Geez, why didn't I listen to Drak? you thought to yourself as you stumbled over the corpse of a dwarf. If you'd have known that the Mines of Moria would be so much like that concentration camp you escaped in Mylandia, you'd have listened to Drak. But no!! Your stubborn pride just had to make you enter.
You flickered on your flashlight and carried on. Luckily you had read the book, and could trace the Fellowships footsteps, so you knew the way to go. Yet as you were forced to catch up with the fellowship, you had to trek hours without sleep.
At the very least, nothing had gone wrong, at least nothing that went contrary to the book... As you entered the grand hallway, you spotted where the Fellowship had stopped... the Chamber of Mazarbul. There was a beacon of shining light emanating from the door, a place so different from the rest of this forsaken cave. You paused briefly to check the book; this was where Pippin would perform his act of stupidly, you remembered.
CLANG!! CLANG!!
Great
You heard the clanking of orcish armor against the stone; they were coming. In a mere second, the orcs were surrounding everywhere; the halls, pillars, ceilings, even from the dangling stalagtites. Not even your modern weaponry could take them all on, yet maybe if you went to seek refuge with the Fellowship you could help them fight. But that might ruin the whole story!!
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