Lord of the Rings - Hidden Blood

The One Ring has to be destroyed. And I, Vanya Halda Serke, daughter of Arathorn, travel with the fellowship of the ring. Gandalf the Grey, Aragon Isildurs heir, Legolas prince of the Woodland Realm, Gimli, son of my old friend Gloin and four little hobbits; Frodo the ringbearer and Sam, Pippin and Merry. Together we travel towards Mordor, where the ring can be destroyed. But it is not a safe journey, and danger awaits us...


28. A bitter lie

The door held on a bit longer than I had expected. Still it broke, as soon as the cave troll smashed into in. Goblins came running in, almost over welling us.  But we held our positions as long as could. The goblins came too close, and I dropped my bow switching to my long bladed knifes.

The goblins how dared challenge me, all fell to my blades. No one could get close enough to hurt me.

“I think I’m getting the hang of this.”

Sam said, shortly getting my attention. The poor hobbit was so confused. It would seem he had forgotten all about his sword, as he fought the goblins with his frying pan. And then things truly spiraled out of control, as the cave troll broke free of the chains. Wildly swinging the Morningstar it held onto.

Legolas attempted firing at it, but the arrows just bounced right of its skin. It went straight for Frodo, despite me being in the way. I avoided the Morningstar, but was knocked away by the other hand. Slamming into the wall, I shortly lost my breath.

I came to my senses, as a goblin jumped onto me, wildly swinging a knife, trying to cut my throat. I kicked it right off me, and jumped to my feet. Only to see Frodo getting stabbed by the cave troll. He fell to the ground, as my entire world froze in terror. I had failed Bilbo. I had not kept Frodo safe.

The goblin jumped me again, and knocked me down. I had dropped my knifes, and could not reach them. I tried pushing the disgusting creature of me, but I could not move. And so Legolas was forced to help me, shooting the goblin, taking his eyes of the cave troll for a moment. Luckily Merry and Pippin were there. Mustering their bravery, they jumped onto cave troll confusing it. As it looked up, Legolas shoot it through the soft skin on its throat killing it. It fell down, unto the last living goblins, as I got up again.

“Are you hurt?”

Legolas asked from the other end of the room.


I answered, tasting the bitterness of my lie on my lips. It hurt so badly.

“Frodo, no.”

Aragorn said, turning him over, believing him dead. But Frodo opened his eyes, blinking confused a couple of times, before he sat up.

“You should be dead.”

Aragorn said, looking at the confused hobbit. Then I noticed a glimmer at the lining of his shirt. I could not have been happier.

“There is more to this hobbit than meets the eye.”

Gandalf said, quite proud as Frodo showed off his armory.


Aragorn said. Frodo was just smiling, happy to be alive. But he no more than I. When we left the room, reentering the great halls, we found ourselves surrounded by goblins. They were too many, and we would surely have died had the creature of darkness and flame not appeared. A Balrog.

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