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8. Journey in the Dark
The
Company traveled through the mine as quietly as they could to be undetected by
anything that might be there. The
Countess could feel only relief at being away from the sun but she could feel
the unease of the others at being in the darkness. They were eager to get this part of the
journey over as quickly as possible.
And Gimli, not at all uncomfortable at being
underground, was silent for the most part as they traveled through the
mine. Every now and again, as though he
were trying to put things right, he would set a tumbled object upright or move
something from here to there. Once,
during a rest break, Legolas and the Countess followed him; they watched as he
tried to push up a stone figure, using all of his strength but still
unsuccessful. He rested his head on his
forearm and muttered to himself. Legolas
made a move as though to go help the dwarf but she held his arm and said “Leave
him be, Love. He wants to kill something
and I don’t want it to be you.”
During
their walk through the mine, Gandalf kept the lead with the light of his
glimmering staff, and Aragorn stayed at the end of the line, also providing
some light for their way with a torch he had found. No one wanted to be too curious about what he
burned to keep it lit; they passed too many remains of orcs and dwarves.
The
ordeal of the mountain and their struggle to enter the mine had taken the
Countess’s mind off her hunger for awhile but it had returned and was getting
stronger. Legolas could sense it in her
and he would frequently turn back to make certain that she followed behind
him. Legolas observed that Orenin had
dropped behind again and had stopped; she was looking back the way they had
just walked. He walked over to her.
“It
cannot be an orc” said Legolas softly, looking back into the cavern. “If they knew we were here, we would be dead
already.”
“No,
it’s not an orc” she said, just as softly.
“Then
why do you not…” Legolas trailed off.
She
gave him a small smile. “Gandalf has
forbidden it.”
The
group was struggling up some extremely steep stairs; Gandalf stopped at the
top. “I have no memory of this place” he
said softly. As the others made it up
the stairs, they saw Gandalf sitting, considering the three doorways at the top
of the stairs and knew they could settle in for another rest.
The
Countess sat away from the others, gazing down into the cavern. Legolas came over to her, and after looking
back at the others to make sure they could not be observed, sat down next to
her. She did not take her eyes off what
she studied, what was following them, but smiled at his presence. She sighed and said “I love your light.”
Legolas’s
heart leaped in his breast. He set his
bow down and, shaking in his haste, he unfastened the bracer on his left wrist
and rolled his sleeve up to the elbow.
She
turned to him, frowning, not wanting to comprehend, until he reached behind him
to take one of his knives out from behind his back and put it to his
wrist. “Legolas, no!” Her hand went to cover his to stop him.
“Why not?” he asked.
“I gave my blood to you in Rivendell.
You did not harm me.” And then
softer. “And I can sense your hunger.”
She
turned to him and smiled, giving him her full attention. “In Rivendell, I was dying; you saved me from
a very nasty death.” She nodded toward
the others. “We’re all hungry, Love. Gandalf said four days. It’s almost that now. When we get out of here, we can hunt.”
“But why, Orenin?”
Legolas took her hand. “Why not
just take from me?” He brought her hand
to his lips and kissed it and then looked into her beautiful eyes
intently. “Why can’t I be everything to
you?”
Well,
there it was. She had been expecting it
but still her heart sank as she looked at him.
She had ignored the gentle hints he had been dropping for some time and
so he had finally just come out with it.
After you turned, you soon learned that it was best to keep your
distance, take just a little, and hypnotize them into forgetting or take all
and kill them. If you loved, the one you
loved would inevitably ask the question.
She
couldn’t tell him. She couldn’t let him
know what a struggle it was within her not to do as he wanted. But she knew what would happen; she knew of
the attempts that had been made. Every
vampire tried and every vampire failed.
At first only taking at great need, the addiction would make it become
more often by choice and the infection would grow stronger and stronger. And then the choice would have to be made –
turn or die. She studied him. Legolas would never choose to turn.
“Because you would die, my beautiful Legolas.” She took his face in her hands. “You would die. And before I see that, I will walk into the
sun’s light.”
His
eyes widened and he said “Orenin, no.”
“Do
you love me, Legolas?”
“How
can you ask me that?” he said, surprise on his face. “I will die with
you.”
