"There was a guard of orcs crouching in the shadows behind the great door-posts towering on either side, but the gates were shattered and cast down. Aragorn smote to the ground the captain that stood in his path, and the rest fled in terror of his wrath. The Company swept past them and took no heed of them. Out of the Gates they ran and sprang down the huge and age-worn steps, the threshold of Moria.
Thus, at last, they came beyond hope under the sky and felt the wind on their faces.
They did not halt until they were out of bowshot from the walls. Dimrill Dale lay about them. The shadow of the Misty Mountains lay upon it, but eastwards there was a golden light on the land. It was but one hour after noon. The sun was shining; the clouds were white and high.
They looked back. Dark yawned the archway of the Gates under the mountain-shadow. Faint and far beneath the earth rolled the slow drumbeats: doom. A thin black smoke trailed out. Doom. Grief at last wholly overcame them, and they wept long: some standing and silent, some cast upon the ground. Doom, doom. The drum-beats faded."
Aragorn spent a long moment staring blankly at the Gates. Gandalf…I said to you, 'if you should pass the doors of Moria, beware!' Alas that I spoke true…Then he seemed to come to himself. His shoulders straightened, and he sheathed his sword with a snap. "Come," he said to the rest of the Company. "We cannot afford to weep any longer; there will be time enough for grieving when our task is done. We must hasten onwards—to Lothlórien."
He had expected Legolas to say something; long had the Elf wished to see the Golden Wood. But no words came. In fact, the Company looked curiously small to his eyes.
"Where is Legolas?" Gimli said suddenly.
"And Merry?" asked Frodo.
"And Pippin!" cried Sam.
"By the Valar…" Aragorn breathed. Images flashed through his mind in rapid succession. Fleeing the darkness of Moria…daylight ahead…Gimli, Boromir, Sam, and Frodo run ahead of me. Legolas, Pippin and Merry must be behind…A hobbit cries out, shrill with fright, quickly cut off…"Vá!" Legolas shouts in the Elvish tongue.
Back in the Chamber of Mazarbul…orcs are pouring in…there are Uruks there! Some are of Mordor, black and evil…but there are more…they bear the White Hand!
No!
"They have been captured!"
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ok…first chapter. what think you? shall i continue? short, i know, but oh well. By the bye, the top paragraph(s) (the ones all in italics) is a quote from The Fellowship of the Ring, by J.R.R. Tolkien. thought it would be a good segue.
gaaaaah—i know, the whole story was gone for a while. i was uploading the next chapter and something went way wrong, so i had to delete the whole $^@*! thing. sry, won't happen again!