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...


27. The Drums deep within Moria

“Ah, that way.”

Gandalf said, interrupting Boromir from saying something to me.

“He has remembered the way.”

Pippin said, happy to move on. Gandalf shook his head.

“No. The air is much fresher here. If in doubt always follow your nose.”

He advised, walking through. We quickly followed, and after a short walk entered the halls of Moria. What a sight. I looked around, wondering how such a little and strange creature as a dwarf could build something that magnificent.


Gimli cried out, and ran towards an open door. It seemed more resent, than the rest of these great halls. Aragorn called out to Gimli, trying to keep him quiet. Still he went inside, and we were forced to go in after him.

It was a burial chamber, with a tomb in the middle. Gimli was on his knees, crying in front of it.

“Here lies Balin, son of Fudin. Lord of Moria.”

Gandalf read the inscription on the tomb. I closed my eyes, hurting yet again. Another one of my friends was dead, and most likely also Oin and Ori. I felt Aragorn’s hand on my shoulder. He could clearly see my pain.

Gandalf picked up a book from one of the corpses sitting at the tomb. As he read it out loud it was quite clear what had happen. There had just been too many goblins.

Then we heard the loudest and troubling sound off the mine. Pippin had accidently pushed a corpse down a well. We stood in silence, listening to see if we were discovered. When nothing happened, Gandalf looked angry at Pippin.

“Fool of a Took. Does us a favor and throw yourself in next time.”

He said. Perhaps it was a bit harsh. But being discovered could mean the death of all of us. As we turned to leave, we suddenly hear it. That which had been descripted with such horror in the last minutes of the dwarfs of Moria. The drums.

Boromir quickly ran towards the door, checking to see if we had been discovered. The arrow slammed into the door, barely missing his head. He pulled the door shut, and looked at us with horror in his eyes.

“They have a cave troll.”

He told us, and so we rushed to the door, trying to barge it with anything we could find. I found an old axe, and placed it against the door. It might give us some time, but the door would not last. Especially with the cave troll coming towards us.

I stepped back, raising my bow. Ready to defend Frodo and the rest of the hobbits. They barely knew how to handle a sword, and I prayed that they did not have to. 

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