She
smiled. “You would die for any of them,”
she said, nodding toward the others. “I
told you in Mirkwood that part of this curse is that
we kill those we love. You must live for
me, Love. And as you love me, do not ask
me again.”
Legolas
studied her and then, pushing away his disappointment, he nodded. He replaced his knife, rolled his sleeve down
and replaced the bracer.
When
he had finished, she put her hands to his face again and whispered “I love you,
Legolas,” and kissed his mouth. She
loved him so much; she would not fail him.
“I
love you, Orenin.” Legolas pulled back
and looked intently at her. “Orenin - ”
“Ah,
it’s that way,” they heard Gandalf say and they stood and went to join the
others.
Merry
said “He’s remembered” and the others got up to continue on their way.
“No,”
said Gandalf. “But the air doesn’t smell
so foul down here. If in doubt Meriadoc,
always follow your nose.”
They
followed Gandalf through the door and down some stairs. They passed through another arched doorway
and into a large and open hall. Gandalf
said “we’ll risk a little more light.”
With more light, they saw the open hall become a vast avenue with giant
pillars of stone, so large they could not see the end of it no matter which way
they looked. “Behold, the great realm,
the dwarf city of Dwarrowdelf.”
“Now
there’s an eye-opener and no mistake,” said Sam.
They
walked on, marveling at what they saw when Gimli suddenly said “Ah!” and ran
off. He knew where they were, knew where
Gandalf had to be leading them. The area
was littered with remains of bodies. He
hurried through a door and into a room.
Gandalf called after him and they all followed him into a room off the
great hall.
The
Countess noted the shaft of daylight streaming into the room through an opening
in the opposite wall onto a bier with mixed feelings; they must be close indeed
to the end of their trek through the mine but she’d have to face traveling in
the sunlight again.
Gimli
was kneeling at the stone bier, weeping as they came in. His hopes for finding any dwarves living in
hiding dashed, he was finally giving in to the emotions he had been suppressing
since they’d entered the mine. Gandalf
translated the inscription carved onto the bier. The Countess believed in respecting the dead
but nodded her agreement to Aragorn when Legolas said to him “We must move
on. We cannot linger.”
But
they listened, transfixed, as Gandalf read from a book he found on one of the
desiccated bodies in the room. As he
read, the Countess wandered the room, checking the exits, noting that all of
the other doorways of the room, had been blocked with
rock.
And then disaster.
Poor
Pippin couldn’t leave things be. She
turned to see Pippin pull his hand back from the armored skeleton perched on
the well. The head fell off the body and
into the well. Followed
by the rest of the body. Followed by the bucket sitting on the wall. It made a horrendous echoing racket and
everyone tensed. But nothing was heard
and they allowed themselves to relax.
“Fool
of a Took!” the wizard said to Pippin.
“Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity,” taking his
hat and staff from the hobbit. The
Countess turned and started walking back out of the chambers when they heard a
great rolling Boom, drums from out of the depths, followed quickly by
screeches. She heard Sam say “Mister
Frodo!” then Legolas said “Orcs!”
Boromir
ran back to the door through which they had entered and looked out into the
hall, pulling back in time so he was not hit by black arrows, shot at him by
the approaching orcs.
Aragorn
shouted at the hobbits “Get back. And
stay close to Gandalf.” He and Boromir
closed the doors and reinforced them with the weapons that Legolas found and
threw to them.
The
Countess shouted “Gimli, which door?”
He
was climbing onto the bier and pointed to the back wall, opposite the way they
had come in. “The one on the right!” he
shouted back to her.
The
Countess ran to the door he had indicated and began pulling the rock away. “Keep them off me!” she shouted, looking over
at Legolas. He faced the door, arrow
drawn to his bow. Aragorn had an arrow
to his bow also and Boromir, after whipping off his cloak, had his sword and
shield ready.
“Let
them come!” said Gimli, brandishing his axe, glad to be fighting these
creatures and not hiding from them anymore.
“There is one dwarf yet in Moria who still draws breath.”
‘Those
doors will not hold long,’ she thought as she worked. ‘We cannot be caught here just as they were
caught before.’ She kept pulling away
rock until she came to the larger boulders; she then brought out her light
saber and willed it on to help her break them down to a size she could
manage. The others stood and waited,
weapons at the ready, watching the door crumble under the assault from the orcs
out in the hall.
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