Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20141212021751/@comment-67.22.249.68-20150118011637

(I, uhm, I... yes! I mean no! I mean, um... I've gotta go! Bye!)

The battle raged within the crypt. Erkenbrine stood close to Aragorn, the two wielding their huge swords with grace and power. Between the two, many Orcs were cut down. Then of course, the cave troll stormed in (who's entrance was heralded by Boromir, not Legolas) and the Troll stomped through the halls. Even through the best of the Fellowship's efforts, they couldn't stop the troll from plunging the spear into Frodo's chest. A shockwave went through the Fellowship as they watched Frodo's eyes close. But it was even fewer who saw what happened next.

The dark creature appeared before Frodo's (presumably) dead body. Up close, Erkenbrine could now make out the creature in better light. As it turns out, the creature wasn't in fact made of pure darkness, only partly made of pure darkness. The side with the orange eye was made of some strange white substance. It seemed metallic in nature. The creature reached it's arm out for the ring around Frodo's neck.

Erkenbrine rushed forward in a desperate attempt to sever the creature's extended arm, but he was far too far away. However, Erkenbrine hadn't needed to do anything.

For the moment the creature's slender, shadowy fingers touched the ring, he pulled back gripping his head. His body began to vibrate like mad, and he opened his hideous toothed jaw, emitting a scream so horrible that it induced a pure, white fear in all who heard it. It did not matter who heard it, nor how steely they were. They instantly felt a pure fear at nothing and no one in particular. The creature staggered back, still gripping his head and screaming, now fading slowly in and out of visibility. Then the screaming stopped, and the creature fell backwards. But before it hit the ground, it teleported away.

The intense fear receded from the minds of the Orcs and Fellowship alike. Inly Gandalf, being a maiar, was spared from the effects, and so slew many Orcs as they cowered.

Then, Legolas felled the Cave Troll, and the last of the attackers fell to other members of the Fellowship. Gandalf sensed that their enemy drew closer, and the Fellowship fled toward the bridge of Khazad-Dum, where they would hopefully find escape and salvation.

Meanwhile, in the main Orc camp...

The Orc commander mobilized his forces toward the city of Dwarrowdelf.

"Do not let them escape, you filthy maggots!" The Orc armies ran for the Fellowship. Suddenly, the dark creature materialized before his eyes. "Oh! You're back! Did you take the ring from the filthy scum?"

The creature merely stared down at the Orc commander for a moment or two, then grabbed it by the throat and picked it up. "W-what are you doing?"

''There is always a price for deceit, Orc. In this case, your price is your life.'' The creature then raised a slender arm and sent it directly through the Commander's skull. The creature then dropped the Comander's limp body and teleported away.

Somewhere in the mountains of Forodwaith...

The creature appeared in a ruined fortress from many thousands of years ago. It dragged it's feet along, it's head drooping. It made it's way to a certain room in the fortress, a room that had been patched with pieces of dirt, sand, and rock. Inside the room was an assortment of more valuable blocks, as well as some armor and weapons, and several books. When the creature entered the room, it fell face first to the floor.