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Imladris · 04-26-2004, 06:07 PM

Ori darted frantically towards the book. What his brother said was true: their story must be written, must be remembered. Who would ever find the book Ori did not care to think about. It would lie here in Moria, Khazad-dum, to be found by the next group of dwarves to undertake the great task of conquering the once great kingdom.

Ori was glad that he could cast off his facade of optimism. He had never had any real hope that they would ever depart from Moria alive. Mali fell, and he turned away. The women -- what had Balin been thinking to bring them along? He pushed the thought from his mind. He thought of Narin and Linsie, how love had begun to blossom between them. He closed his eyes, fighting back the tears.

The ground shivered. Drums beat in the deep. The stone trembled. Ori glanced around him, and saw his brother wildly fighting the orcs, wielding a light battle axe with one arm. The end was coming.

The drums in the deep. Doom, boom, boom, doom . They were the heralds of death, and Ori prayed that death would come swiftly to them. A distant roar echoed through the caverns. The orcs fell quiet, and Flori had a respite. The roar chilled Ori's bones.

He tossed the book onto Balin's tomb, and began to scribble frantically as the orcs renewed their attack. He had to help his brother...he had to, even though there was no chance he could save him. They would fight the oncoming tide together, and they would die together. They would die like true dwarves of Moria, of the great Khazad-dum.

The pen scratched, scrawled across the stained surface of the book:

The pool is up to the wall at Westgate. The Watcher in the Water took Oin. We cannot get out. The end comes. Drums, drums in the deep. They are coming.

Ori closed the book with a snap, drew his axe, and ran towards his brother, roaring. They had killed everyone...Narin, Alrik, the lasses. But they, the last dwarves of Moria, would not die quietly.

Ori dimly realised that Flori had fallen, an arrow embedded in his throat. A searing, ripping pain tore at Ori's back, and he staggered to his knees. He could feel the ground tremble, could hear the doom of the drums quicken. He raised his eyes, and saw a lurid glow burn within the halls. He collapsed to the floor, and whispered, "They are coming!"

04-26-2004, 06:07 PM	#208
Imladris Tears of the Phoenix Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Putting dimes in the jukebox baby. Posts: 1,453	They are coming! Ori darted frantically towards the book. What his brother said was true: their story must be written, must be remembered. Who would ever find the book Ori did not care to think about. It would lie here in Moria, Khazad-dum, to be found by the next group of dwarves to undertake the great task of conquering the once great kingdom. Ori was glad that he could cast off his facade of optimism. He had never had any real hope that they would ever depart from Moria alive. Mali fell, and he turned away. The women -- what had Balin been thinking to bring them along? He pushed the thought from his mind. He thought of Narin and Linsie, how love had begun to blossom between them. He closed his eyes, fighting back the tears. The ground shivered. Drums beat in the deep. The stone trembled. Ori glanced around him, and saw his brother wildly fighting the orcs, wielding a light battle axe with one arm. The end was coming. The drums in the deep. Doom, boom, boom, doom . They were the heralds of death, and Ori prayed that death would come swiftly to them. A distant roar echoed through the caverns. The orcs fell quiet, and Flori had a respite. The roar chilled Ori's bones. He tossed the book onto Balin's tomb, and began to scribble frantically as the orcs renewed their attack. He had to help his brother...he had to, even though there was no chance he could save him. They would fight the oncoming tide together, and they would die together. They would die like true dwarves of Moria, of the great Khazad-dum. The pen scratched, scrawled across the stained surface of the book: The pool is up to the wall at Westgate. The Watcher in the Water took Oin. We cannot get out. The end comes. Drums, drums in the deep. They are coming. Ori closed the book with a snap, drew his axe, and ran towards his brother, roaring. They had killed everyone...Narin, Alrik, the lasses. But they, the last dwarves of Moria, would not die quietly. Ori dimly realised that Flori had fallen, an arrow embedded in his throat. A searing, ripping pain tore at Ori's back, and he staggered to his knees. He could feel the ground tremble, could hear the doom of the drums quicken. He raised his eyes, and saw a lurid glow burn within the halls. He collapsed to the floor, and whispered, "They are coming!"