behind as well as from the ceiling above; descending down the pillars towards us.

"We have to get through!" I shouted in a panic. If we got out of here sooner nobody would have to fake die. A few precious seconds can make all the difference, I was sure of it.

"That is suicide!" Boromir shouted back.

"So is staying here!" I pushed Frodo behind me as the creatures started to surround us; snarling and leering as they did so.

I spied a light; glowing and fiery down at the end of the massive hall.

"Oh no." I mumbled as a thunderous rumble echoed throughout the room causing the grotesque creatures to screech and flee in all random directions. An eerie quiet took over the hall; not one of us moving.

"What is this new devilry?" Boromir demanded quietly while lowering his weapon.

"We need to go!" I made my way over to the wizard only to see him with eyes closed as if he were concentrating. I huffed but grabbed the material of his robe/dress and yanked him down to my height, watching his blue eyes snap open. "Listen here you idiot, we need to leave!"

The rumble sounded again, almost feeling as if it were shaking the room.

I released the old moron and stepped away. This world was too backwards; they wouldn't listen to a 'mere woman'. I wanted to shout at them; if I had a cock between my legs would they listen?

"A Balrog – a demon of the ancient world." I started to move away from the group of nine men – away from the creepy orange glow and continued off down the hall; hearing the monstrous growl that followed Gandalf's words, lighting the room in a disturbing orange glow.

"This foe is beyond any of you! Run!"

Gandalf quickly caught up to me and gestured to the small doorway at the end of the hall; ushering me inside along with the little men and the rest of the fellowship.

"Quickly!" The wizard motioned us through a darkened passageway while lighting a torch and giving it to Boromir who took the lead down the flight of crumbling stairs; lighting our way. I could feel Pippin's tiny hands gripping onto the back of my coat; seeking comfort, though I didn't have any to give at that moment.