The Abyss

With a terrible cry the Balrog fell forward, and its shadow plunged down and vanished. But even as it fell it swung its inferno whip, and the thongs lashed and curled about the Wizard’s knees, dragging him to the brink. He staggered and fell, grasped vainly at the stone, and slid into the abyss.

Gandalf the Grey fell off the bridge of Khazad-Dûm engulfed in the infernal flames of the Balrog, the great shadow beast. Gandalf fell for a long while, with Balrog. The distance from the bridge of Khazad-Dûm and the water that ran below was a great distance, and the distance to the bottom of the abyss was a great distance also, never measured by the men of Glóin’s age, and most probably forgotten over the ages.

When the fall finally ended, the great wizard, and the shadow beast fell into the Abyss. The tide of death was so cold it nearly froze Gandalf’s heart. The cold waters quenched the flames of the Balrog, and the abyss went unnaturally dark, darker than night. The Balrog turned into a slimy beast, stronger than a strangling snake.

Balrog and Gandalf the Grey fought for a long time, under the living world, where time is not counted, and beyond all light and knowledge.

“Be gone you minion of evil!”

Commanded the Powerful Wizard. The dark creature replied with talk of his own tongue. The wizard understood him, and retaliated with his Staff. A great white light spewed out of the tip of the Staff. The white light hit the slimy beast with power, slamming him against the wall. The beast got up and flee, for a while. Gandalf the Grey chased him around the abyss, until they reached the very foundations of Moria, far below the deepest explorations of the Dwarfs of Durin’s time.

The great Shadow monster fled into the Dark Tunnels. A world gnawed by nameless creatures, creatures not of the living world of Middle-Earth. Creatures that even Sauron knows of. They are even older than he is. The wizard’s only hope would be to follow his enemy. He pursued him, and clutching at his tail, was torn around the Abyss without the knowledge of the beast.

The beast carried the Wizard around the face of the abyss. Around the twists and turns. The maze that is the abyss. Arriving at the Endless Stair case. The beast knew the Abyss well, a bit too well. Balrog ascended the great staircase, pursued closely by Gandalf. The Endless Stairways were made many a day before the ruling of Durin, before even the great Thorin Oakensheilds days. For along time the Endless Staircase has been lost to the Abyss of Moria. Many came to the conclusion that it was just a legend, others told it was destroyed.

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From the lowest dungeon to the highest peek, the shadow beast ascended, rapidly in pursuit by Gandalf the Grey. Ascending at great pace upon the unbroken spiral in many thousand steps. Until it reached the tower of Durin. Durin’s tower was carved from the living stone of Zirakzigil, the Pinnacle of the Silvertine.

The beast jumped out, ascending to a great height, while Gandalf jumped up after him. The shadow beast roared into life with new flames. The great inferno tailed whipped around the surrounding air nearly decapitating the great Wizards head.

The Wizard raised his staff to the beast and said a few words in an elfin tongue, when a great surge of power shot out of his staff the power was so intense it parted the clouds on one side of the dwarfen tower, it just missed the shadow beast. The beast roared and whipped his tail in front of the wizard, scaring the stone that the ground was made of. The wizard moved with agility, he had the swiftness of an eagle. The great shadow monster Balrog moved closer to the Great Wizard, the Wizard jumped over him with ease and suspended himself in the air and commanded the great creature again,

“Be gone, you animal of darkness, be goner and do not visit these lands again!”

The creature muttered some more word of his own tongue and whipped his tail at the wizard, nearly catching his feet. The wizards face suddenly clouded over,

“Noooooo!” his words with stretched as he did a summersault to his side as the infernal beast shop a great bolt of fire at the wizard, missing him by just inches. The Balrog screamed some words, and then sighed. The wizard jumped around him. He suspended himself again and whispered some words.

“By the power of Middle-Earth give me strength to beat this creature, give me the power to cast out his internal flames!” The Wizard rotated his staff, his staff was the source of his magical power, it was a 7-foot high staff, made from a material called Mithril, one of the strongest, if not the strongest material on Middle-Earth, and the staff had elfin engravings. At the top of the staff laid a spherical crystal, the source of the magical power, the staff was the holder of the spells.

Out of the staff came another surge of power, this time it did not miss and stroke the heart of the beast. The white power seemed to me taking away the soul of the Shadow, the fire inside him seemed to be dampening. The Balrog gave out a scream and jumped up into the sky and came crashing down, the wizard ran quickly, he sprinted it seemed into the wall, then jumped, and used his feet to push off the wall. He swiftly somersaulted over the beast and plunged his staff into his infernal heart thought his shadow skin.

The face of the Balrog turned sour, he leaped to his feet and swung at Gandalf, slamming him into the wall, the bricks cracked,

“FOOL!” Shouted Gandalf the Grey, “No Mortal ways shall I die”. The beast picked the wizard up and threw him into the other wall. The wizard jumped up and threw his staff like a spear at the beast’s heart pinning him to the ground, Gandalf then commanded his staff to return to him.

Balrog made a cry and whipped his tail at Gandalf, Gandalf with precision caught the tail and dragged the creature to the edge of the tower and flung him off. The creature screamed.

“I’m going to make sure you die this time!” shouted Gandalf. He jumped off the edge following the beast down and talked some elfin tongue, and a bolt of lightening unleashed itself from the staff. The roaring of the thunder made the ground around shake, the beast screamed as it fell to its death. The wizard and the beast fell for a long time, the beast giving out a stygian roar. It hit the ground and shortly followed by Gandalf whose staff thrusted into his heart for the final time. The beast gave out a scream, then his Erebus heart died, and his life ended.

Gandalf took his staff out of the ground, and sat down. Gandalf whispered a few words to himself “dies irae dies illa” which literally translates to “the hue of dungeons and the scowl of night” He was nearly drained of all his power, but not all. Gandalf was a very powerful strong-white magic Wizard, he had been in many great battles, but that was defiantly one of the most struggling. When he felt his power was restored he got up, and started to walk off in an easterly direction, in an attempt to reach Rohan.

Suddenly there was a loud groan from behind him. The Balrog’s eyes engulfed in fire, soon his whole body did. He sprung up and cried out. Gandalf turned around and faced his foe. Balrog suspended himself in the air and threw a fireball at Gandalf. Gandalf ran swiftly and somersaulted over it and suspended himself in the air, he started on an accident spell. He whispered it to himself, quickly. Gandalf’s staff lighted up white, it was a blinding light.

Suddenly he jumped up and used his staff as a weapon, he swiftly hit the Balrog with the ends of the staff. Gandalf went into a frenzy, little have seen this before, little had heard about it either. He swiftly utilized his staff as a weapon. Screams of pain came from the flame engulfed Balrog, then a sudden roar, as he swung his fiery arm round, Gandalf quickly ducked, then jumped over on the second time round. He ran to the wall and pushed off it ascending over this fire beast’s head as he swung his staff of light and nearly beheaded this gruesome monster.

The fire beast threw another fireball, this time it caught Gandalf off balance and propelled him a few meters and he landed on the floor, he was mildly burned, but not badly. He got up, when the beast threw another fireball, this time it was a much more power full one,

“REFLECT!” shouted the Wizard, his staff lighted up and he swung it round, hitting the fireball back to where it came from, the monster yelled in pain. It seemed the monster grew. Suddenly there was a rush of air, and a sweet voice, from the heavens it seemed. Descending from the sky came the Ice Queen, Amy. Amy was the legendary Ice Queen, a powerful ice magic mage from Middle-Earth,

The Balrog looked shock. The Ice Queen lifted her Blizardara Staff in her right hand, and said a few word in the old tongue. A great light came out of her staff and it shone for a while, the light seems to repel the great creature, it began to moan, the legendary Ice Queen whispered a few more words, and looked at the flame engulf creature.

Suddenly the creature stood still, and its fiery soul died out. The fires that once engulfed the great creature turned to ice. This great creature had turned into an Ice Statue in a matter of seconds. The power that the Ice Queen behold was amazing, even for Gandalf to watch, he was amazed. He watched as the Ice Queen treated the great creature like he was putty in her hands. The Ice Queen whispered another few words in an old tongue, even Gandalf did no understand the words that she spoke. Suddenly the creature that was turned to ice dropped against the floor, in unison with the light of the staff ending. The creature his the floor with much velocity and shattered into a million small fragments amongst the floor, then slowly the summers sun started to melt the fragments. The Ice Queen turned around and put her staff swiftly back into its holder, she started to walk over to Gandalf. Gandalf the Grey and the Ice Queen, Amy started to talk. He found out that she was a descendant of the people before the Kings, Gandalf knew little about the kings, and so his knowledge about anything before that was rather none existent. Gandalf told the Ice Queen where he was going, east to Rohan. The Ice Queen offered to walk a while with him. The thaumaturgist accepted, gratefully.